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are left out at night. Early in the morning the oil that floats 

 upon the surface is skimmed off, or sucked up with fine dry cotton 

 wool, put into Ijottles, and carefulh' sealed. 



The custom of rearing large plantations of Rose-trees still exists 

 in the East, and in Russia, as appears from the following extract 

 from Van Halen's account of his journey in that countr3\ * On the 

 following morning we left our place of bivouac, in the vicinity of 

 Kuba, with the rising sun, and proceeded through picturesque fields 

 covered with Rose-trees. The exquisite fragrance emitted by them 

 which the morning dew rendered more fresh and grateful, the varied 

 warbling of a multitude of bii^ls, who had theu^ nests in these 

 delightful bowers, and the sight of several cascades, whose playful 

 waters leaped from theii^ steep summits, produced on every sense an 

 indescribable feeling of delight. One of the nobles belonging to the 

 suite of Ashan Khan made me a present of a small flagon of oil ex- 

 tracted from these Roses, and this, when some months afterwards I 

 compared with the best Otto of Roses of Turkey, surpassed it in 

 fragrance and delicacy.' 



Forster says, * the Rose of Cashmere for its brilliancy and delicacy 

 of odour has long been proverbial m the East.' 



' Who has not heard of the vale of Cashmere, 

 With its Roses the sweetest that earth ever gave.' — Moore. 



Oriana, when confined a prisoner in a lofty tower, threw a wet 

 Rose to her lover to express her grief and love ; and in the floral 

 language of the East, presenting a Rosebud with thorns and leaves 

 is understood to express both fear and hope ; when returned reversed, 

 it signifies that you must not entertain either fear or hope. The 

 flower which Philostratus dedicated to Cupid is made to speak the 

 language of love. We are told that some persons pass through life 

 without feeling the arrows of the young god ; and we read of others 

 who could not endure the sight and smell of Roses. Mary de 

 Medicis, it is said, detested Roses even in paintings, and the Knight 

 of Guise fainted at the sight of a Rose. These strange aversions 

 are unnatural, and the objects deserve our pity. 



Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, sent a magnificent Rose-tree to 

 Rosnard, the French poet of the sixteenth century, which was 

 valued at two thousand crowns. Bayle relates an accident which 

 happened at the baptism of Rosnard. In those days it was customary 

 to bring large vases full of rose-water, and baskets of flovrers to 

 christenings ; and as the nurse was going to church with the infant 

 bard, she let her flowers fall, and in turning to recover them she 

 touched the attendant who carried the vase of rose-water, and spilt 



