The Love of Nature 



ment in a down-town street. Let him work 

 on a North River schooner, and he would 

 quickly forget to notice the beauty of the 

 shores. 



And this same attitude toward Nature 

 may be observed in persons of much wider 

 cultivation. To them also familiar natural 

 things soon grow uninteresting. The arti- 

 sans who crowd our Park on Sunday enjoy 

 its beauty more than do most of the wealth- 

 ier folk who drive there every day. It is 

 curious to notice how few of these ever seem 

 to look at anything but the people in the 

 other carriages, and how seldom they turn 

 from the fashionable East Drive into the 

 much more beautiful West Drive. And it 

 is still more curious to find that scores of 

 them, who have made pilgrimages in search 

 of natural beauty from the Nile to the Sierras 

 and from the St. Lawrence to ]\Iexico, have 

 never left their carriages to see what the 

 pathways in their own park might reveal. 

 The Ramble is as unknown to them as though 

 it lay in China, and they exclaim in surprise 

 if you tell them they might travel a thousand 

 miles and see nothing prettier. 



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