33 THE ROSE. 
instead of being reminded, as I am, of a cross 
hetween a Cochin and a Dorking fowl, they 
recognized an infinity of distinctive attributes 
which estrange that variety from the Hybrid 
Bourbon in the most palpable and objective 
form. But now that these summer roses are 
no longer paramount—rapidly disappearing, 
on the contrary, before the superior and more 
enduring beauty of those varieties which 
bloom in summer and autumn too; now that 
several divisions formerly recognized are 
gone from the catalogues, and others include 
but two or three able-bodied roses on their 
muster-roll—it would be advisable, I think, 
to ignore altogether these minor distinctions, 
and to classify as summer roses all those 
which bloom but once. Not without a pain- 
ful sigh can we older rosarians witness the 
removal of our old landmarks—not without a 
loyal sorrow do we say farewell to friends 
who have brightened our lives with so much 
gladness; but we cannot long remember our 
losses, surrounded as we are by such abun- 
dant gains, and the tears of memory must 
pass away as quickly as the dewin summer.’* 
We think within a few years the suggestion 
of Canon Hole will be partially carried out 
by nurserymen in their catalogues, but it 
* S. Reynolds Hole. 
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