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"The commercial mind may perceive little of the landscape's harmony with man's life but those forms of good which are of commercial value. When a stage coach yet climbed our hills, and rolled down our slopes, a friend was sitting on a coach beside a jolly passenger, who, like himself, was looking out right and left over the land. On coming to the top of a hill, a fine landscape was spread before them, and my friend uttered, "Oh, that is beautiful!" "Ees," replied his fellow-traveller, "I hasn't a zeed a better piece o' turnips that that to year."
From Thoughts on Beauty and Art, Macmillan's Magazine, June, 1861
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