12 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



nearly all are now pulled down, so that there 

 is little but red brick to look upon. In fact, 

 it would be difficult to find a town more 

 devoid of beauty. They have pulled down the 

 old church, except the chancel : there was 

 once an old mill Jefferies' grandfather was 

 the tenant. That is also pulled down, and 

 there is a kind of square or place where there 

 is the corn exchange : I think that there is 

 nothing else to see. 



On market-day, however, the town is full of 

 crowd and bustle ; at the Goddard Arms you 

 can choose between a hot dinner upstairs and 

 a cold lunch downstairs, and you will find both 

 rooms filled with men who know each other 

 and are interested in lambing and other bucolic 

 matters. The streets are filled with drivers, 

 sheep, and cattle ; there is a horse market ; in 

 the corn market the farmers, slow of speech, 

 carry their sample-bags in their hands ; the 

 carter, whip in hand, stands about on the kerb- 

 stone ; but in spite of the commotion no one 

 is in a hurry. It is the crowd alone which 

 gives the feeling of busy life. 



Looking from Swindon Hill, south and east 



