A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



clear amber-yellow of low-growing ceno- 

 thera. Here too, is Sauguinaria Canadensis. 

 A faint scent of bergamot leads you to 

 a plant or two of purplish Fraxinella. 

 Pass your hand across the leaves, and the 

 perfume will cling to it ; or come again 

 after dark and strike a match under its 

 nose ! and the flowers will blaze up and 

 crackle and be none the worse. Purple 

 Canterbury bells as big as coffee cups with 

 saucers too, contrast beautifully vrith the 

 almost ethereal purity of the great white 

 Cabbage, or Provence, roses, which toss 

 themselves in singular confusion of crossing 

 bud and bloom. I believe this last 

 came out anew last year as the York rose. 

 Years ago, it was the Neapolitan rose. 

 Could she but open her petals more tidily 

 she would be supreme. Great bushe; of it 

 alternate in another walk with old pink 

 cabbage and moss roses. The former ha 

 such a heavy head that one needs must 

 hold it up to look within at the round, 

 pink, bird's nest. And then it strikes one 

 at once, that this was the type of the rose 

 of ancient sculpture of the Cathedral at 



