Autumn fairy glade to itself beyond the Lily ponds, under the great 

 Roses Oak trees against the wooded hillside, dozens of the plants being 

 sunk together in the green moist turf. 



But precious and lovely as all these are, there is something 

 more precious still. An Autumn Rose. What magic there is in 

 the mere word. And such a joy is within the reach of all who 

 own a garden in these days. Each year adds to the number of 

 all kinds of Autumn-flowering Roses, especially among the Teas 

 and hybrid Teas. Nor must we forget the many faithful 

 friends among the hybrid perpetuals, such as the invaluable 

 Ulrich Brunner, Mrs John Laing, Fisher Holmes, Mrs 

 Sharman Crawford, Alfred Colomb, Pride of Waltham, 

 Margaret Dickson, and the new and superb Frau Karl 

 Druschki. Few things in the Autumn garden are more 

 effective than a mass of some of those glorious copper-red and 

 china-pink shades which we get among the Teas, such, for 

 instance, as Souv. de Catherine Guillot, or the darker Souv. de 

 J. B. Guillot, General Schablikine, Mme. Lambard, Papa 

 Gontier, Baronne de Hoffman, and Amabilis, though these two 

 last are not known as they should be in English gardens. Or 

 of some of the clear pinks of such hybrid Teas as Belle Siebrecht 

 (Mrs W. G. Grant), Killarney, La France, Captain Christy, and 

 the exquisite Caroline Testout, one of the most invaluable of 

 the class, and never to be forgotten by any one who has seen 

 the two long borders of this grand Rose leading down to the 

 north front of Holland House. While among the darker shades 

 we find such free blooming Roses as the fiery Gruss an Teplitz, 

 in flower from May to December against a west wall, Lady 

 Battersea, Liberty, and Marquise de Salisbury. Of the yellow, 

 orange, white and flesh-coloured Teas and hybrid Teas that flower 



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