MY GARDENING. 7 
time they are clothed in vivid green the year 
round, and white as an untouched snowdrift in 
spring. Thus also the foot-wide paths of my rose- 
beds are edged ; and a neater or a lovelier border 
could not be imagined. 
With such a tiny space of ground the choice of 
roses is very important. Hybrids take up too 
much room for general service. One must have 
a few for colour; but the mass should be Teas, 
Noisettes, and, above all, Bengals. This day, the 
second week in October, I can pick fifty roses ; 
and I expect to do so every morning till the 
end of the month ina sunny autumn. They will 
be mostly Bengals; but there are two exquisite 
varieties sold by Messrs. Paul—I forget which 
of them—nearly as free flowering. These are 
Camoens and Mad. J. Messimy. They have a 
tint unlike any other rose; they grow strongly 
for their class, and the bloom is singularly 
graceful. 
The tiny but vexatious lawn was next attacked. 
I stripped off the turf, planted drain-pipes along 
the gravel walk, filled in with road-sweepings to 
the level of their tops, and relaid the turf. It is 
now a little picture of a lawn. Each drain-pipe 
was planted with a cutting of ivy, which now form 
a beautiful evergreen roll beside the path. Thus 
