text:  For in what other nation is the public intellect in such unwearied exercise in such continual demand and in such unanswerable power? In what other nation of the world (excepting within those few years France; and that most imperfectly) has public opinion ever been appealed to? But in England to what else is there any appeal? Or does not the foreign mind bear some resemblance to the foreign landscape--exhibiting barren though noble elevations spots of singular though obscure beauty among its recesses and even in its wildest scenes a capacity of culture?--while in the mind of England like its landscape that culture has already laid its hand upon the soil; has crowned the hill with verdure and clothed the vale with fertility; has run its ploughshare along the mountain side and led the stream from its brow; has sought out every finer secret of the scene and given the last richness of cultivation to the whole