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double and full, and when newly opened are of a dark rich red brilliantly shaded 

 with vermilion. The petals are of good substance and have that rich velvet-like 

 appearance, which gives such fullness and depth to the glowing color. Apparently 

 perfectly hardy and an abundant bloomer, it will take a commanding position in all 

 our choicest collections. 



Another of these dashing showy fellows is Lord Macauley. One would hardly 

 expect the staid old historian's name to have been handed on to coming time linked 

 with such scarlet and crimson robes. But it is a lordly rose nevertheless, and 

 seems likely to thrive well in this inaristocratic land of ours ; never losing a bud 

 through all the trying weather of the past winter, it pushed forth its stout, dark 

 green shoots when tardy summer came at last, and clothed them with thick, leathery, 

 shining leaves, which tell of blood. And then came the roses, large, full and 

 showy ; noble blooms, opening with a brilliant scarlet crimson which changes at 

 length to a deep glowing crimson of rare richness and beauty. 



But for queenly stateliness of habit and queenlike beauty, Madame La Baronne 

 de Rothschild is peerless among the roses. Others may blush with a more coy and 

 maidenly grace, others may put on more gorgeous apparel and dazzle the eye with 

 purple and scarlet, but she robes herself in glossiest satin, and draws around her the 

 drapery of ample folds dyed with richest, yet most delicate peach-blow tints. The 

 stout shoots, armed with ivory-like spines, have an air of matronly dignity, and the 

 large, very large handsomely cupped, stout petaled roses, borne singly on the ex- 

 tremity of each shoot, and such a clear light satin rose, crown it with royal beauty. 

 I do not wonder if rose growers in England were wild with excitement over the 

 advent of this Queen among Queens, and that the Royal Horticultural Society 

 awarded to her the highest certificate of merit. One thing I have noticed that is 

 worth remembering, it bears the fierce beat of our July sun uncommonly well. 



And what a charming rose, in its stainless purity, is that Boule de Neige. The 

 blooms are small, and in the esteem of some that may be counted a defect, but to me 

 its comparatively miniature size is one of its highest charms. Set off with a single 

 spray of its bright green leaves, how charmingly does its snowy whiteness contrast 

 with those raven locks. And whatever may be wanting in size it more than com- 

 pensates in the abundance of roses, while the petals are rolled back so neatly one 

 upon the other, that it well deserves the name of Ball of Snow. And last fall, I 

 remember, what an abundance of white roses we gathered from this best of the white 

 autumnals. 



And writing of autumn bloomers, reminds me of that Prince of dark roses, Xavier 

 Oliro. Last fall this was one of the most attractive in the bed, and now the tree is 

 covered with roses and rose buds as though its life work was to cover itself with 

 blooms. And such blooms they are, too, magnificent in size and beautifully full, of a 

 deep, yet brilliant velvety scarlet when first open, and gradually changing to darkest 

 crimson. It is an exceedingly showy rose, that cannot fail to be admired in the 

 choicest selection, beautiful when only its thick, deep green, glossy leaves are to be 

 seen, but gorgeous when mingling with its shining foliage, the darkly glowing roses 

 are seen in the height of their beauty. 



But I must stop. Yet I cannot stop until I have shown you the lovely Countess 



