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September 



brings us little to do, except to remove suckers and weeds, and to 

 enjoy our second harvest of Roses. It is but the gleaning of the 

 grapes, the echo of the chorus, the after-glow of the sun ; but our 

 happiness among the autumnal Roses is, I think, more intense 

 than ever. We can appreciate them more calmly than when our 

 eyes were dazzled by their overpowering splendour, our attention 

 distracted by their infinite number, and our nervous system excited 

 by the shows. And we cling to them more fondly — so soon to 

 leave us ! 



To leave our gardens, but not our hearts. When, at the end of 

 this month, the chill evenings come, and curtains are drawn and 

 bright fires glow, who is so happy as the Rose-grower, with the 

 new catalogues before him? The likeness so faithfully painted 

 from the life brings before him the original in all her grace and 

 beauty ; and over his glass of Larose, if he has one by him, he 

 utters the loyal desire of his heart, 



"Floreat Regina Florum ! " 



