with the beautiful progression
of the seasons,--adds incalculably to the wealth of a country, though
the increase may not appear in the Report of the Secretary of the
Interior.

Mr. Copeland's volume is calculated to do this, and his own
qualifications for the task he has undertaken are manifold. Chief among
them we should reckon a true enthusiasm for the cause he advocates, and
a hearty delight in out-of-doors-life. He writes with the zeal and
warmth of a reformer; but these are tempered by practical knowledge, and
such a respect for the useful as will not sacrifice it to the merely
pretty. His volume contains not only suggestions in landscape-gardening,
guided always by the true principle of making Nature our ally rather
than attempting to subdue her, but minute directions for the greenhouse,
grapery, conservatory, farm, and kitchen-garden. One may learn from it
how to plant whatever grows, and to care for it afterwards. Engravings
and plans make clear whatever needs illustration. The book has also the
special merit of _not_ being adapted to the meridian of Greenwich.

We do not always agree with Mr. Copeland; we dissent especially from his
prejudice against the noble horsechestnut-tree, with its grand
thunder-cloud of foliage, its bee-haunted cones of bloom, and its
polished fruit so uselessly useful to children,--Bushy Park is answer
enough on that score; but we cordially appreciate his taste and ability.
His book will justify a warm commendation. It is laid out on true
principles of landscape-farming. The stiff and square economical details
are relieved by passages of great beauty and picturesqueness. The
cockney who owns a snoring-privilege in the suburbs will be stimulated
to a sense of latent beauty in clouds and fields; and the farmer who
looks on the cosmic forces as mere motive-power for the wheels of his
money-mill will find the truth of the proverb, that more water runs over
the dam than the miller wots of, and learn that Nature is as lavish of
Beauty as she is frugal in Use. Even to the editor, whose only fields
are those of literature, and whose only leaves grow from a
composing-stick, the advent of a book like this is refreshing. It
enables him to lay out with a judicious economy the gardens attached to
his Spanish manor-houses, and to do his farming without risk of loss, in
the most charming way of all, (especially in July weather,)--by proxy.
Without leaving our study, we have already raised some ast