Fragrant Quote for November 29th from By moorland and sea ... By Francis Arnold Knight

Fragrant Quote for November 29th from By moorland and sea ... By Francis Arnold Knight

ON the northern slope of Exmoor, among corn lands whose rich red melts every spring-time into tenderest tones of green, with white walls and old brown gables showing here and there among green elms and blossoming orchards, there stands a little hamlet, in the eyes of one of its few tenants 'the sweetest village in the world.' He would be hard to please who should think otherwise while sitting, on some bright day of early summer, on the lawn of the old manor - house, under a noble bay - tree ■ covered on every twig with creamy blossoms, whose faint scent is all but lost in the sweet breath of apple blooms from the great orchard near, and in the lavish perfume of the lilac that lends its rare fragrance to the summer air. It is the last house in the hamlet. It stands, as it has stood for centuries, high up under a green belt of woodland that fringes all the moor. Above the dark ranks of firs, the green clouds of feathery larches that crown the lower spurs show the vast brown expanse that farther on grows into the great mass of Dunkery. It is a beautiful spot.