240 THE FLORIST. 



MY ROSE-JOURNAL. 



BY THOMAS RIVERS. 



[Continued from p. 205.] 



July 12th. — Surely the summer Roses never before bloomed so 

 splendidly ! In our old age we shall talk of these Roses as we now 

 do of stage-coaches, as things that have been, and our children will 

 say, " Is it possible that you used to esteem Roses that bloomed 

 only in June and July ?" Still, in the far north they will be objects 

 of interest, for autumnal Roses do not bloom well there, unless in 

 warm localities ; and the summer Roses, by late pruning, may be 

 made to give their flowers in August, and even later. 



Among the hybrid Bourbons, all our favourites have done their 

 duty ; and such Roses as Charles Duval, Sylvain, Tippoo Saib, and 

 Coupe d'Hebe, have been most beautiful. Paul Ricant, a fine crimson 

 Rose, is the only novelty in this group ; and if it would but be liberal 

 enough to give us a few flowers in autumn, how much more should 

 we admire it ! The hybrid China Roses have, in like manner, 

 bloomed in great perfection ; General Jacqueminot, General La- 

 moriciere, Colbert, Gloire de Couline, and all the older favourites, 

 have been most brilliant. 



July 14th. — This warm weather has brought many varieties of 

 Rosa alba to an unusual degree of perfection ; how perfect and 

 delicate are La Seduisante and Madame Audot ! how pearly the 

 white of Princesse de Lamballe and Madame Legras ! how brilliant 

 Vicomte Schrymaker ! and that delicate glowing Rose, Due du Lux- 

 embourg ; how very beautiful are its large globular flowers ! Some 

 old sorts that one had nearly forgotten have beckoned us in passing 

 to give an admiring look, such as Montigny, Malvina, Royale rouge : 

 these Roses have rarely been so perfect as they are to-day. 



July 15th. — The summer Roses must have a few more words ; 

 for who can pass the hybrid Provence Roses without being arrested 

 by such a Rose as Comtesse Plater (this was its first designation, but 

 the person who raised it has made it Comte Plater) ; how singular 

 and beautiful is its creamy, fawn-coloured tint ! how large, how 

 double, and finely shaped ! 



Diane de Poitiers, and La Sylphide, and Rose Devigne, how 

 delicate are their shades of blush, and how perfect and regular are 

 their finely cupped flowers ! Emerance and Pauline Garcia, with 

 their delicate straw colour, and Adrienne de Cardouville (too pretty 

 a name for such a horrible story as Le Juif Errant) and Madame 

 L' Abbey, with their rich deep rose-colour, make an assemblage of 

 beauty rarely to be equalled. 



July 18th. — What Roses are those in that distant bed, glowing 

 in the morning sun ? How large, how brilliant, how magnificent they 

 are ! and yet I find them all old friends, all French Roses, and among 

 them, Kean, Boula de Nanteuil, Grandissima, Latour d'Auvergne, 



