58 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



his lower lip thick ; his eyebrows distinguished 

 by the meditative droop ; his complexion was 

 fair, with very little colour. The most remark- 

 able feature in his face was his large and clear 

 blue eye ; it was so full that it ought to have 

 been short-sighted, yet his sight was far as 

 well as keen. His face was full of thought ; 

 he walked with somewhat noiseless tread and 

 a rapid stride. He never carried an umbrella 

 or wore a great-coat, nor, except in very cold 

 weather, did he wear gloves. He had great 

 powers of endurance in walking, but his phy- 

 sical strength was never great. In manner, 

 as has been already stated, he was always 

 reserved ; at this time so much so as to appear 

 morose to those who knew him but slightly. 

 He made few friends. Indeed, all through 

 life he made fewer friends than any other man. 

 This was really because, for choice, he always 

 lived as much in the country as possible, and 

 partly because he had no sympathy with the 

 ordinary pursuits of men. Such a man as 

 Eichard JefFeries could never be clubable. 

 What would he talk about at the club ? The 

 theatre? He never went there. Literature 



