1 3 o A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



call that a sin which only meant that there can 

 never be roses enough in the world? In fancy 

 we can conjure up the grassy alleys between 

 rose hedges along which are marshalled 

 those brave regiments, each in a uniform of 

 his own choosing, and bearing the proudest 

 names. Personally I do not care for the 

 names by which the roses are known to the 

 cognoscenti, or to the rosarian, but there is 

 something very touching in the association of 

 the name of man, or woman, or place, with a 

 blossom, and it is thought to be adding crown 

 to crown to call a rose for a queen. Long after 

 a warrior has fought his last battle the rose 

 which bears his name and title is an ever-living 

 medal of honour. Marechal Niel what did he 

 do ? I have not the faintest idea, but I shall 

 be long in forgetting an ancient crepe myrtle 

 leaning over a crumbling wall in a sleepy, tide- 

 water Virginia village, whose shining foliage 

 was half hidden by a pink mist of bloom, and 

 this, in turn, was forced to escape from under 

 a wealth of the pale gold roses which are called 

 by his name. I have seen no portrait of 

 General Jaquemenot, but there is a bush in 

 a still valley in Maryland that publishes his 



