264 A Rose in the Window. 



ance, much like Solfatere, differing in possessing greater depth of 

 color and more fragrance. It is a clear sulphur yellow. Lam- 

 arque, lemon yellow, a fine old sort with rambling branches. Fel- 

 lenberg, crimson, very pretty and distinct. Yicomtesse d'Avesne, 

 rose color, a prolific bloomer. Solfatere, sulphur yellow, a fine rose 

 We have omitted Chromontella, although a superior rose, it is not 

 satisfactory, being a shj^ bloomer. Hybrid perpetual, or remon- 

 tantes are occasionally grown in pots with happy results. This 

 class of roses thrive best when on their own roots, they require 

 very rich soil. Duchesse de Montpensir, a blush of exquisite 

 shape. Geant des Batailles, brilliant crimson, one of the best of 

 its class. La Eeine, a universal favorite, exceedingly large, opens 

 well, bright rose color. Paul Dupuy, crimson and violet, very de- 

 sirable. Leveson Gower, bright red, a profuse bloomer. Gene- 

 ral Badeau, carmine, fine shape. Lucie de Barante, very fragrant, 

 brilliant rose color. 



There's roses enough to satisfy the greediest lover of the thorny 

 beauties ; and the man who is so acidulated as not to relax some- 

 what of his acrimony in the presence of a rose tree, is not worthy 

 of a future paradise. One discovers in a day's rao^ble, many roses 

 occupying cottage windows enduring their imprisonment in a very 

 unhappy manner, if their jaundiced countenaces may be taken as 

 evidence. One day they are flooded with soap-suds, the next they 

 are fevered by intolerant drought ; the thermometer in the winter 

 season ranging in twentj'-four hours all the way from freezing 

 point to blood heat. And then on washing days, they get such a 

 steaming as quite prostrates the little vital energy remaining in 

 their enervated systems. The good housewife ruins the constitu- 

 tions of her rose plants, and is a perpetual lease of wonderment 

 because she does not get flowers once a month. 



Sometimes a little skeleton of a flower, looking much distressed, 

 takes a brief inspection of domestic matters, and then fades away, 

 withers, and is quietly gathered to the home of dead roses. A sick, 

 ly rose is a most pitiful picture of dejected vegetation ; per contra 

 a healthful, flaunting rose-bush, arouses all the gentle and kindly 

 emotions that adhere to our hardened natures. Eeference to our 

 frontispiece plates entitled, " a cultivated rose," and " a neglected 

 rose," will amply satisfy the most skeptical of the advantage 

 acquired by possessing the requisite knowledge for treating pot 

 roses. 



