Mrs. Sarah K. Bolton says, in a very nice article on the Isle of Wight, in the Independent:

" We pass Steephill Castle, of which Joseph Paxton, who built the Crystal Palace, said: 'I have visited nearly every place of note from Stockholm to Constantinople, but never have I seen anything more beautiful than this.' Further on is Sandrock Hotel, described by Black in ' Madcap Violet,' overgrown with ivy, the grounds a mass of shrubbery. I asked an old man coming up the hill with a wheelbarrow, the name of the vines. ' I don't know, mum,' he replied to each question. He had lived here from boyhood, and had never asked the names of the simple things growing about him. How we shut our eyes and ears to knowledge, and drift on like pieces of wood or stubble! "

Though Mrs. Bolton charitably introduces all of us into the ignorant circle under the "We," one may incline to think she has the man with the wheelbarrow chiefly in mind. Unfortunately she may emphasize the " we " if she wishes. We need not go outside of Boston, New York, or Philadelphia, to find people in silk and broad-cloth, and who would feel insulted to be supposed to know even what a wheelbarrow means, who would have to answer, "I don't know mum," when asked the names of the vines on houses they perhaps own. Cleveland, where Mrs. Bolton lives, may do better, because they have little else but Virginia creepers and Honeysuckles to learn the names of - these being about all the "vines" in common use there.