66 THE ROSE BOOK 



Ulrich Brunner, La France, General Jacqueminot, 

 Madame Isaac Pereire, Rosslyn, Mrs. John Laing, Diake 

 of Edinburgh, Senateur Vaisse, Margaret Dickson, Grace 

 Darling, and, if you would be up-to-date, such as Hugh 

 Dickson, Mrs. Stewart Clark, Conrad Meyer, Nova 

 Zembla (and all the other good company of rugosas), 

 Madame Laurette Messimy, Grand Due Adolphe de 

 Luxembourg, Caroline Testout, Madame Abel Chatenay, 

 Frau Karl Druschki. With such as these you may 

 pick big posies in high summer and still leave plenty 

 for the garden show, and gather quite good vasefuls 

 almost any time you wish until the fogs and frosts put 

 an end to aU good things in the world of flowers. And 

 why should space be denied to the lovely old pink Moss 

 or the dainty Maiden's Blush ? The fact that they are 

 cuUed from an old-world border will charge the roses 

 with an added sweetness, and revive memories that 

 still lie garnered in the "storehouse of the mind": 



■' For then sweet dreams of other days arise. 

 And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee." 



And why not have, here and there, towards the back 

 and sometimes towards the front of the border, to break 

 the monotony of outline, tall piUar roses in varieties of 

 entrancing and even gorgeous colours. All the old 

 favourites, the ubiquitous Crimson Rambler and Dorothy 

 Perkins, as well as others of less obvious, though none 

 the less real charm. Climbing roses grown in this way 

 •are altogether delightful, and I hope I have shown that 

 the beginner, if he chanced to begin with roses in an 



