306 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



when you are miles away, and sometimes we 

 are sown where we can hear the hum, hum, 

 all day of the children learning in the school. 

 The butterflies nutter over us, and the sun 

 shines, and the doves are very, very happy at 

 their nest, but the children go on hum, hum 

 inside this house, and learn, learn. So we 

 suppose you must be very clever, and yet you 

 cannot manage this. All your work is wasted, 

 and you labour in vain you dare not leave 

 it a minute. 



" ' If you left it a minute it would all be 

 gone; it does not mount up and make a store, 

 so that all of you could sit by it and be happy. 

 Directly you leave off you are hungry, and 

 thirsty, and miserable like the beggars that 

 tramp along the dusty road here. All the 

 thousand years of labour since this field was 

 first ploughed have not stored up anything for 

 you. It w^ould not matter about the work so 

 much if you were only happy ; the bees \vork 

 every year, but they are happy; the doves 

 build a nest every year, but they are very, 

 very happy. We think it must be because 

 you do not come out to us and be with us 



