ROSE. 177 



With that deep thrilling interest, where pleasure and pain 



Contend in the bosom and struggle for sway, 

 We muse on the emblem of loyalty vain, 



And sigh o'er its fall on Culloden's dark day : 

 Yet the cloud that o'ershadowed the dawning so bright, 



And obscured with its darkness the valley and heath, 

 With the beam of the meteor flashed radiance and li<dit, 



And illumed with its splendour the pale field of death, 

 And bright o'er the fallen its lustre arose, 

 And hallowed their sufferings, their valour and woes. 



Oh, still whilst our bosoms shall glow with the flame, 



Which heaven itself in its mercy inspired, 

 Shall awaken each thrill as it dwells on the fame 



Of the heroes so loyal, devoted, admired. 

 And still the loved emblems of loyalty true, 



Shall honoured and blest in our bosoms remain, 

 And whilst its white blossoms we pensively view, 



We behold no dishonour, or sully, or stain ; 

 And ages to come shall admiring disclose, 

 The virtues and fame of the pure snowy rose." 



New Monthly. 



Gerard tells us, that the double white rose 

 formerly grew wild in the hedges of Lanca- 

 shire, in great abundance, as briers. This 

 we presume was the white dog-rose, which 

 had become double by some accidental cir- 

 cumstance, and that the variety propagated 

 itself by suckers and layers, in a soil which 

 was suitable for that purpose. 



" The sweetest rose where all are roses." 



The most delightful rose of which the gar- 

 den boasts is the Provence or provins rose, 

 vol. ir. N 



