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polished triple leaves. For a month we go daily 

 and many times a day to feast our eyes upon its 

 wondrous beauty, until, at length, each shell-like 

 petal has floated down, and we have to bid it a 

 sad farewell for a whole year. It is the anemone 

 rose, happily of hardier frame than the white R. 

 sinica, from which it springs. 



It is followed, in another part of the garden, 

 by Paul's Carmine Pillar rose, the brilliance of 

 whose fully open single flowers as it climbs over 

 its post, and withal their soft velvet texture, passes 

 words or pencil to depict. It should be visited in 

 the sunshine of an early summer morning to ex- 

 perience a delight which is ever fresh and new 

 while the flowers last, but, alas, they are all too 

 fleeting. 



The third is a white rose, also of marvellous 

 grace, which curtains a tall hedge with its long 

 wands of silver-washed foliage running up to a 

 height of some eighteen or twenty feet into the 

 oaks and hollies of its background, and hanging 

 out in July countless clusters of pure white flowers. 

 These, too, have their brightly shining knops of 

 fine-drawn gold, and the hedge in this dainty gar- 

 ment of roses is a very beautiful picture. 



Would that it might be possible to add some- 

 thing of the perpetual character to the perfect form 

 and colour of some of these single roses. But no, 

 most of them are too busy forming their seeds to 

 have time to waste on producing a second crop 

 of flowers. Perhaps it is just as well, or how would 

 new varieties be obtained? 



Rose fruits are in themselves often very decor- 



