JULY 115 



them with the dew upon their petals. 

 They are what Chaucer would call * brode 

 roses,' so wide do their firm and well-set 

 petals spread. The white Cabbage which 

 survives in borders skirting the older, 

 more distant shrubberies is this summer 

 more than ever bounteous in its pure 

 white bloom. White Roses, however, 

 are not my favourites, excepting perhaps 

 Niphetos, the waxen Devoniensis and the 

 Japanese Rosa Rugosa. 



There are summer days when it is too 

 hot for any but white flowers ' to deck the 

 house,' and in such sultry heat white 

 roses help to cool the shaded room. A 

 rose-de-meaux, a little perfumed nest of 

 prim pinkness, has bloomed like an old- 

 fashioned woodcut iUnder the holly hedge. 

 I want to have near it the tiny Fairy rose 

 of former years, a wee bush pinked over 

 with the wee-est of China roses. Several 

 new plants of Souvenir d'un ami are 

 blooming well. No rose lasts so long 

 when gathered, as this does. The old 

 Marechal Niel in the greenhouse has re- 

 newed his youth, and has given us his 



