The Wreck of an Ancient Garden 



flowers nearer at hand, and by the well 

 a Persian Lilac drops like a fountain with 

 rosy jets. 

 No longer supported by the fallen house, Rom of y * 



... ... . olden time. 



a Trumpet Creeper, which trailed along 

 the ground, has been clipped into a com- 

 pact bush. A venerable Althaea, which 

 we did our best to save, blossomed feebly 

 for a season or two and then perished, de- 

 prived of the accustomed shelter of the 

 porch ; but great bushes of the old-fash- 

 ioned White Rose abound, and there, too, 

 is the sweet Blush Rose, beloved of the 

 bee and the sturdy Hessian. A large 

 Damask Rose still flourishes under the 

 Lilacs, and a luxuriant Baltimore Belle 

 climbs in reckless profusion over its con- 

 fining wires. Where the fence stood is a 

 low cluster of bushes covered in summer 

 with a bold Red Rose, single and splendid, 

 the remote parent, perhaps, of the Jacque- 

 minot -, they call it here the Russian Rose, 

 but I do not know what its real name 

 may be ; and down in the orchard I found 

 a bush of the dear, thorny little Scotch 

 Rose, the smell of which is laden, as is no 

 other, with the memories of childhood. 

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