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Devoniensis, creamy white. 



Bougere, glossy bronze. 



Josephine Malton, beautiful shaded white. 



We thought to give NOISETTES the go-by ; but the saucy, ram- 

 pant little beauties climb up and thrust their clusters of bright blos- 

 soms into our face, and will be heard. So here they are 



HALF A DOZEN NOISETTES. 



Solfaterre, bright sulphur, large. 



Jaune Desprez, large bright fawn. 



Cloth of Gold, pure yellow, fine. 



Aimee Vibert, pure white, very free bloomer. 



Fellenberg, brilliant crimson. 



Joan of Arc, pure white. 



" Girdle of Venus ! does he call this a select list ?" exclaims 

 some leveller, who expected us to compress all rose perfections into 

 half a dozen sorts ; when here we find, on looking back, that we 

 have thirty, and even then, there is not a single moss rose, climbing 

 rose, Provence rose, damask rose, to say nothing of " musk roses," 

 " microphylla roses," and half a dozen other divisions that we boldly 

 shut our eyes upon ! Well, if the truth must come out, we confess 

 it boldly, that we are worshippers of the EVERBLOOMING roses. 

 Compared with them, beautiful as all other roses may be and are 

 (we can't deny it), they have little chance of favor with those that 

 we have named, which are a perpetual garland of sweetness. It is 

 the difference between a smile once a year, and a golden temper, al- 

 ways sweetness and sunshine. Why, the everblooming roses make 

 a garden of themselves ! Not a day without rich colors, delicious 

 perfume, luxuriant foliage. No, take the lists as they are too 

 small by half ; for we cannot cut a name out of them. 



And yet, there are a few othet roses that ought to be in the 

 smallest collection. That finest of all rose-gems, the Old Red Moss, 

 still at the head of all moss roses, and its curious cousin, the Crested 

 Moss, must have their place. Those fine hardy climbers, that in 

 northern gardens will grow in any exposure, and cover the highest 

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