232 THE ROLL OF THE SEASONS 



holding her own among her brilliant descendants and 

 collaterals. 



The hand of the hybridiser has already been laid 

 on the multiflora group. A cross with the Indian 

 rose has given us those perpetual-flowering dwarfs, 

 the polyantha, good for garden borders and for 

 exhibitions where the entire tree is invited. Etoile 

 d'Or and La Paquerette are worthy members of the 

 class, while Claire Jaquier is a notable undwarfed 

 hybrid, with its unusual Nankeen-yellow blossoms to 

 reward those who take good care of it. Lastly, there 

 is at Kew a large, clear crimson single rose, the 

 progeny of Wichuriana and that gallant hybrid 

 perpetual, General Jaqueminot. Shortly, no doubt, 

 we shall have ramblers as numerous as the teas and 

 the new cabbages. 



Still the most beautiful of our English roses, the 

 pink-white rose of Devonshire lanes, stands aloof 

 from this rush of new kinds that the others yield to 

 the insolent gardener. Still she flings her sprays 

 along the hedge and compels us to admit that there 

 is an untamable beauty of the wild above that of the 

 garden. One variety, the sweet-brier, has given us 

 the exquisite chromatic series that has made the 

 name of Lord Penzance famous in rose-gardens. 

 They are the very stuff for hedges to guard the 

 pampered beauties of the rose-garden's inner sanctuary 

 from too close comparison with the barbarian world 

 of the wild garden and the outer fields. And in 

 inner and inmost rings within the sweet-brier we can 

 plant our roses as far as they will go, down to the 

 creamiest, frailest, most artificial exasperations of 

 witchery that centuries of horticulture have given us. 



