I 14 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



more natural grace, wear^-Ing the eye instead of refreshing 

 it. Some may Hke to see the hair pulled back from a win- 

 some face : give me ripples of light in the wavelike braid, 

 and reliefs of shade in the glossy clustering curls. 



True art hides itself, and every man in laying out a 

 garden should remember the precept, A7^s est ce/a7'e arte7/i. 

 He should, moreover, cause to be painted on his case of 

 mathematical instruments, and printed largely on the cover 

 of his sketch-book, those two lines, written by a true gar- 

 dener and poet (must not every true gardener be a poet, 

 though It may be of songs without words i^) — 



" He wins all points, who pleasingly confounds, 

 Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds." 



But what, it may be asked, has all this to do with the 

 Rosary ? And I answer. Everything ; because nowhere is 

 the formal, monotonous, artificial system of arrangement 

 more conspicuously rampant. It almost seems. In some 

 cases, as though the owners had copied the methodical 

 Frenchman, who, having received an assortment of Rose- 

 trees of various heights from the nursery, planted them all 

 at the same distance above the ground, that he might 

 preserve the unities of an even surface. Does not a dead 

 level, bearing the old pattern of stars and garters, generally 



