ii6 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



hundreds this spring, while one planted 

 under a north wall (according to advice) 

 failed to do better for us than give a few 

 greenish buds. The roses of the Boccage 

 are superb in size and colour. The new 

 ground suits them, and for half the day 

 they are shaded by the elms. For a 

 modern rose, I like Beauty of Waltham as 

 well as any ; its form and luminous colour, 

 emitting rays of crimson that almost ( bid 

 the rash gazer wipe his eye,' are as perfect 

 as any such rose can be. In the shade, 

 behind the others, modestly blooms a 

 lovely new rose, Madame Audot, scarcely 

 differing, however, from our old friend the 

 Maiden's Blush perhaps a little richer in 

 colour, and in scent a little poorer. It is 

 pleasant to come suddenly upon this blaze 

 of roses at a distance from the house, and 

 divided from the nearer pleasaunce by 

 grassy paths and lines of trees. So much 

 for our Rose garden. 



The garden is more fragrant this summer 

 even than is its wont. One cannot tell 

 which sweet scent does most prevail, 

 whether that of sweet peas, or mignonette, 



