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.
That there is a vast amount of thought bestowed upon horticultural and kindred pursuits, the pages of the various periodicals devoted to these subjects can fully testify. The study of nature, in all her various phases and phenomena, whether it is pursued in the animal, vegetable, or mineral kingdom, is a source of never ending delight; it enlightens our intellect, expands our ideas, and elevates our sentiments. Dispelling that almost impenetrable mist of self-sufficiency that hangs before our eyes, it teaches us to look from "nature up to nature's God;" enables us to appreciate the bountiful goodness, and form true conceptions of an All-wise Creator. The intelligent mind, and sensitive heart, cannot look upon these glorious scenes and interesting objects without feelings of the deepest emotion. Mark the delight of the astronomer, as with piercing eye he surveys the starry firmament, giving "a local habitation and a name" to unvisited worlds. Truly he "sees God in clouds, and hears him in the wind." See the assiduity of the geologist as he dives into the earth with keen-eyed research, bringing to light the most costly and useful productions of our globe.
Look at the botanist, with untiring step rambling over the wide-extended plain, plunging into the entangled thicket, and scrambling up the rugged mountain, in search of his favorite flowers. With what unwearied anxiety the chemist watches the various processes of combinations, precipitations, and transformations which he derives from careful analysis. Observe the rapturous delight of the florist as he looks upon the gradual development of the opening bud; with beaming eye he points out "each varied tint," each nice distinction, "each part of that grand whole" whose favors smile around in luxuriance and fragrance, helped and improved by his own attentive care. "Is there a man with soul so dead" as to remain cold and unmoved at the sight of such glorious scenes as these? Yes, there are many such, with nothing but "speculation in their eye." It is a melancholy fact that the beauties and sublimities of nature may be exhibited in their most brilliant forms in vain to many of the human race. They are despised as trifling, puny, and unprofitable by those that are absorbed in the acquisition of wealth. They are unnoticed by those who are either degraded by bad passions, or intoxicated with self-indulgence; consequently they have no relish for anything not connected with their own sordid ideas.
But he whose mind is alive to the beauty of the works of God, "Can look abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor, perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers, his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel But who, with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling, say - 'My Father made them all!'"