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various plants of no particular account, such as the 

 handsome common form of wahlenbergia, the mean 

 and useless vincetoxicum, tropaeolum tuberosum, the 

 Peruvian nasturtium, and some Wichuraiana roses 

 though why these have taken Wichuray's name 

 instead of the far pleasanter one of Luciae, after 

 Madame Lucie Savatier, I do not learn. They come 

 originally from Japan and China, and are very 

 beautiful, late-flowering toys for steps, pillar, or 

 pergola. 



But you will observe that I make no serious mention 

 of roses in this book. They are with us to the number 

 of a few hundred plants : hybrid perpetuals, teas, 

 hybrid teas, and climbers ; but, as I feel concern- 

 ing lilies before the work of Dr. Wallace or Miss 

 Jekyll, so, when roses are the matter, the august 

 names of Paul, Hole, and Foster-Melliar rise to the 

 mind. There is another sufficient reason why one 

 should be silent : I am not a rosarian in any real 

 sense, and have never so much as cut or budded a 

 stock. But I am inventing a scheme by which it 

 may be possible to get more than twenty-four hours 

 into the day. If this plan becomes perfected and 

 published to the world, then we shall all bud our 

 own roses, and may even find time to chronicle our 

 experiences. 



Speaking of the late Dean Hole, I am reminded 

 that in one of his fragrant volumes he has quoted 

 from an ancient jest-book put upon the world long 

 since by myself. The author, they tell me, was forgot 

 when the story came to be repeated ; and therefore 



