ingly ^ands side by side with mode^ White 

 Queen, who really isn't white at all, you know, 

 but a soft, cloudy, vague pink. She is particularly 

 lovely when inclining towards the Pride of Haar- 

 lem who is mauve and rose and blue, and Painted 

 Lady so finely tinted with lavender and cream, and 

 then next is simple Suzon, a salmony rose. Then 

 we have pale violet Ewbank with golden Ellen 

 Willmott bringing down to us certain tints of the 

 sky, tints we have seen, never to be forgotten. 

 Kate Greenaway shyly brings her great lilac-rose 

 blooms to those of the suffused lavender-violet 

 Dream, with Loveliness close by, so rosily near 

 the rifts of Moonlight's bright yellow — no, not 

 silvery at all, as is usually expected of Moon- 

 light. That is, at lea^t I expecft it. 

 ^ Antoon Roozen is peach-pink, and Philippe de 

 Commines, so velvety purple, ^ands cavalier to 

 Queen Rose, and mauve and white May Queen 

 and the very tall flesh-pink William Copeland, 

 softly clouded with mauve, ^and proudly beside 

 Clara Butt whom the Royal Horticultural 

 Society has honored by saying of her, that "There 

 is no finer example of pink Darwin." Nauticas, 

 purple rose, and Psyche, a Grange silvery rose who 



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