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Devonieinsis, creamy white. 



Bougere, glossy bronze. 



Josephine Malton, beautiful shaded white. 



We thought to give Noisettes the go-by ; but the saucy, ram- 

 pant Uttle beauties climb up and thrust their clusters of bright blos- 

 soms into our face, and will be heard. So here they are : 



HALF A DOZEN NOISETTES. 



Solfaterre, bright sulphur, large. 



Jaune Desprez, large bright fawn. 



Cloth of Gold, pure yellow, fine. 



Aimee Vibert, _pMre white, very free bloomer. 



Fellenberg, brilliant crimson. 



Joan of Arc, pure white. 



" Girdle of Venus ! does he call this a select list ?" exclaims 

 some leveller, who expected us to compress all rose perfections into 

 half a dozen sorts ; when here we find, on looking back, that we 

 have thirty, and even then, there is not a single moss rose, climbing 

 rose, Provence rose, daihask rose, to say nothing of " musk roses," 

 " microphylla roses," and half a dozen other divisions that we boldly 

 shut our eyes upon ! Well, if the truth must come out, we confess 

 it boldly, that we are ■ worshippers of the evbrblooming roses. 

 Con^ared with them, beautiful as all otlier roses may be and are 

 (we can't deny it), they have little chance of favor with those that 

 we have named, which are a perpetual garland of sweetness. It is 

 the difference between a smile once a year, and a golden temper, al- 

 ways sweetness and sunshine. Why, the everblooming roses make 

 a garden of themselves ! Not a day without rich colors, delicious 

 perfume, luxuriant foliage. No, take the lists as they are — too 

 small by half ; for we cannot cut a name out of them. 



And yet, there are a few other roses that ought to be in the 

 ■smallest collection. That finest of all rose-gems, the Old Red Moss, 

 still at the head of all moss roses, and its curious cousin, the Crested " 

 Moss, must have their place. Those fine hardy climbers, that in 

 northern gardens will grow in any exposure, and cover the highest 

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