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Roses, Roses Eversrwhere 



The Most Beautiful Rose-Garden 



I have yet found in either America or Europe was near Paris. 

 Accompanied by Mrs. Pyle, we arrived at the Roseraie de 

 L'Hay early one day, and we lingered there till sunset, enchanted. 

 A permanent Rose-garden with thousands of varieties, including 

 Roses said to have originated in the 6th century B. C. Roses from 

 every continent, arranged and trained in all imaginable styles, from 

 borders of Baby Ramblers to giant Tree Roses, 15 feet high and 

 10 feet spread. Tunnels completely covered with cHmbing Roses, 

 forming outlooks through the garden, with here 

 a bit of statuary, there a fountain flashing 

 in the sunshine, with Roses, Roses every- 

 where, from the broad-petaled, deep 

 red Lion Climber to the splendid 

 M. Gravereaux, named in honor 

 of the owner of this magnifi- 

 cent garden. We strolled down 

 the long, box-bordered path- 

 ways, with familiar faces 

 among the Roses looking up 

 at us from beds at our feet, 

 and climbers looking straight 

 at us, and half-beckoning, 

 from either side as we 

 pass, until spellbound we 

 stood and gazed down the 

 long vista of color-covered 

 beds, back-bordered with 

 still other climbers in bloom. 

 And this is only one picture 



Note This Giant Tree Rose 



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