90 ANNUAL REPORT. 
Of June Moss Ruses my experience has also been unfortunate. For once, 
duped by the specious falsehoods of a peripatetic rose dealer, I bought and 
paid dearly for a variety of mosses—red, yellow, pink, and white, and, as I rich- 
ly deserved, the whole collection proved an unmitigated fraud. Some ‘‘remain 
to this day’’ but are absolutely worthless. White mosses are bound to be frauds 
for they always will show red in the bud, and the bud is all we want of a moss, 
There is one moss, however, of which I can speak with thorough respect. It is 
a real veteran and perhaps I may be pardoned for giving its history. It was 
brought from New England to Rochester, N. Y. by one of the oldest settlers of 
that city, and in 1835 came into possession of a friend of mine, who, in °57 divi- 
ded the old root to bring part of it to Minnesota. It was first planted in my 
garden, then removed toanotner, but in °61 came back to me, and from that 
year to this it has not once failed to produce a full bearing of buds ot extraordin- 
ary perfection and beauty. These are richly mossed, of the lovliest shade of car- 
mine, and have the excellent quality of growing mostly on single stems, so that 
in cutting no immature buds are sacrificed, and the blooming season is thus pro- 
longed far beyond that of any other June rose. The fully opened rose is also 
exceptionally lovely. It is an unequaled winter keeper, maturing its wood so 
perfectly that buds break from the very tips of the shoots. 
New varieties of the Hybrid Perpetuals have been produced so rapidly of late 
years, that it is difficult to keep acccount of them or to make a judicious selec- 
tion from so large a number. I added a large number of the new ones to my 
collection in the spring of '79, of which Hippolyte Jamain, Jean Loupert, Emma 
All and Countess of Lerenyé bloomed and were excellent in form and color, but 
the plants were small and all without an exception succumbed to the polar cold 
of last winter. Small blame to them when the mercury went down out of sight. 
It is a matter of surprise that the old ones survived, but nearly all struggled 
through, and produced, not an abundant, but a fair harvest of blossoms. 
Gen. Jaquenminot is a dear old hero, just a trifle sensitive to the cold, but 
returning a hundredfold in its glorious roses for the extra care bestowed. It 
grows standing and is seldom without buds from June till frost. Dr. Arnold, 
Duchesse de Marny and Denvil de Prince Albert are about the same color and 
are fairly good. Gen. Washington is an excellent winter keeper and a constant 
bloomer. The roses are very large and remain without fading longer than any 
other rose. Triomphie del’Exposition, Louvenis de Count Cavour and Souvenir 
de la Reine d’Angleterve are magnificient roses. It 1s rather hard to drag the 
Count through the winter, but one of its grand flowers pays for all trouble. The 
same may be said of Coroline de Lansal and Auguste Mie, and of the former 
that it also is a very sly bloomer, but the sight of one of its exquisite roses 
blinds the infatuated rose lover to all defects. Auguste Mie is a peerless rose. 
It is one of the best examples of the beautiful cupped form, its color is the most 
faultlessly lovely shade of rose-pink, and its foliage is almost as rich and deli- 
cate as that of Chromatilla or Dutchess de Brabant, but unfortunately it is a 
tender beauty. It will keep itself soft and dainty and nice to look at until 
the last mild breath of the Indian summer, and then falls a sure prey to the 
cold. It kept very well through the winters when we had heavy snows, but 
other seasons were fatal to it. 
Salet and Sydonie are two of the most reliable roses for keeping and continual 
bloom, and the color of the latter is exquisitely beautiful. 
Henrietta Stoor, a darker shade of the same color is no less beautiful, and is 
