OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



the nervous tension born of civilised life. 

 — ' The Open Air ' : Outside London. 



THE forest is gone ; but the spirit 

 of nature stays, and can be 

 found by those who search for 

 it. Dearly as I love the open air, I 

 cannot regret the mediaeval days. I do 

 not wish them back again; I would 

 sooner fight in the foremost ranks of 

 Time. Nor do we need them, for the 

 spirit of nature stays, and will always be 

 here, no matter to how high a pinnacle 

 of thought the human mind may attain ; 

 still the sweet air, and the hills, and the 

 sea, and the sun, will always be with 

 us.— 'The Open Air': Outside London. 



MASTS are always dreamy to 

 look at : they speak a ro- 

 mance of the sea; of unknown 

 lands ; of distant forests aglow with 

 tropical colours and abounding with 



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