NOVEMBER 195 



In all the garden there are but two 

 bushes of pink Cabbage rose. The North 

 seems to greatly favour this old beauty. 

 All through August last and a part of 

 September, roadside cottage gardens on 

 Deeside were ideal, with a perfumed pink 

 profusion of them. Everywhere rows of 

 large untidy bushes were seen hung all 

 over with round and heavy roses. Just 

 one remnant of a Crested rose (once so 

 fashionable), survives, I believe, some- 

 where among the Rhododendrons in the 

 Boccage. I discovered it by chance two 

 years ago ; but somehow it slipt away again 

 before that summer ended, and it has never 

 since been seen. The little Rose de Meaux 

 too -joy of our childhood has disappeared 

 from the border where once it grew, and 

 so has the Fairy Rose disappeared from 

 the kitchen garden. I have heard of little 

 hedges of the Fairy rose instead of box 

 edgings. But amongst all the roses of 

 other days, the Celestial rose is surely 

 queen ! The little round Burnet Roses, 

 white and yellow, are sweetest of all. 



In the east border, under the wall, two 



