ROSERAIE DE L'HAY 



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And here we lingered till sunset 



petaled, deep red Lion climber to the splendid M. Graver- 

 eaux, named in honor of the owner of this magnificent 

 garden. We strolled down the long, box-bordered pathways, 

 with familiar faces among the roses looking up at us from beds 

 at our feet, and climbers looking straight at us, 

 and half-beckoning from either side, as we 

 passed, until, spellbound, we stood and 

 gazed down the long vista of color- 

 covered beds, back-bordered with 

 still other climbers in bloom. 

 And this is only one picture 

 out of hundreds of such! 

 What a love for the rose 

 must have helped to 

 fashion the quiet arbors 

 and festooned balustrades, 

 the archway entrances, 

 artistic screens, and dis- 

 appearing pathways, so 

 well planned that every 

 turn brought a fresh sur- 

 prise, each one more 

 entrancing than the 



Other ! The Temple of Love 



