CHAPTER NINE 



BOEDER ROSES AND CLIMBERS 



"Whatso'er of beauty 

 Yearns and yet reposes, 

 Blush and bosom and sweet breath, 

 Took a shape in Roses." 



Leigh Hunt. 



ROSE growing is of the fine arts; an art to which 

 many societies owe their being; to which many 

 men devote their lives; about which books are 

 written and poets sing. So great a subject cannot be 

 covered in one short chapter of a book on general gar- 

 dening. 



Dean Hole, in his deeply appreciative, almost rever- 

 ential, "Book About Roses," starts his discourse with 

 these words: "He who would have beautiful Roses in 

 his garden, must have beautiful Roses in his heart. He 

 must love them well and always. To win, he must woo, 

 as Jacob wooed Laban's daughter, though drought and 

 frost consume. He must have not only the glowing ad- 

 miration, the enthusiasm, and the passion, but the 

 tenderness, the thoughtfulness, the reverence, the 

 watchfulness of love . . . the cavalier of the Rose 

 has semper fidelis upon his crest and shield." And the 



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