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Rose is a jealous mistress, for not only will she have 

 the whole attention of her lover in the days of fulness 

 and beauty, but when her blooms are fled must she be 

 shielded from annoyance, fed and bathed, and in the 

 winter carefully protected. She will share her bed with 

 none, and indeed she likes well a whole garden to her- 

 self; she must not be exposed to rough winds, she must 

 be sheltered, but not shaded, and "no bough may darken, 

 no drip may saturate, no roots may rob the Rose." 

 And who that is able to give will grudge her all she de- 

 sires, for a Rose garden scrupulously cared for is a 

 joy of joys, and success with Roses more flattering 

 than with any other flower. But is there a sorrier 

 sight than a neglected Rose? She is no hand at mak- 

 ing the best of things: she must have all, or nothing; 

 and so worthy is she of the best that I am always 

 sorry to see Roses planted where the best may not be 

 theirs. 



All this may seem to relegate Roses to the gardens of 

 those with a staff of gardeners and a special Rose garden, 

 but it does not. Any enthusiast, high or low, may have 

 the Rose at her loveliest, if he take Dean Hole's words 

 as his creed, and studies and provides for the needs of 

 this fair flower; may have, I mean, those beautiful, long- 

 stemmed Roses, known as Teas, Hybrid Teas, and Hy- 

 brid Perpetuals, with whose photographs the catalogues 

 overflow, and about whose culture so many books have 

 been written that one might form a library of them 



