i8 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



noting how handsome her father's intellectual 

 face looked, wandered in her mind from the 

 flower as he talked, and marvelled how he 

 could be so rough sometimes, arid why he 

 talked like the labourers, and wore a ragged 

 coat he who was so full of wisdom in his 

 other moods, and spoke, and thought, and 

 indeed acted as a perfect gentleman. 



" ' Eichard's favourite flower,' he went on. 

 ' He brought the daffodils down from Luckett's; 

 every one in the garden came from there. He 

 was always reading poetry, and writing, and 

 sketching, and yet he was such a capital man 

 of business ; no one could understand that. 

 He built the mill, and saved heaps of money ; 

 he bought back the old place at Luckett's, 

 which belonged to us before Queen Elizabeth's 

 days ; indeed, he very nearly made up the 

 fortunes Nicholas and the rest of them got rid 

 of. He was, indeed, a man. And now it is 

 all going again faster than he made it.' ' 



Everybody knows the Dutch picture of the 

 dinner at the farm the description of the leg of 

 mutton. Was ever leg of mutton thus glorified ? 



