had come to this stricken land, and also to contemplate how suit- 



ably this rose had been named, owing to its refined almost white 

 blooms, a perfect reminder of the purity of our cause and also of 

 the stainless record of our fallen and living heroes. 



I fully concur in the remarks of "Blackthorn" that we should 

 have a glorious rose to bear the name of Marshal Foch — that great 

 military genius to whom we owe so much. And it should be a 

 variety likely to live, as Marechal Niel has lived for so many 

 years. 



In his case it would not be the same as in that of General 

 Jacqueminot, of whom the poetess writes: 



Who is there now knows aught of his story? 



What is left of him but a name, 



Of him who shared in Napoleon's glory 



And dreamed that his sword had won him his fame. 



Ah, the fate of a man is past discerning ; 



Little did Jacqueminot suppose 



At Austerlitz or at Moscow's burning 



That his fame would rest in the heart of a rose. 



— Walter Easlea. 



I AM INDEBTED FOR THE ABOVE TO A FRIEND IN PARIS, BUT REGRET NOT HAVING 

 BEEN INFORMED OF THE NAME OF THE PUBLICATION IN WHICH IT ORIGINALLY 

 APPEARED, SO THAT CREDIT COULD BE PROPERLY GIVEN. 



