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to the perfect summer night ; here and there a glow- 

 worm shows its little lamp. June is here — June is 

 here ; thank God for lovely June ! 



And June is the time of Roses. I have great 

 delight in the best of the old garden Roses ; the Pro- 

 vence (Cabbage Rose), sweetest of all sweets, and the 

 Moss Rose, its crested variety ; the early Damask, and 

 its red and white striped kind ; the old, nearly single, 

 Reine Blanche. I do not know the origin of this 

 charming Rose, but by its appearance it shoiold be 

 related to the Damask. A good joaany years ago I 

 came upon it in a cottage garden in Sussex, and 

 thought I had found a white Damask. The white is 

 a creamy white, the outsides of the outer petals are 

 stained with red, first showing clearly in the bud. 

 The scent is delicate and delightful, with a faint 

 suspicion of Magnoha. A few years ago this pretty 

 old Rose found its way to one of the meetings of the 

 Royal Horticultural Society, where it gained much 

 praise. It was there that I recognised my old friend, 

 and learned its name. 



I am fond of the old Bosa alba, both single and 

 double, and its daughter, Maiden's Blush. How seldom 

 one sees these Roses except in cottage gardens ; but 

 what good taste it shows on the cottager's part, for 

 what Rose is so perfectly at home upon the modest 

 little wayside porch ? 



I have also learnt from cottage gardens how pretty 

 are some of the old Roses grown as standards. The 



