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.
In this go-ahead world of ours, who reads that poet of nature, COWPER He is, I fear, voted a little old fashioned, which he never can be to the calm and contemplative lover of the country. To such as do not know it, I may say that he has given as good a description of how to make a hot bed, as any writer on gardening ever did or ever can da As it is seasonable, perhaps its appearance in the Harticulturist may be acceptable, and here it is:
"Warily, therefore, and with prudent heed, He seek a favord spot; that where he builds The agglomerated pile hit frame may front The surfs meridian disk, and at the back Enjoy close abetter, wall, or reeds, or hedge Impervious to the wind. First he bid« spread Dry fern or lltter*d hay, that may imbibe The ascending damps; then leisurely impose, And lightly shaking it with agile hand From the full fork, the saturated straw. What longest binds the closest forms secure, The shapely side, that as it rises takes, By Just degrees, an overhanging breadth, Sheltering the base with its projected eaves: The uplifted frame, compact at every Joint, And overlaid with clear translucent glass, He settles next upon the sloping mound, Whose sharp declivity shoots off secure From the dash'd pane the deluge as it Calls. He shuts it close, and the first labor ends. Thrice must the voluble and restless Earth Spin round upon her axle, ere the warmth.
Slow gathering In the midst, through the square Diffused, attain the surface: when, behold! A pestilent and moat currosive steam, Like a gross fog Bcetian, rising fast, And fast condensing on the dewy sash, Asks egress; which obtained, the overcharg'd And drench'd conservatory breathes abroad, In volumes breathing slow, the vapor dunk; And, purified, rejoices to have lost Its foul Inhabitant. But to assuage The Impatient fervor, which at first conceives Within Its reeklug bosom, threatening death To his young hopes, requires discreet delay. Experience, slow preceptress, teaching oft The way to glory by miscarriage foul, Must prompt him, and admonish how to catch The auspicious moment, when the temper'd heat, Friendly to vital motion, may afford Soft fomentation, and Invite the seed. The seed selected wisely, plump, and smooth," etc. - Cower's Task - The Garden.
Indeed, Mr. Editor, we have left the good old books our fathers read, for trash, utter trash; for books from which we neither learn to live or die, rationally. Let me quote another passage, descriptive of the retired country gentleman, much to my taste:
"How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who Justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too! Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home.
And nature in her cultivated trim Drees'd to his taste, inviting him abroad - Can he want occupation who baa these ? Will he be idle who has muchn't enjoy?" - Ibid.
 
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