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rule which I have before quoted. On the level 

 from which these mounds arose would be the beds 

 and single specimens ; at the corners my bowers 

 and nooks. All the interior space not occupied 

 by Roses should be turf — ''nothing," writes Lord 

 Bacon, " is more pleasant to the eye than green 

 grass kept finely shorn" — and this always broad 

 enough for the easy operations of the mowing- 

 machine, and for the trailing garments (they don't 

 trail now, but who can tell what La Mode may 

 ordain next summer?) of those bright visitors, the 

 only beings upon earth more beautiful than the 

 Rose itself 



And who can be jealous ? Who can grudge 

 them the universal homage which even in the 

 queenly presence they always claim and win ? 

 More than once, I must confess, has a remon- 

 strance risen to my lips which I have not dared to 

 utter. I remember sitting on a summer's eve 

 contemplating my Roses in the soft light of the 

 setting sun, and in the society of a sentimental 

 friend, more than ever sentimental because a 

 daughter of the gods, divinely fair, had just left us 

 for the house. We sat still and pensive, until at 

 last I broke a long silence with the involuntary 

 exclamation: "Aren't they lovely ?" "Lovely!" 

 he replied ; " I Jiatc 'em. She called that Due de 



