A capital idea, Mr. Editor, as any one who knows what trouble we poor mortals, who depend upon the labors of professed gardeners, have had in obtaining those of the right kind, will concede. A competent gardener, up to his business, must be a man of mind; and a subordinate, uncomfortable situation, such a man will not occupy - any longer than he can do better. The gardener himself being right, by all means give him a direct interest in his labors, through the produce of the garden, if a market exist in the neighborhood where he can turn such produce to profit It thus gives him a responsibility, a character, and a consequence. It stirs his pride, promotes his emulation, and increases in him a striving to improve constantly in his vocation. Why, sir, many a time have I known the toiling, pains-taking gardener, intelligent in his line, far more worthy of companionship than the conceited parvenu - there is now and then one snch - who employed him, and kept him in a degraded position, while ministering to his own inflated pride and accidental wealth. Many an unknown Sir Joseph Paxton, might have risen to fame and eminence through the kind word fitly spoken, and the generous encouragement of an appreciating employer.

Of bad gardeners - imported, at that - we have enough, in all conscience; but we can rapidly have better ones, by taking the pains to make them, and showing them that their endeavors are appreciated by their employers.

Gardening, in its elevated sense, is one of the fine arts, and no one not thus estimating it, need suppose that he can command the labors of a Praxiteles in that line, at the same rate of compensation he does those of the boor who blasts out the shapeless marble from the quarry.