Art Out-of-Doors 



our parks are crowded with very poor people 

 vrho spread through every quiet walk and 

 shadowy glade, and like nothing so well as 

 to lie or saunter on the grass ; and although 

 much of their pleasure is simply physical, 

 anyone who has sympathetically mingled 

 with them knows that part of it is of finer 

 quality. The beauty of the landscape speaks 

 to even the dullest eye, and appeals through 

 it to the most sluggish imagination. The 

 roughest cockney admires the beauty of the 

 shores of the Hudson when he sees them on 

 some summer excursion, and is impressed 

 by the splendor of the sea when for the first 

 time he stands on a shore where its waves 

 are breaking. 



This instinctive admiration for the charms 

 of the natural world is what many people 

 understand by the love of Nature. But it 

 is not, in any true sense, the love of Nat- 

 ure. It is merely a love for natural things 

 which are beautiful, of course, but which 

 are also unfamiliar and therefore striking; 

 Let the dweller in tenement-houses inhabit 

 a lodge in Central Park for a while, and he 

 would probably seek his Sunday entertain- 



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