Our buildings, fences, and roads, appear to them rude and temporary in comparison with the solid, substantial, costly and finished structures they have left behind; and hence they conclude that we have no gardens - that we know nothing, nor care nothing, about gardens or the more refined branches of culture - because we are not as England, are nothing.

If the English would read our agricultural and horticultural journals as we do theirs, they would know us much better than they do through the medium of professional tourists; but not one Englishman in a thousand knows that we have such journals, and the few who do are innocent of deeming them worthy of perusal. A very short time ago, one of the most intelligent horticulturists in England, who, for twenty years or more, has had extensive and intimate business relations with this country, remarked in a letter to us, that he thought it was time we had a weekly paper in this country devoted to agriculture and horticulture! It is a good many years since this idea was practically entertained here.

In the February number of Blackwood's Magazine, we find a long, well written notice of Mcintosh's "Book of the Garden" in which the following passage occurs. We are sorry to have to criticise an article which has afforded us so much real pleasure as this has, but it is necessary to our present purpose:

"The pre-requisite elements necessary to originate and cherish a love of the horticultural art may, perhaps, be stated to consist in the possession of some measure of wealth and of leisure, in intellectural culture and refinement of taste and feeling, in a moderately bad climate, and a tolerably sterile soil. The two last elements we enjoy in Scotland in very considerable perfection, and hence the high character of Scotch gardeners. The versatilities of our northern sky make them vigilant, alert, provident, and inventive. In sunny Italy, boon nature with liberal hand threw into the lap of every gatherer the ohoicest fruits and flowers, and the old Romans had few incentives to study the resources of the horticultural art. Roman horticulture, obedient to the suggestions of a southern clime, chiefly displayed itself in cool grottos, and irriguous fountains, and umbrageous walks shaded by the tall cypress, and the sweet-scented bay. In America they may have the wealth, but apparently not the " Retired leisure, That in trim gardens takee his pleasure".

Their pursuit of the 'all-mighty dollar' is too passionate and intense to admit of interruption from the recreations of horticulture. A feverish and absorbing worldliness can find no pleasure in the tranquil delights of a garden. Our cousins across the wave seem scarcely to have reached that state of intellectual culture and repose that must apparently precede the refinements of horticulture. In America the apples are excellent, and that best of all apples, the Newtown Pippin, will not thrive out of it; but there the apple grows all but spontaneously. Horticulture, however, is making progress in the United States, of which, perhaps, the best evidence is the existence of a periodical devoted to the subject and published in Boston, and the somewhat curious fact that the Kalmias and Rhododendrons originally imported into Britain from America, and improved by culture, are at this moment undergoing a second transportation from our nurseries to the land of their nativity. Their denization in Britain ought to invigorate their constitutions.

And yet, having breathed the air of England, it is possible that their lungs may repel the atmosphere where slavery reigns, and that at the sad sight they may sicken and die".

Now is it not astonishing, that one who writes so intelligent of the garden, and is so thoroughly imbued with a love of it as this Blackwood reviewer evidently is should mar his beautiful essay by such a narrow, illiberal allusion to American horticulture! Why could he not have rather passed America by unnoticed ? Was it too good an opportunity for Johnny Bull to show his estimate of his "cousins across the wave?" It is true, we admit, in regard to a certain class of our population, that "their pursuit of the almighty dollar is too passionate and intense to admit of interruption from the recreations of horticulture," hut it is not true of all. As we have already said, we are all active and busy - we have few idlers. We have in America very few hereditary estates or fortunes; every man here must make his own fortune. Hence it is that we have so few that embark in horticulture to kill time and to make an outlet for their surplus wealth. But let any candid man survey the suburbs of our cities and towns, let him canvass our country villages, and say whether the pursuit of the dollars has destroyed the love of the beautiful. Let us take Boston as an example.

How many of the active merchants, professional men, and mechanics of that city devote themselves to their gardens, and produce results that the whole country feels proud of. Where in Great Britain can such a wealth of gardening, genuine out-door gardening - we do not speak of green-house gardening - as the Boston shows present ? Let us take Marshall P. Wilder, as the most prominent example of a large class. The good he has done by his gardening labors will compare favorably with that of the Duke of Devonshire or the most illustrious benefactors of horticulture in the most advanced gardening country in the world. We may take our own little town of Rochester, 400 miles from the sea coast and not over forty years old, with a population of about 40,000, and even here we can point out a very large number of men closely devoted to commercial or professional pursuits who enjoy the pleasures of a garden. Small it may be, but well filled with the best of fruits and the most beautiful trees and shrubs and roses, that the world can produce. We have in our mind a friend, who is at the same time a busy lawyer and an active politician, who has a fruit garden, that for its size might challenge all Scotland, and his roses are the newest and best that can be purchased.

