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WILD ROSES 



June 15, 1853. Here are many wild roses north- 

 east of Trillium Woods. We are liable to underrate 

 this flower on account of its commonness. Is it not 

 the queen of our flowers? How ample and high- 

 colored its petals, glancing half concealed from its 

 own green bowers ! There is a certain noble and deli- 

 cate civility about it, — not wildness. It is prop- 

 erly the type of the Rosacew, or flowers among others 

 of most wholesome fruits. It is at home in the garden, 

 as readily cultivated as apples. It is the pride of 

 June. In summing up its attractions I should men- 

 tion its rich color, size, and form, the rare beauty 

 of its bud, its fine fragrance, and the beauty of the 

 entire shrub, not to mention the almost innumer- 

 able varieties it runs into. I bring home the buds 

 ready to expand, put them in a pitcher of water, and 

 the next morning they open and fill my chamber with 

 fragrance. This, found in the wilderness, must have 

 reminded the Pilgrim of home. 



Journal, v, 256. 



