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protect the Rose ; and there I have ever seen her smiling 

 upon Love, however mean its offering, and rewarding its 

 untiring service. 



For the flirt, for the faint-hearted, for the coxcomb, who 

 thinks that upon his first sentimental sigh she will rush into 

 his arms and weep, she has nothing but sublime disdain. 



Of this, and before I speak upon Soil, let me submit an 

 illustration. 



Not many summers since, three individuals, of whom I 

 was one, were conversing in a country home. One of my 

 companions was about to succeed the other as tenant of the 

 house in which we were met, and was making anxious in- 

 quiry about the garden in general, and concerning Roses in 

 particular. " Oh ! " said our host, " the place is much too 

 exposed for Roses. No man in the world is fonder of them 

 than I am, and I have tried all means, and spared no ex- 

 pense ; but it is simply hopeless." " Must have Roses,'' 

 was the quiet commentary of the new-comer ; and two 

 years afterwards I met him at the local flower-show, the 

 winner of a first prize for twelve. " My predecessor," he 

 said, " was no more the enthusiast which he professed to be 

 about Roses, than that Quaker was an enthusiastic alms- 

 giver who had felt so much for his afflicted friend but had 



