OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



THERE is so much beyond all 

 that has ever yet been im- 

 agined. As I write these 

 words, in the very moment, I feel that 

 the whole air, the sunshine out yonder 

 lighting - up the ploughed earth, the 

 distant sky, the circumambient ether, 

 and that far space, is full of soul-secrets, 

 soul-life, things outside the experience 

 of all the ages. — 'The Story of my 

 Heart' 



TWELVE thousand years since 

 the Caveman stood at the 

 mouth of his cavern and 

 gazed out at the night and the stars. 

 He looked again and saw the sun rise 

 beyond the sea. He reposed in the 

 noontide heat under the shade of the 

 trees, he closed his eyes and looked into 

 himself. He was face to face with the 

 earth, the sun, the night ; face to face 

 with himself. There was nothing be- 



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