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dener's genius — I remember that some of us were 

 made almost angry by the excessive share of 

 admiration received by one of these Roses. An 

 anxious eager crowd jumped and jostled to get a 

 view of it, reckless of each other's corns. I heard 

 a remark from one visitor to another, a short man 

 behind him, who seemed, I must say, about to 

 clamber up the speaker's back: — "Pardon me, 

 sir, but may I remind you that we are not playing 

 at leap-frog ?" What were they all struggling to 

 see ? There were long lines of lovely Roses — 

 why this pressure always at this special spot ? It 

 was just as when, in our Royal Academy, and on 

 the first days of exhibition, the visitors all make 

 for one particular corner, because there hangs, so 

 the Times has told them, tJie picture of the year. 

 And what was //^^ Rose ? It was Cloth-of-Gold 

 Noisette — a box of it, sent by Mr. W. Cant, from 

 the neighborhood of Colchester. Well, the m.oftt 

 jealous could not dispute its supreme beauty. It 

 was certainly the belle of the ball. In its integrity, 

 it is, I believe, the most glorious of all Roses. No 

 true Rosarian ever forgets the first perfect bloom 

 he sees of it. " Even at this distance of time," 

 writes Mr. Rivers in 1867, "I have not forgotten 

 the delight I felt on seeing this Rose in full bloom 

 at Angers in 1843. ^ts flowers were like large 



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