Il8 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



Rohan a duck, and that Senna Tea Vaisse, or 

 whatever his name is" (he knew it as well as I 

 did), " a darling. I tell you what, old fellow, if 

 either of these worthies could appear in the flesh, 

 there is nothing in the world I should like so 

 much as a tetc-a-tetc with him in a 24-foot ring, 

 I flatter myself that I could favor him with a facer 

 which he couldn't obtain in France. As for that 

 General Jacqueminot, shouldn't I like to meet 

 him in action," here he pulled his mustache 

 fiercely, "and to roll him over on Rupert?" — his 

 charger. I bade him light a weed and hope ; but 

 he didn't seem to relish hoping. Towards the 

 end of the next summer he came to see me again, 

 with the daughter of the gods in his brougham, 

 and on the opposite side, in the lap of its nurse, a 

 new *' duck," far dearer to his bride than any 

 rosebud on earth. 



The inner walks should be grass, but there 

 must be an outer promenade of gravel, smooth 

 and dry for the thinnest boots, when the turf is 

 damp with rain or dew, and our Queen wears her 

 diamonds of purest water, as when, in the days of 

 Mary and Anna, 



" The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower, , 

 And weighed down its beautiful head." 



