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A CHAPTER ON ROSES, 



care in winter, in this climate ; but they so 

 richly repay all, that no rose-lover can 

 grudge them this trouble. Tea roses are, 

 indeed, to the common garden varieties 

 what the finest porcelain is to vulgar crocke- 

 ry ware. 



HALF A DOZEN TEA EOSES. 



Safrano, the buds rich deep fawn. 



Souvenir d'un Km\, salmon, shaded with rose. 



Goubault, bright rose, large and fragrant. 



Devoniensis, creamy white. 



Bougere, glossy bronze. 



Josephine Malton, beautiful shaded white. 



We thought to give Noisettes the go- 

 by ; but the saucy, rampant little beauties 

 climb up and thrust their clusters of bright 

 blossoms into our face, and will be heard. 

 So here they are : 



HALF A DOZEN NOISETTES. 



Solfaterre, bright sulphur, large. 



Jaune Desprez, large bright jaw7i. 



Cloth of Gold, pure yellow, fine. 



Aimee Vibert, pure white, very free bloojuer. 



Fellenberg, brilliant criinson. 



Joan of Arc, pure lohite. 



" Girdle of Venus ! does he call this a se- 

 lect list ?" exclaims some leveller, who ex- 

 pected us to compress all rose perfections 

 into half a dozen sorts ; when here we 

 find, on looking back, that we have thirty, 

 and even then, there is not a single moss 

 rose, climbing rose, provence rose, damask 

 rose, to say nothing of " musk roses," " mi- 

 crophylla roses," and half a dozen other di- 

 vi^ions that we boldly shut our eyes upon ! 

 Well, if the truth must come out, we con- 

 fess it boldly, that we are worshippers of 

 the everblooming roses. Compared with 

 them, beautiful as all other roses may be 

 and are, (we can't deny it,) they have little 

 chance of favor with those that we have 

 named, which are a perpetual garland of 

 sweetness. It is the difference between a 

 smile once a year, and a golden temper, 



always sweetness and sunshine. Why, the 

 everblooming roses make a garden of them- 

 selves ! Not a day without rich colours, 

 delicious perfume, luxuriant foliage. No, 

 take the lists as they are — too small by 

 half; for we cannot cut a name out of 

 them. 



And yet, there are a few other roses that 

 ought to be in the smallest collection. That 

 finest of all rose-gems, the Old Red Moss, 

 still at the head of all moss roses, and its 

 curious cousin, the Crested 3Ioss, must have 

 their place. Those fine hardy climbers, 

 that in northern gardens will grow in any 

 exposure, and cover the highest walls or 

 trellises with garlands of beauty, — the 

 Queen of the Prairies and Baltimore Belle, 

 (or, for southern gardens, say — Laure Da' 

 voust, and Greville, and Buga Ayrshire;) 

 that finest and richest of all yellow roses, 

 the double Persian Yellow, and half a dozen 

 of the gems among the hybrid roses, such 

 as Chmcdole, George the Ath, Village Maid, 

 Great Western, Fulgens, Blanchefleur ; we 

 should try, at least, to make room for these 

 also. 



If we were to have but three roses, for our 

 own personal gratification, they would be — 

 Souvenir de Malmaison, 

 Old Red Moss, 

 Gen. Dabourg. 



The latter is a Bourbon rose, which, be- 

 cause it is an old variety, and not very 

 double, has gone out of fashion. We, 

 however, shall cultivate it as long as we 

 enjoy the blessing of olfactory nerves ; for 

 it gives us, all the season, an abundance of 

 flowers, with the most perfect rose scent 

 that we have ever yet found ; in fact, the 

 true attar of Rose. 



There are few secrets in the cultivation 

 of the rose in this climate. First of all, 

 make the soil deep; and, if the subsoil is 

 not quite dry, let it be well drained. Then 



