1 88 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



the Honeysuckle, the GiUiflower, the Clove and Stock, 

 Sweet- Peas and Musk, Jasmine and Geranium, Verbena 

 and Heliotrope — but the Eglantine to me, when I passed 

 through "The Sweet Garden," as it is called, just after a 

 soft May shower, had the sweetest scent of them all. It is 

 an idea very gracefully imagined and happily realised, but 

 suggested by, and still suggesting, sorrowful sympathies, 

 for the owner of that garden is blind.* 



The Austrian Brier is a Sweet-Brier also ; and though 

 not so fragrant in its foliage as our own old favourite, it 

 brings us, in the variety called Persian Yellow, a satis- 

 factory recompense — namely, flowers of deepest, brightest 

 yellow, prettily shaped, but small. This Rose is almost the 

 earliest to tell us that summer is at hand, first by unfolding 

 its sweet leaves, of a most vivid refreshing green, and then 

 by its golden blooms. It grows well on the Brier, but is 

 preferable, when size is an object, on its own roots, from 

 which it soon sends vigorous suckers, and so forms a large 

 bush. In pruning, the amateur will do well to remember 

 the warning — 



* The blind Squire of Osberton is dead, but I retain this description of his 

 Sweet Garden, hoping that the idea may be realised elsewhere, for the com- 

 fort and refreshment of others similarly afflicted. 



