beds, full of fine plants, buds and opening roses, all the plants splen- 

 didly healthy and free from mildew and black spot. The soil was 

 like powder, proving faithful and continuous cultivation and 

 mulching. 



One bed contained Jonkheer L. Mocks, planted rather closely, 

 which is proper with this rose, growing into a high, narrow form 

 and not wide or spready. The blooms were as perfect as any 

 produced from this rose when grown in a greenhouse. 



The canes, some of them were five feet tall, some taller. I 

 won't say how tall they really were, because I'm afraid you 

 wouldn't believe me. The foliage was without blight, and what a 

 great abundance of roses there were ! Jonkheer L. Mock is a mag- 

 nificnt rose, and when well grown is one of the best, if not the best. 

 Autumn variety for open gardens. 



Another bed was filled with Ophelias. They, too, were very 

 closely planted, not more than twelve or fourteen inches apart, and 

 had luxuriated in that bed three Summers. 



Precious Ophelia, how wonderful you are! You are a rose 

 not only for the Autumn, but for June, July and August as well, 

 and if the beds in which you grow are dressed with soot and bone 

 and a bit of lime every few weeks, your buds will be a saff rony gold 

 and your petal edges as rosy as the morn. Sweet Ophelia, your 

 perfume is as delicious as you are beautiful! You have brought 

 more charm into gardens everywhere than I could ever describe or 

 tell of. It is you, Ophelia, we give to the blind soldiers, oh, 

 you are the rose they press to their breasts and treasure until your 

 perfumed petals fall, when they gather you with groping hands to 

 place in the letter going home to Mother. 



Oh! Dear Gardeners, what would the world be without roses? 



The third bed in this garden contained Lady Pirries. 



URNING sun and drenching rains. 

 Humid days and sultry nights. 

 Garden blights they matter not 

 To beauteous Lady Pirrie. 



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