202 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



among the potatoes, distinguished by its 

 grace of growth, by its bluish-green leaf, 

 and its half single snow-white flower, we 

 know the ancient Jacobite rose. Until 

 I knew its name, it used to seem so 

 strange, that in some parts, never a road- 

 side cottage, or little muirland dwelling, 

 if no more than a ( butt and a ben,' but 

 has its white rose bush growing by the 

 door, or straggling across the dyke. It. is 

 the old Jacobite rose, and its presence 

 thus surviving still among us, is a living 

 link with those far off troubled times, 

 when Prince Charlie was the darling of 

 the people, and his rose, the ' rose that's 

 like the sna',' was planted by every house- 

 wall in that north land of loyalty. They 

 had their white rose always near, though 

 they might not dare to wear it. One 

 other forgotten rose of beauty, the 

 oft named Celestial, is recalled by the 

 shapely oval bud of the Jacobite. Every 

 old rose has its special attribute or 

 character. The attribute of this, is an 

 exquisite neatness, combined with the 

 most consummate loveliness. Though 



