JUNE 107 



do I remember the garden to be so much 

 of a real rose garden ; and the sweetest 

 rose of all is that i which decks the sweet 

 brier hedge. Paul Neron, with all his 

 seven inches across and no scent, is no- 

 thing to that little deep-pink brier rose ! 

 The damask roses overspreading a corner 

 at the south wall are an ideal of rose love- 

 liness. It is worth while to make a good 

 south place for this old rose ; it will soon 

 repay you a hundredfold in delicious 

 beauty. Once more, after nigh two score 

 years, I have the pleasure of smelling a 

 York and Lancaster rose. Her perfume 

 is divine. And we have a real black rose 

 (Empereur de Maroque ?), if gathered be- 

 fore the sun has time to burn it, most 

 beautiful haunting the memory with that 

 old foolish rhyme 



* Rosy in the parlour, Rosy in the hall : 

 Rosy was a black Rose, better than them all.' 



As for our old blush rose, age does but 

 increase its charm. 



