POSITION 6i 



D'Aguesseau Gallica, as a man remembers the first 

 love-smile of his heart's queen), and gradually in- 

 creased to my maximum of 5000 (maximum, do I 

 say ? trop n'est pas assez ; and if I had Nottingham- 

 shire full of Roses, I should desire Derbyshire for a 

 budding ground), I can identify myself with Rose- 

 growers of all denominations, and with Rose-gardens 

 of every shape and size. 



And the directions which I have offered apply 

 equally to the small as to the larger Rosary — expose 

 to the morning's sunshine, protect from cutting wind. 

 Give the best place in your garden to the flower 

 which deserves it most. In the smallest plot, you 

 may make, if you do not find, such a site as I have 

 described. You will make it, if you are in earnest. 

 I have seen old boards, old staves (reminding one of 

 the time when the Bordeaux casks made fences 

 commonly in English gardens), old sacking, torn 

 old tarpaulins — yes, once an old black serge petti- 

 coat — set up by the poor to protect the Rose ; and 

 there I have ever seen her smiling upon Love, 

 however mean its offering, and rewarding its un- 

 tiring service. 



For the flirt, for the faint-hearted, for the coxcomb, 

 who thinks that upon his first sentimental sigh she 

 will rush into his arms and weep, she has nothing 

 but sublime disdain. 



