288 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



Deity ? He means, I think, only the popular 

 and vulgar conception suffers everything to 

 take place by chance. Yet there is, there must 

 be, because he feels it and sees it, something 

 higher and beyond. " For want of words I 

 write soul." 



The book is full of this Vision of the Life 

 beyond the present ; he tries, but sometimes 

 in vain, to clothe his Vision with words. It 

 never leaves him. It is with him in the heart 

 of London, where the tides of life converge 

 to the broad area before the Royal Exchange. 

 If he goes to see the pictures in the National 

 Gallery, it is with him. If he looks at the 

 old sculpture in the Museum, it is still with 

 him. Always the dream of the perfect man 

 superior to death and to change ; perfect in 

 physical beauty, perfect in mind. 



" I went down to the sea. I stood where 

 the foam came to my feet, and looked out over 

 the sunlit waters. The great earth bearing 

 the richness of the harvest, and its hills golden 

 with corn, was at my back ; its strength and 

 firmness under me. The great sun shone 



