loS THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



first year of his wedded life that Jefferies 

 brushed away the cobwebs from his brain, 

 left the old things behind him for ever, and 

 stepped out upon the greensward, the hill- 

 side, the forest, and the meadows, where he was 

 to walk henceforth until the end. It was time, 

 indeed, to throw away his novels of society, 

 to put away the unreal rubbish, to forget the 

 foolish dreams, to let the puppets who could 

 never have lived lie dust-covered in the limbo 

 of false and conventional novels. Where is it, 

 that limbo ? Welcome, long-desired flowers 

 of May ! Welcome, fragrant breath of the 

 breezy down ! 



