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MONG social nuisances, defend us from those pitiable beings who, through some deficiency in their mental conformation, some lack of vital heat, of acute sensibility, of quick perception, are totally deprived of the faculty to appreciate and the power to admire! Show them a fine statue, and it is stone and marble, chiselled curiously, but conveying no idea, awakening no emotion. Exhibit an exquisite painting, the chef-d'œuvre of some grand old master; it is to them merely color upon canvas, and a great surplus of darkish paint. Cull them a fragrant exotic; it is "a nice enough smelling thing;" but the poor flower, withered by contact with that uncongenial touch, is quickly flung aside. Point out a living landscape, replete with the highest forms of pastoral beauty, verdant wood and flashing stream, gently swelling hill and dimpling valley, with the background of a gorgeous sunset, painting the horizon with purple, and crimson, and gold; the landscape is to them but trees, and water, and the sun going down red enough to augur