HAGLEY, August 20th, 1858.
—Spencer and I went a seventeen-miles ride with Papa to Kinver Edge, most lovely : a hill from which we looked down about 600 feet, as perpendicular as the cliffs of the sea, and the cliffs at the bottom are covered with fern, gorse, and heather, a mass of warm, picturesque colour. A bright view, and such a stirring fresh breeze, all fragrant with heath, the horses enjoying it as much as we.
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