22 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



ham, travelling upon the Derby road, and therein 

 the framework of a neat miniature greenhouse, 

 thus described upon a board affixed to it : — 



I grieve, when I pass, to think how many a true 

 but poor florist has stopped to read, and sigh. I 

 rejoice, when I pass, to believe that many a poor 

 but brave florist has stopped to read, and has 

 gone home to save — has come, and seen, and 

 conquered. 



A few of the structures, which I was invited 

 to inspect, were of fair dimensions; here a car- 

 penter, and here a bricklayer, and there a glazier, 

 had made his handicraft subserve his amusement ; 

 but the accommodation, as a rule, was meagre, 

 and I could hardly believe that the grand Roses 

 which we had just left could have come, like some 

 village beauty out of her cottage dwelling, from 

 such mean and lowly homes. But there were the 



