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not love the meanest flower which grows. Nor must he 

 neglect some other old favourites in this family — such as 

 Cramoisie Superieure, honestly named, glowing and brilliant 

 as any of our crimson Roses, and forming a charming bed, 

 or edging of a bed, especially in the autumn ; and Mrs 

 Bosanquet, always fair, and good as beautiful — the same, 

 like a true lady, in an exalted or a low estate, on a standard 

 or on the ground, alone or in group, composed, graceful, 

 not having one of its pale pink delicate petals out of place. 

 Both of these Roses thrive well in pots, but they are most 

 attractive, I think, on their own roots out of doors, in a bed 

 of rich light mellow loam, pruned according to vigour of 

 growth, and pegged down when their shoots are supple, so 

 as to present a uniform surface. 



When speaking of the Moss-Rose generally, I anticipated 

 the little which I had to say of the Moss Perpetual (p. 178), 

 and, passing on to the Damask Perpetual, have but two 

 Roses to commend, and these only where space is unlimited 

 and the love of Roses voracious. A tender sadness comes 

 to me thus speaking of them, a melancholy regret, as when 

 one meets In mid-life some goddess of our early youth, and, 

 out upon Time ! she has no more figure than a lighthouse, 

 and almost as much crimson in her glowing countenance as 



