OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



no words to express my detestation. 

 They tell their daughters never to put 

 ivy-leaves in their hair or brooch, be- 

 cause 'they puts it on the dead paupers 

 in the unions, and the lunatics in the 

 'sylums.' Such an association took 

 away all the beauty of the ivy-leaf. 

 There is nature in their hearts, you 

 see, although they are under the polar 

 draught of poverty.—' Field and Hedge- 

 row ' : The Time of Year. 



THERE are never two works 

 of equal beauty of any kind, 

 just as there are never two 

 moments of equal pleasure: seize the 

 one you have, and make much of it, for 

 such a moment will never return. — ' Field 

 and Hedgerow' : Nature in the Louvre. 



THE sun rolls on in the far dome 

 of heaven, and now day, and 

 now night sweeps with alter- 

 nate bands over the surface of hill, and 



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