OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



while the heart is absorbed in its con- 

 templation, unconscious but powerful, 

 hope is filling the breast. So powerful 

 is it as to banish for the time all care, 

 and to make this life seem the life of 

 the immortals.— ' Field and Hedgerow': 

 Nature in the Louvre. 



OUR English landscape wants 

 no gardening: it cannot be 

 gardened. The least inter- 

 ference kills it. The beauty of English 

 woodland and country is in its detail. 

 There is nothing empty and unclothed. 

 If the clods are left a little while un- 

 disturbed in the fields, weeds spring up 

 and wild-flowers bloom upon them. To 

 the hedge cut and trimmed, lo ! the 

 blue-bells flower the more, and a yet 

 fresher green buds forth upon the twigs. 

 Never was there a garden like the 

 meadow; there is not an inch of the 

 meadow in early summer without a 



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