He was able to show his neighbors the famous Geant des Batailles, Chromatella, and other famous varieties, while they were yet novelties in Europe. We could point to many of similar taste, and we could go through every town and village in the country and show that such men and such tastes are far from being rare.

Is there another country under heaven where there are so many gardens! - Scarcely a sober, able-bodied man in America, out of the large cities, but can boast of a garden. And that garden is not a mere tenement - it is his own; and when he plants his trees, and shrubs, and flowers, he feels that no human being has any right or title to them but himself and his family. What a small proportion of the population of Great Britain can rejoice in such a feeling. How few British subjects can go into their gardens with the same manly indifference, or can feel the same love and attachment to their homes, or have such inducements to make them comfortable and beautiful! How much of that which is squandered on the mammoth princely garden establishments of Great Britain is wrung from the enslaved million who never know what it is to taste even the luxury of a fresh salad - who cannot once a year buy a bunch of poor radishes, or a half withered rhubarb from the "green market" - who are never permitted to gratify the sense of smell with, the p of a rose, and whose "hearts never leap when the first sun's drop shows its welcome face on the green" - who, in short, never see a garden but through some aristocratic enclosure, or over the top of some exclusive, everlasting wall of stone, like that which encircles our penitentiaries! Look at the exhibitions of England, and you will see to what class the privilege of gardening is confined; the contributions are either from professional cultivators or from the titled nobility.

How is it here? The contributors are working people - merchants and mechanics in the humblest walks of life - the large majority being their own gardeners; their productions, the fruit of their own labor, and skill, and taste.

But horticulture is really making progress in the United States, notwithstanding our "absorbing worldliness" and low state of intellectual culture. The best evidence of this progress is the existence of a horticultural journal in Boston, and the importation of Kalmias and Rhododendrons from Britain!

What evidence! Let us give our Scotch friend, who we fear does not see far beyond his own misty hills, some better evidence, or, at least more of it. We have four journals exclusively devoted to horticulture - one in Boston, one in Philadelphia, one in Cincinnati, and one in Rochester. The last has been in existence some seven years or more. But these are not all. We dare say that we might enumerate journals by the score, weekly and monthly, from Maine to Louisiana, all of which are devoted to agriculture and horticulture combined, and many of them with a circulation twenty-fold greater than the most popular journal published in the good city of Edinburgh - the modern Athens. How many horticultural societies have we ? Not less than a dozen in the State of New York alone! - we could not guess at the number in New England and the West - besides our pomological societies, etc., etc.. As to the importation of trees and plants, ask Messrs. Rivers, Skirving, Le Roy, and fifty other European nurserymen, and they will reply that Americans not only import Rhododendrons and Kalmias, but fruit trees, and ornamental trees and shrubs, and roses, by the ship-load - absolutely draining the nurseries of Europe to the dregs.

The catalogues of nurserymen and florists are ransacked, and every novelty must be had, from the newest Daisy or Hollyhock to the Victoria regia itself. The rare and costly orchids of India, the evergreens of North-West America, the Rhododendrons of the Himalaya, the novelties from the "celestial empire;" in fact everything new and wonderful we must have as soon as it is announced. If importing plants be a test of our taste and progress, we are in a very hopeful state.

The allusion to slavery is far fetched and sadly out of place. Only for the well known propensity that exists on the other side the water to dabble in this matter on all occasions, in season and out of season, in fact never to name America without hinting at it, we should be quite at a loss to know why it was introduced here. In the discussion of political subjects, such a thrust would have been excusable; for, unfortunately, there seems to be in politics a something that tends to create and foster a hostile or unfriendly spirit between either nations or parties who represent opposite principles; but in horticulture, there is everything to promote harmony and to cherish whatever there be in human nature that is liberal, open-hearted and magnanimous.

Its mission is to multiply the comforts of life, to refine and elevate many tastes and feelings, - in a word, to make the world happier and better. In horticulture, we should allow no geographical boundaries to limit our sympathies or friendship, but recognize as a brother every laborer in the vineyard, whether his lot be cast in the temperate or torrid zone, under the government of a republic, or a monarchy, or a despotism.