wonderful spires, some of the fairest blue petals just washed with June. 

 the softest touch of pink. At their feet grew very pale yellow Some Rose 

 Irises and soft white and blush Canterbury Bells. It was all Gardens 

 sunshine arid colour. 



Another picture I see was in July. It was eventide, and 

 the setting sun rested lovingly on an arch of Leuchstern Roses. 

 A mass of bright pink clusters growing closely together from 

 the base to the topmost twig. Each tiny single Rose has a 

 white centre like Apple-blossom. Through the arch I saw a 

 mass of white Madonna Lilies in the shade. They were almost 

 ghost-like in their whiteness and wove themselves into a dream. 

 I never saw their like. The background of dark trees, with 

 sunlight glinting through the branches here and there, made the 

 pink and the white brighter and purer. 



I know a garden which has a Sweetbriar hedge all round it, 

 the scent of which carries far in the evening breeze. Over the 

 hedge, chains carry Roses from point to point, making drooping 

 garlands as they go. There is a gate in the middle of each side 

 of the garden spanned by an arch covered with Rosa polyantha, 

 which falls in great showers, when the hedge is covered with 

 pink. There is a fountain of water in the middle, and beds of 

 all the most beautiful Hybrids and Tea Roses round. Through 

 the white arches were golden-cut Yews, blue Delphiniums, 

 golden Mulleins (" Ladies' fingers " as they are called by 

 the women-folk). It is a garden where Roses love to 

 bloom. 



I grow the Carmine Pillar up larch poles in my garden, 

 and by the door of my Garden Room. It is by far the best 

 Pillar Rose that there is, and though it sometimes loses leaves it 

 never gets mildewed like the dear Crimson Rambler, and is a 



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