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made for an account of the cathedral see WALCOTT'S CATHEDRALS OF ENGLAND AND WALES, published by G. Stanford in this series. Haldon Hall (Sir L. Palk, Bart), may also be visited: the house contains pictures by Ruysdael, Cuyp, Vandervelde, Snyders, Weenix, Teniers, and Claude.

The tourist from Dorsetshire will contrast with the country beyond the Golden Cap the lovely Devonshire lanes as Charles V. said of Florence, "too pleasant to be looked on, but only on holidays." They are generally deep sunk between high banks, musical with the songs of birds, shaded by overhanging oaks and the branching elms, quivering ash, with its pendulous burs of brown mast, and mantled with drooping bramble, the wild convolvolus and creeping woodbine, fragrant honeysuckle, with the honeybee humming drowsily in the blossom, tall ferns and blushing briar-rose, blue harebell, and purple dappled folk's glove. Besides these are orchards which a recent traveller, a rambler through many lands, himself a native of the West of England, tells us are more charming, in the white and roseate bloom of spring, or the ruddy hues of their autumnal fruit, than the far-famed vineyards of the South. Breaks in these, sloping over lawn and grassy meadows varied with silent church-tower and pleasant farm-house, open on nooks of green under the swelling hills, and, ever and anon, a glassy brooklet gliding with a merry song and laughing waters down to the dark blue sea. The colourless sculpture does not differ more from the life-like painting than the ruddy cliffs of Devon from the bare chalk ramparts, and the picturesque confusion of the rich and varied scenery of the western country, from the waste of Dorsetshire sward and its solitary unenclosed grass-land,

"Where simple nature reigns, and every view
Diffusive spreads the pure Dorsetian downs

In boundless prospect, yonder shagged with wood,
Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks."

DAWLISH,

Three and a half miles from Starcross, means the "rich water-mead;" a picturesque description of this delightful valley, through which a small rapid stream, crossed by bridges and parted by broad belts of lawn from the houses on either side of its course, runs clear and rippling to the sea. The mouth of the valley is now closed by the viaduct and strong sea-wall of the South Devon railway, a mile and a half in length and affording a broad and level footpath. The mode of traction originally adopted on this railway was that of the atmospheric system, which here, as at Croydon, proved a perfect failure. The engine-house still forms a picturesque feature in the landscape. Southey mentions that he witnessed on the beach, November 29, 1836, the terrible hurricane and rising of the sea which threatened the destruction of the place. The church of St. Gregory (E. Fursdon, V.), which is cruciform, and 120 feet long, was rebuilt, with the exception of the tower, by A. Patey, at a cost of 40007., in 1825; it contains monuments by Chapman, in memory of Mrs. Hunter, and of Lady E. Pennyman, who died 1801. On Feb. 8, 1855, at night, mysterious footprints were left upon the light snow which lay over an extent of 30 to 40 miles from Exmouth and Dawlish to Torquay and Totness; they appeared like the hoofmarks of an ass in single line, measuring 4 by 24 inches. The footprints have been attributed to the otter, the bustard, and the rat, to kangaroos escaped from Mr. Fish's garden at Sidmouth, and by Professor Owen to the badger!

Luscombe (2 miles), the seat of C. Hoare, Esq., was built by Nash 1800-4, and contains pictures by Sir T. Lawrence, Loutherbourg, and Northcote. On the north of the town (1 mile) is the Langstone. On the south

(1 mile) are the two rocks of new red sandstone in the sea, fancifully called the Parson and Clerk; the latter was terribly shattered by the storm of 1824.

According to the legend, there was a pluralist and ambitious priest of the east country who frequently rode, followed by his clerk, through Exmouth and the Warren to inquire after the health of the Bishop of Exeter lying sick at Dawlish, and whose succession to the diocesan throne he secretly coveted. One stormy night, while threading the labyrinth of lanes on Haldon Hill, the priest, having lost his way, petulantly summoned the demon to help him. A simple peasant shortly appeared and led them down the steep to the manor-house, where chaplain and serving-men duly invited the priest to sup. But when the feast was spread it all was glamoury; the sea began to boom nearer than was wont, fish that seemed to swim was the only fare, and the floor became all afloat. At length, with the welcome tidings that the good bishop was passing out of life by means of a poisoned cup, the parson and clerk set out on their return; the demon house vanished amidst screams and wild laughter as of fiends mocking, the foam burst over their heads, the waves rose; two horses were found straying in the morning on the shore, and two huge loosened masses of sandstone became at once their riders' grave and monument; and when the storm-wind blows, the cry of the imprisoned spirits is heard quivering on the gale.

