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viously discussed to membership in the Alpine 

 Club. The old crimson Amadis is very beautiful 

 when the evening sun is low, and the soft light 

 rests upon its glowing flowers, and the blush 

 variety is large and lovely (albeit the floral cot- 

 tager was right who told me that he *' considered 

 them 'R.osQS Jlothe7y")) but Ichabod is soon written 

 on flower and leaf, and the habit of growth is 

 anything but graceful, "GraciHs" itself forming no 

 exception. They may be trained both to climb 

 and droop, but they have long ceased to perform 

 in my Rosarium either of these evolutions. There 

 are better Roses. 



Nor am I acquainted, so numerous are the 

 candidates having stronger claims, with any gar- 

 den which has space to spare for the Multiflora, or 

 for the Hybrid CHmbing Roses. 



They are disappearing from the lists (as fair 

 ladies do when no combatant wears their glove in 

 his helmet); and I sigh to count the happy, happy 

 years which are gone since I laid "the Garland," 

 as an Immortelle, upon the tomb of " Madame 

 D'Arblay." 



