Ik passing through Baltimore one morning, we stopped by invitation at the town garden of Thomas Winans, Esq., one of those extraordinary residences which seem to the passer as if the town had grown around and inclosed a rural home, which was only bounded by the needful streets that had been ran through by those delectable corporations called City Councils. Bat, on the contrary, Mr. Winans has pulled down a small village to make a run in urbe, and, in some respects, it is the most remarkable town residence in any American city. As we should say in Philadelphia, it now occupies about as much space as one of our squares, but additional houses had been lately purchased, and they were also to be demolished, to make room for grass and graperies. The usual order of things is here reversed.

As you pass the place, the natural inquiry is, what prince or royal personage lives here? The answer is made by the owner himself - a self-made American artisan (and well may he be proud of the title), is the designer, and owner, and occupier.

Thomas Winane, Esq., in some way connected with the steam-engine business or railroada, got a look into the parse of the late Emperor of Russia, and he ever since has looked upon gold instead of iron; this is reflected in various improvements on this town- square, and we see, as we pass round, not only a very fine mansion, in excellent taste, and surrounded by graperies and hot-houses, but vases, statues, deer in castings, etc, but an actual stream of water and a pond, with foreign and domestic swans besporting themselves in rather narrow quarters, but very pretty; and among them a black one. In other places are aviaries, very judiciously constructed, and, we must say, with handsome and healthy looking occupants; the maccaw and the golden pheasants as gilded as ever.

Now take a view of the walks, where six men find constant employment, chat with George McKimmie, the intelligent gardener, get into the shadow of the Deodars, the Weeping Cypress, shake hands with Araucaria excelsa and Braziliensis,, and a thousand things well known to fame, refresh under the fountain, and repeat with the poet, white you wonder that an expense which would once have bought the whole State of Illinois, should be here smoked by a town: -

" A breath of unadulterate air, The glimpse of a green pasture, how they cheer The citizen, and brace his languid frame I E'en in the stifling bosom of the town, A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charss Thai soothe the rich possessor, much consoled That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint, Of nightshade or valerian, grace the wall He cultivates. These serve him with a hint That nature lives; that sight-refreshing green Is still the livery she delights to wear".

Baltimore would be bat half-explored, if Clifton Park, the residence of Johns Hopkins, Esq. (quite near the city), was left unnoticed. The announcement that the horticultural party would be there on the morrow, brought us tickets, and an invitation to look about, but we were unfortunate in not having an introduction to the wealthy proprietor engaged in town affairs during the day.

A native forest of remarkably beautiful trees, is the nucleus which first attracts attention as you enter this very fine domain. We prefer the results of planting, and the intersperaion of fine old evergreens which this gives, hut as our merchants rise, get rich, and perish, they must, for present enjoyment, gist a wood ready planted; and the American Indians knew nothing of Weeping Cypresses, Deodars, or anything that would not color a feather, or point - not a paragraph - but an arrow; so Mr. Hopkins has taken what they left him, improved what he found, planted young foreigners of merit, many of them too near his roads; and he has been uncommonly successful with his lakes - a feature of artificial improve-ment most rare among us, and when in fine keeping, a most valuable acquisition. Boats, and bridges, and swans, seem here most naturally at home, and we must repeat our strong admiration both of this scenery and of the superb as well as very extensive flower garden - the whole under the intelligent supervision of William Fowler, but lately so successful as the gardener to John Tucker, in our own neighborhood.

There are but few more elaborate places among us than Clifton Park. Were we inclined to be personal, we should record the striking anomaly of it, and say, with regret, that Mr. Hopkins is a bachelor; but we forbear. That fact, once stated, our readers need not learn that it is an often mooted and mysterious question with the good people of the - shall we use so well known a phrase? - "the Monumental City/' whether the owner will not do as Girard did: make the whole city his heirs, and give the first individual gift of a public park to an American city. We can only Bay, that if he should ever ask us our opinion on this momentous question, we should answer: " By all means 1" It is a fairy scene where future men of taste will bless the memory of the man so fortunate as to possess, so nearly, a paradise. May it be long before he is driven from what is so evidently a labor of love.