Among the walks in the neighbourhood, one will lead to Little Haldon (2 miles), a hill with its greensand summit strewn with porphyry and quartz; rich in shells of mollusca changed into an opaque or yellow jasper, and having a circular camp called Castle Ditch, with a single vallum and enclosure of 1 acre. There are several barrows adjoining. Here Hoel and the West Britons, in 926, made their last stand against King Athelstane. They were defeated, but in the Saxon army ever after, while the Kentish men led the van, the brave soldiers of Devon held the responsible duty of guarding the rear. Being 818 feet high, the hill commands a magnificent panorama of the valleys of the Exe

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and the Teign.

Upon it are found Pinguicula Lusitanica and dicranum varium. The proverb runs

"When Haldon hath a hat

Kenton may beware a skat."

The lanes in the neighbourhood are numerous and intricate; but every opening in the thickly-matted hedges affords. beautiful views of the country, spread out like a vast map at the traveller's feet, the outlines gradually softening and becoming undiscernible as they near the horizon. The inland landscape has the fresh charming green and fertile scenery of Devon; woodlands and cultivated ground, with their varying tints, church towers and hidden hamlets, their position marked by wreaths of curling smoke. Along the shore, beyond the calm estuary of the Exe, slowly expanding rise the red cliffs towards Sidmouth, fainter at each remove, and melting into blue distance, hazy and indistinct; and the horn of the Golden Cap, the brighter from the dark-blue colour of the sea, closes in the grand prospect on the east. A rugged green descent, rich with madder growing wild, and with flowering plants, called Smuggler's Lane (1 mile), leads down to the shore towards Teignmouth. The railway here emerging from a tunnel, the last of five under the cliff, and near the site of a great fall in Feb. 1853, is protected by a sea-wall which reaches nearly to

TEIGNMOUTH,

three miles from Dawlish. The situation of this town is most beautiful: along the broad walk of the Dene (a corruption of Dune, a sandbank), extends a fine range of buildings, with the Assembly-rooms, erected 1826, from designs by A. Patey, in the centre. On the south side rises the headland called the Ness, with fir-crowned cliffs, 80 feet high, and but for the bars of verdure which intersect them, wholly crimson in colour. Underneath are the village of Shaldon and the villa of Lord Clifford; beyond

is the bright bay of Babbacombe, terminating in Hope's Ness. To the north spreads the yellow shore, stretching towards Dawlish, under cliffs at intervals 200 ft. in height, which, rising yet higher inland, are mantled with thickets of green foliage, contrasting broadly with the deep blue of the sea. Behind the shipping-town of East Teignmouth, well-wooded heights stoop down to the winding Teign; the landscape on the west being closed in by the tall crests of Heytor. The course of the river is one of stately beauty, whether at its rise, gliding amid the sweet seclusion of verdant dells, under the bare granite rocks at Highbridge, or through the mountainous ridges of Drew's Teignton, with its Cromlech, the Spinster's Rock, said to have been built up by the Three Weird Maidens (Valkyrien) before their fast was broken, and the only LoganStone in Devon. Then further from its source, flowing through lawns, with trees and fair mansions fringing its home-like banks, and twinkling oar and red-dyed sail varying its surface, it falls into a bay, so calm and clear that it scarcely seems an inlet of the vast sea. Above the town, the Teign is crossed by a bridge of 34 arches, 1672 ft. by 20 ft., with a drawbridge, built 1825-7 by Roger Hopkins, architect, at a cost of 20,000l. It is the longest bridge in England, and only exceeded in Europe by the Pont de Lyons, which is 1700 feet in length. Canonteign, on the Teignmouth side, near the bridge, was the house of the first Lord Exmouth. The quay was built in 1820 by George Templar. The principal trade of the port consists in the import of salt-fish from Newfoundland; the exports being china clay from King's Teignton, and granite from Heytor. The lighthouse, 31 feet high, erected in 1844-5, on the site of a small fort, is of great service to vessels entering the port, owing to the presence of a dangerous sandbank at the mouth. From this spot, the drawing of the seine at night by women, presents a most striking scene; and the glory of the sunlight, as well as the softer moonlight, seen from the shore which faces the expanse of sea on the east, are unrivalled in their effects. The theatre was built in 1802. The churches are of no interest:

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