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A BOOK ABOUT ROSES 



weeds, and to enjoy our second harvest of Roses. It 

 IS but the gleaning of the grapes, the echo of the 

 chorus, the after-glow of the sun ; but our happiness 

 among the autumnal Roses is, I think, more intense 

 than ever. We can appreciate them more calmly 

 than when our eyes were dazzled by their over- 

 powering splendour, our attention distracted by their 

 infinite number, and our nervous system excited by 

 the shows. And we cling to them more fondly — so 

 soon to leave us ! 



To leave our gardens, but not our hearts. When, 

 at the end of this month, the chill evenings come, and 

 curtains are drawn and bright fires glow, who is so 

 happy as the Rose-grower, with the new catalogues 

 before him ? The likeness so faithfully painted from 

 the life presents to him the original in all her grace 

 and beauty ; and over his glass of Larose, if he has 

 one by him, he utters the loyal desire of his heart 



'Floreat Regina Florum!' 



