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APPENDIX. 



To leave our gardens, but not our hearts. When, at 

 the end of this month, the chill evenings come, and cur- 

 tains are drawn and bright fires glow, who is so happy 

 as the Rose-grower, with the new catalogues before him ? 

 The likeness so faithfully painted from the life brings 

 before him the original in all her grace and beauty ; and 

 over his glass of Larose, if he has one by him, he utters 

 the loyal desire of liis heart, 



" Floreat Regina Florum!" 



