The Devonshire glen.
Edinburgh Review, xciii, 71.

"Who that has seen it does not retain in his mind, as a type of rural beauty, the picture of some sequestered Devonshire Glen; its stream gushing through narrow meadows of the richest emerald, now turning the wheels of the picturesque old mill, now chafing against a tiny barrier of rock, now sleeping in deep eddies under over-hanging groves of oak; its farms bosomed in orchards; its cottages half buried in the luxuriance of the flowering shrubs of their gardens; its precipitous-looking ploughed fields covering the hill-sides, at one time with their waving crops, at another with their rich red fallow?"

[Text may be taken from a different source or edition than that listed as the source by Somers Cocks.]