Mr. Editor, - In these times of partisan strife and disorder it is pleasant to call to mind the peaceful and harmonizing influence of horticultural pursuits. The recent national convention of pomologists in Philadelphia was a most delightful reunion of kindred spirits. The bond of friendship between pomologists is peculiarly deep and genial. In no other art or profession is there a more generous feeling of rivalry and cordial personal regard among the members, than in this. From the bland, good-hearted, patriarchal president, down to the obscurest amateur, whose name has just been added to the list of nomologists, there are few, we think, but those who, "in the love of Nature," seek their own interest and the public good in the production of " the kindly fruits of the earth." In pomological circles, all distinctions of sect and party are always forgotten. A man of talent, experience, and practical skill, is regarded for his personal worth in these respects alone. Even Bullion, if he be a bad nomologist, must for a time stand back as unworthy of attention; while he to whom Nature has imparted the gift of judging her inner life by her outward forms and works, though his garb be coarse, and his palms bear the marks of toil, stands forth a man, with all the "guinea's stamp/' on equal terms with the favorites of fortune or social distinction.

In most other professions there is still an aristocracy. Here, talent and success level all distinctions to a remarkable degree. Pomologists, working a common soil, no doubt come sooner than other men to feel their littleness in the presence of the Great Parent; and hence the charming feeling of generous brotherhood which springs up in all hearts, when earnestly devoted to horticultural pursuits. The attendance at the late pomological convention was truly national. All parts of the great republic were represented. In horticulture, at least, we are still wisectional South Carolina, Georgia, and Massachusetts, assemble together in our conventions, in pleasing harmony, and in noble rivalry. If our form of government did more to foster agriculture, horticulture, and fruit-growing, and less to excite angry political feuds, it would be far better for her increasing millions, to whom the fruits of political strife are but as the "apples of Sodom," as compared with the luscious products of horticultural skilL

Keystone, Philadelphia.

[That's so; and it is some consolation to know that there is a common ground on which we can all stand, whatever betide. Whatever the politicians do, let us horticulturists, in all sections and climes, stand together like brothers, cultivating the kindly fruits of good fellowship. - Ed].

Nbw Brighton, Staten Island, December 20th, 1860.