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^ What I said of Lady Alice Stanley I mu^ say 

 also of Ghislaine de Feligonde, she fades lovably. 

 You may think this an absurd ^atement, but, 

 Dear Gardeners, it is not, for I could not say that 

 Tausendschon faded lovably, because she does n't. 

 I cut away her faded flowers on an arch near radiant 

 Evangeline. They looked dreadful, and the com- 

 parison hurt, because I do admire Tausendschon, 

 just as I ^ill find in my heart an affection for the 

 Crimson Rambler. 



^ Ghislaine fades to a coppery, rosy-cream that 

 is lovely. Then, of course, her fate is that of all 

 roses, even the " lovable " ones. 

 ^ A yellow climbing rose that blooms on and on 

 during the Summer, one with the much desired 

 long buds and excellent foliage on extremely pro- 

 du(5tive canes, is indeed a rose to be grateful for. 

 And I am grateful and you will be, when you have 

 seen Ghislaine de Feligonde. 



^ In the long wall bed were three varieties of yellow 

 bush roses: Duchess of Wellington, Primrose, and 



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