Art Out-of-Doors 
our parks are crowded with very poor people 
who 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- 
