ROSES. 73 



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: 



" 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," 



Then said the Rose with deepening glow, 

 " On me another grace bestow." 

 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 rnossthe 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 

 will not, therefore, touch upon this subject. 

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