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Soliel d'Or is the most spectacular rose a 

 mingling of peach, marigold and flame. Given great 

 richness of fare, the bush will grow to prodigious 

 size. 



A splendid velvety, reddish-black rose is the Prince 

 Camille de Rohan. 



With Mrs. John Laing that exquisite pink 

 we shall have a white, a pink, a red and a yellow. 

 And hurrah ! we haven't a Jacqueminot which is a 

 good enough rose, but so ubiquitous it reminds me 

 of a rebuke my old negro mammy gave me on a visit 

 up north, when I directed her gaze skyward one 

 night. " Go 'long, chile ; I kin see dat ole moon at 

 home any time I wants to," she grumbled. 



If you know roses at all, and I said, " Guess which 

 hybrid tea I'll mention first," I wager you'd say, 

 " Killarney." 



Well, you're right. It's the Irish queen I'd be 

 pining for first of all. In bud it is perfection ; when 

 open, it " spreads and spreads till its heart lies 

 bare." Even each fallen petal is a poem a deep, 

 pink shallop with prow of gold. 



Bessie Brown is so dignified, pallid and austere 

 that she is known as Elizabeth in my garden. 



The Kaiserin Augusta Victoria has a Teutonic 

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