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 Mexico, 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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