This section is from "The Horticulturist, And Journal Of Rural Art And Rural Taste", by P. Barry, A. J. Downing, J. Jay Smith, Peter B. Mead, F. W. Woodward, Henry T. Williams. Also available from Amazon: Horticulturist and Journal of Rural Art and Rural Taste.
Good, honest John Evelyn published, in 1686, his Kalendar, or Gardeners' Almanac, with the following introduction: "As Paradise (though of God's own planting) was Paradise no longer than the man was put into it, to dress it and to keep it; so, nor will our own gardens remain long in their perfection, unless they are also continually cultivated. But when we have so much celebrated the life and felicity of a gardener as to think it preferable to all other diversions whatsoever, it is not because of the leisure which he enjoys above other men, ease and opportunity which minister to vain and inglorious delights, such at fools derive from sensual objects; we dare boldly pronounce it, there is not amongst men a more laborious life than is that of a good gardener's; but, because a labor full of tranquillity and satisfaction, natural and instructive, and such as (if any) contributes to piety and contemplation, experience, health, and longevity. In some, a condition it is, furnished with the most innocent, laudable, and purest of earthly felicities, and such as does certainly make the nearest approaches to that blessed state where only they enjoy all things without pains; so as those who were led only by the light of nature, because they could phansie none more glorious, thought it worthy of entertaining the souls of heroes and most illustrious of mortals. * * A gardener's work is never at an end; it begins with the year, and continues to the next; he prepares the ground, and then he sows it; after that he plants, and then he gathers the fruits; but, in all the intermediate space, he is careful to dress it.
Intolerable confusion will succeed the smallest neglect, after once a ground is in order".
The Index, etc, has fallen like a bombshell into our camp, and deranged the regular form of the present number, obliging us to omit much matter prepared. Happily, indexes, those useful articles for the future, do not come as often as house-cleaning time; if they did, garrulous editors would be so frequently in dilemmas, that they would give it up.