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justify our preference for the more euphonious term, and I 

 vote " Old Cabbage " to the pigs. 



The Rosarian should devote a small bed of rich soil, well 

 manured, to the cultivation of this charming flower, grow- 

 ing it on its own roots, and pruning closely. 



The Double Yellow Provence Rose, of a rich, glowing, 

 buttercup yellow as to complexion, and prettily cupped as 

 to form, full of petal, but of medium size, has almost dis- 

 appeared from our gardens, and I have only seen it at the 

 Stamford shows, sent there from beautiful Burleigh. Al- 

 though common at one time in this country, it seems never 

 to have been happy or acclimatised. " How am I to burst 

 the Yellow Rose.^" was a question often sent to the horti- 

 cultural editor. All sorts of manoeuvres, and all sorts of 

 manures, were tried. Mrs Lawrence writes, that a tree of 

 this Rose was planted against an east wall at Broughton 

 Hall, in Buckinghamshire, Avith a dead fox placed at its 

 roots, by her father. She adds, fortunately, that he " was 

 a great sportsman," or posterity would certainly have sus- 

 pected papa of being what posterity calls a vulpicide. " In 

 many seasons," writes the Rev. Mr Hanbury, in his ela- 

 borate work upon Gardening, published just a century ago, 

 " these Roses do not blow fair. Sometimes they appear as 



