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d' Amour — beautiful when smothered with double 

 pink bloom and even more so in hep time. 

 Maiden's Blush, the rose-coloured Boursault — 

 called Morleth, the common pink China rose, 

 Cramoisie Sup^rieur, the warmth-loving Fortune's 

 Yellow, and Madame Plantier — white as a snow- 

 drift when burdened with flowers in summer, and 

 charming as a standard or pillar rose. I hope the 

 day will never come when these old rose friends 

 are cast aside for novelties which may have few 

 of their virtues. 



One of the pleasantest features of the modern 

 garden is the free way in which the rose is planted. 

 Vivid are the recollections of sunny hours spent 

 in gardens in which the rose was the queen, and 

 one never tires of a flower that in its most modern 

 development will bloom from early summer until 

 the Christmas bells ring out in the winter wind. 

 This is truer of the South of England than of the 

 Midlands and North, but at the time of writing, 

 a few days before the great festival, a few flowers 

 still linger. I hope to fill a bowl with rose flowers 

 on Christmas Day, and not buds seared and hurt 

 in the winds and rains of December, but those 

 which will open as fresh and fair as any rose of 

 summer or autumn. My rose friend late in the 



