OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



OVERHEAD and eastwards 

 there shone a glory of blue 

 heaven, illuminated from with- 

 in with golden light. The deep rich 

 azure was lit up with an inner gold ; it 

 was a time to worship, to lift up the 

 heart. Is there anything so wondrously 

 beautiful as the sky just before the sun 

 rises in summer? — 'The Dewy Morn.' 



HUMAN dramatists arrange for 

 all their characters to find 

 happiness in the end. If there 

 be any difficulty some one transfers his 

 or her love with the greatest facility 

 to another person; and thus being all 

 paired off, they dance down the stage to 

 the tune of ' Sir Roger de Coverley.' 

 The drama of real life never ends like 

 this. Some one has to suffer— always 

 some one has to suffer. 

 The old Greeks dwelt on the tendency 



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