1/2 A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. 



ures and dry banks, everywhere all over my whole 

 plantation, flowered clear and fair." Here, in my 

 opinion, the latter paragraph contradicts and dis- 

 proves the former, showing us that so far from the 

 Yellow Provence Rose being burned and withered 

 by the sun, we have only now and then in an ex- 

 ceptional season sunshine sufficient to bring it to 

 perfection. Mr. Gilbert has kindly sent me both 

 plants and buds from Burleigh ; but, with all my 

 anxious supervision, I have never succeeded in 

 rearing these tender emigrants. And for this 

 reason we will leave it: 



If she be not fair for me, 

 What care I how fair she be ?' 



More kindly and gracious is the Miniature or 

 Pompon Provence, always bringing us an early but 

 too transient supply of those lovely little flowers 

 which were the ''baby Roses" and the "pony 

 Roses" of our childhood. They may be grown 

 on their own roots in clumps among other Roses, 

 or as edgings to beds, De Meaux and Spong being 

 the best varieties. The amateur is supposed to 

 be already in possession of another Lilliputian 

 treasure, the Banksian Rose, commended to him 

 when we discussed the Climbers ; and I must here 



