picturesquely broken and covered by empurpled Bramble clumps, by Bracken, green and red, and by flowering Gorse-until we reach the village of Cadenham. Here we turn to the south-west, by a turning on our right at the entrance to the village, and follow a road which, winding up hill towards Stoneycross, presents an appearance of singular beauty. On either side is the forest, and from our point of view the serpentine form of the road through it makes it look, as it climbs the distant hill, as if it were cut through the tree tops. From the top of the first hill there is a dip into the hollow of the woods, and then the road again appears to rise amongst the trees. As we pursue our journey the sun is setting, and the reflected light, thrown slantwise, sparkles brilliantly from the glossy leaves of Holly and brings out vividly all the rich colours of the wild and beautiful woodlands. The ground is carpeted in some places by Moss, green and sometimes almost golden in the richness of its hue; in others by small-leaved Ivy; by the pretty clustering leaves of the Wood Sorrel and by the dwarf and beautiful foliage of the Wood Anemone, whilst Bramble leaves are in many places dyed blood red by autumnal colouring. The woods, on either hand, are glorious with Oak and Beech which crowd the uplands of the forest-leaving small intervening spaces, here and there, for Holly, Bramble and Bracken-until they have reached the hill on the crest of which, on the road we are following, is Stoneycross. 10. STONEYCROSS TO LYNDHURST. A PEEP AT DISTANCE FROM CASTLE MALWOOD. TANDING upon the high ground-a part of the hill country' of the New Forest-that runs by the inn at Stoneycross, the eye can take in a glorious prospect whether it turns to the south or to the north. A level space of Furze and Fern runs from east to west along this commanding ridge, to the heights of which come alike the briny air of the English Channel and the invigorating breezes from |