THE ROSE GARDEN 



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Dorothy Perkins ; Papillon (pink and 

 white). But the perfect Rose garden is 

 not made with new Roses alone ; some 

 of the older sorts still hold their own. 

 Such, for instance, as Reine Olga, wliich 

 flaunts her giant crimson-scarlet petals in 

 queenly fashion above large, bright green 

 leaves ; Aimee Vibert, almost the oldest 

 and perhaps the best of the white-flowered 

 Climbing Roses ; \\'illiam AUen Richard- 

 son, still unsurpassed for intense orange 

 or apricot colouring ; Reine Marie 

 Henriette, commonly cahed the red Gloire 

 de Dijon, and Crimson Rambler, still un- 

 approached for rich and brilliant colour. 

 One more to name and I have done with 

 the Rambling Roses, the garden's fairest 

 flowers, the embodiment of grace and 

 live, luxuriant beauty. This one is some- 

 thing of an anomaly ; it was raised in 

 Switzerland, has a German name, Conrad 

 F. Meyer, and is really of Japanese 

 origin, for the thorny Japanese Briar is 

 one of its parents. It grows vigorously, 

 ten feet or more high, its shoots are armed 

 with strong, stout spines, and it bears 

 quite early in summer a burden of ex- 

 quisitely formed and fragrant rose-pink 



blooms that would captivate the heart 

 of the least impressionable, and win the 

 whole-souled admiration of the most 

 indifferent gardener. It is a Rose, that 

 more perhaps than any other of recent 

 introduction, has intensified the glamour 

 that hovers about the court of the queen 

 of flowers — in short, if I were Pagan, a 

 Rose that I would worship. 



Within the Rose garden Standard and 

 Bush or Dwarf Roses are of chief im- 

 portance. The Standard Rose has fallen 

 on evil days in the twentieth century, and 

 the reason is not far to seek. It failed to 

 march with the times. With a few 

 notable exceptions (one of which is shown 

 in the accompanying illustration) Roses 

 when grown as Standards became stunted, 

 bare of leaf and sparse of blossom. The 

 demand of the Rose lover of to-day is for 

 free-growing sorts that smother their 

 shoots in flowers, Roses that give pro- 

 digally in return for little expenditure. 

 Consequently the Rose grower looks ask- 

 ance at the old-fashioned Standard. But 

 its star is again shining ; it has taken a 

 new lease of life and, in a different form, 

 is regaining the affection it went near to 



A GARDEN OF PINK KOSKS. 



