314 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



life : he was dead, and that is all. As for granny, 

 she felt no twinge: she had done her duty." 



There is another chapter among these papers 

 which is a real story. It is, I am certain, a 

 true story, because the plot is not at all in the 

 manner of Jefferies. It is called, grimly, 

 " Field Play." The "Story of Dolly" it 

 should be called of hapless Dolly of Dolly 

 the village beauty. Would you like to see 

 how Jefferies can describe a beautiful woman? 



t; So fair a complexion could not brown 

 even in summer, exposed to the utmost heat. 

 The beams indeed did heighten the hue of her 

 cheeks a little, but it did not shade to brown. 

 Her chin and neck were wholly untanned, 

 white and soft, and the blue veins roamed at 

 their will. Lips red, a little full perhaps ; 

 teeth slightly prominent, but white and gleamy 

 as she smiled. Dark-brown hair in no great 

 abundance, always slipping out of its confine- 

 ment and straggling, now on her forehead, 

 and now on her shoulders, like wandering 

 bines of bryony. The softest of brown eyes 

 under long eyelashes ; eyes that seemed to see 



