34 HORTICULTURE. 



walls or trellises with garlands of beauty, the Queen of the Prai- 

 ries and Baltimore Belle (or, for southern gardens, say Laure Da- 

 voust, and Greville, and Ruga Ayrshire] ; that finest and richest 

 of all yellow roses, the double Persian Yellow, and half a dozen of 

 the gems among the hybrid roses, such as Ck&ntdole, George the 

 Fourth, Village Maid, Great Western, Fulgeus, Blanchefleur ; we 

 should try, at least, to make room for these also. 



If we were to have but three roses, for our own personal gratifi- 

 cation, they would be 



Souvenir de Malmaison, 

 Old Red Moss, 

 Gen. Dubourg. 



The latter is a Bourbon rose, which, because it is an old variety, 

 and not very double, has gone out of fashion. We, however, shall 

 cultivate it as long as we enjoy the blessing of olfactory nerves ; for 

 it gives us, all the season, an abundance of flowers, with the most 

 perfect rose scent that we have ever yet found ; in fact, the true 

 attar of Rose. 



There are few secrets in the cultivation of the rose in this 

 climate. First of all, make the soil deep ; and, if the subsoil is not 

 quite dry, let it be well drained. Then remember, that what the 

 rose delights to grow in is loam and rotten manure. Enrich your 

 soil, therefore, with well-decomposed stable manure; and if it is 

 too sandy, mix fresh loam from an old pasture field ; if it is too 

 clayey, mix river or pit sand with it. The most perfect specific 

 stimulus that we have ever tried in the culture of the rose, is 

 what Mr. Rivers calls roasted turf, which is easily made by paring 

 sods from the lane sides, and half charring them. It acts like 

 magic upon the little spongioles of the rose ; making new buds and 

 fine fresh foliage start out very speedily, and then a succession of 

 superb and richly colored flowers. We commend it, especially, to 

 all those who cultivate roses in old gardens, where the soil is more 

 or less worn out. 



And now, like the Persians, with the hope that our fair read- 

 ers " may sleep upon roses, and the dew that falls may turn into 

 rose-water," we must end this rather prolix chapter upon roses. 



