ROSES. 



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The origin of this exquisitely beautiful variety, 

 the Moss Rose, is thus fancifully accounted for : 



The Angel of the flowers, one day, 



Beneath a Rose Tree sleeping lay, 



That Spirit to whose charge is given 



To bathe young buds in dews from heaven. 



Awaking from his high repose, 



The Angel whispered to the Rose: 



&quot; O fondest object of my care, 



Still fairest found where all are fair, 



For the sweet shade thou st given to me, 



Ask what thou wilt, tis granted thee.&quot; 



Then said the Rose with deepening glow, 

 &quot; On me another grace bestow.&quot; 

 The Spirit paused in silent thought 

 What grace was there that flower had not! 

 Twas but a moment o er the Rose 

 A veil of moss the Angel throws; 

 And robed in Nature s simplest weed, 

 Could there a flower that Rose exceed ! 



A pyramid of climbing roses is a beautiful object 

 in a garden, Iron or wooden stakes, twelve feet in 

 height, gradually approaching each other, till they 

 meet at the top, with climbing roses trained up 

 their sides, is a pleasing arid easily constructed 

 ornament. Fancy and taste may range at will in 

 inventing forms to ornament the parterre with roses, 

 Beds of roses, raised pyramidally, have a splendid 

 effect. When the flowers die away in the autumn, 

 the mass may be clipped again into form, with the 

 garden shears, as you would clip a laurel hedge. 



Standard roses, which are so much in fashion at 

 this time, and which always remind one of a house 

 maid s long broom for sweeping cobwebs, are be 

 yond a lady s own management, as budding is a 

 troublesome business, and very frequently fails. I 

 *vill not, therefore, touch upon this subject. 

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