20 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFF ERIE S. 



of juicy red gravy, and cut pleasantly, the 

 knife went through it nicely ; you can tell 

 good meat directly you touch it with the knife. 

 It was cooked to a turn, and had been done at 

 a wood fire on a hearth ; no oven taste, no 

 taint of coal gas or carbon ; the pure flame of 

 wood had browned it. Such emanations as 

 there may be from burning logs are odorous of 

 the woodland, of the sunshine, of the fields and 

 fresh air ; the wood simply gives out as it 

 burns the sweetness it has imbibed through its 

 leaves from the atmosphere which floats above 

 grass and flowers. Essences of this order, if 

 they do penetrate the fibres of the meat, add 

 to its flavour a delicate aroma. Grass-fed 

 meat, cooked at a wood fire, for me." 



After the dinner, the great strong man with 

 the massive head, who can never make any- 

 thing succeed, sits down to sleep alone beside 

 the fire, his head leaning where for thirty 

 years it had daily leaned, against the wainscot, 

 so that there was now a round spot upon it, 

 completely devoid of varnish. 



" That panel was in effect a cross on which 



