A correspondent, "Rambler," sends us an amusing account of" a gardener in search of a place." He was unlucky enough to fall in with people who understood a "first-class gardener" to be one who could "groom horses," "run errands" and the like, and the usual questions under such circumstances were put to him. There always have been these ignoramuses in all ages, and we fancy they are not confined to people wanting gardeners. They are of a par with those who thought the " Mill on the Floss" was a work on prize fighting.