152 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



and La Rose, of another description. Its numerous flowers are interesting — 

 individually, from the striking contrast between the colours on either side 

 of the petals, these being of a bright rosy lilac without, and within of a pale 

 silvery flesh-colour ; and en masse, effective and showy. It "grows like a 

 willow," to use a gardener's phrase, much resembling in habit 



Gloire de Dijon, described among the Climbers, but excellent in every phase. 

 Like Phyllis, it "never fails to please ;" unlike Phyllis, it is never "coy." 



JaiDic Desprez, Noisette. — Phoebus, what a name ! Little thought poor Mon- 

 sieur Desprez, when he sent out his seedling in the pride of his heart, that it 

 would associate his name throughout the Rose-loving world with jaundice 

 and bilious fever. Yellow Desprez, moreover, is not yellow, but buff or 

 fawn colour, deliciously fragrant, of beautiful foliage, blooms freely in 

 autumn, and makes, with careful culture, a pretty Pillar Rose. 



Jean Goujon, a handsome, healthful giant, with grand, well-shaped flowers of 

 a deep rose-colour, well deserves a place in the front rank of Queen Rosa's 

 Grenadier Guards. 



Jules Margottm bears the honoured name of one who has enriched our Rose- 

 gardens with many a precious treasure — Mons. Margottin of Bourg-la-Reine, 

 near Paris ; and no column could declare his praises so suitably, or per- 

 petuate his fame so surely, as a pillar of this lovely Rose. I would rather 

 that a pyramid of its sweet bright flowers bloomed above my grave, than 

 have the fairest monument which art could raise. But " there's time enough 

 for that," as the young lady observed to her poetical lover, when he promised 

 her a first-class epitaph. 



La Reme, once Queen of the Hybrid Perpetuals, is still a most royal Rose ; 

 and, with the attention which royalty has a right to expect, will give magni- 

 ficent blooms in a genial — that is, in a hot sunny — season. In wet or cold 

 summers the immense buds do not open kindly. It is not, in fact, to be 

 relied upon, like 



La Ville de St Denis, which, faithful as she is fair, and bounteous as she is 

 beautiful, always gladdens us with flowers of exquisite symmetry, and of a 

 deep fresh rosy pink. 



Leopold PretJiier well deserves his title — I do not mean as Roi des Beiges, but as 

 a Rose de la pretyiiere qualite zxs\ox\g the deep-red varieties. There is a lovely 



