4 THE ROSE BOOK 



I not had the exquisite, the tantalising golden yellow 

 Madame Hector Leuilliot, thronging with good stout 

 growth a five-foot fence for now three years, with scarce 

 ever a sight of her incomparable beauty? 



It behoves the beginner to choose circumspectly 

 and with care and caution, or it is possible that his 

 garden may, in very truth, need the rose-coloured 

 spectacles of romance and hope to enable him to per- 

 sist in the pursuit of rose beauty, that is only tanta- 

 lising and elusive when sought misguidedly, though 

 easily attained when the pursuit is weU planned. 

 There is at least one class of roses that could scarcely 

 disappoint the veriest beginner, and to this attention 

 shall first be directed. 



