THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE 37 



nies, red, crimson, and pink, might 

 pose as roses for Gargantua. 



Here are the roses, here and every- 

 where; they will almost leap into your 

 arms. Fill your basket, your hat, your 

 upturned gown, and still there will 

 be enough to strew the ground with 

 fragrance. They are not prim, set, 

 standard trees, pruned like parasols, 

 but honest bushes, hanging branch over 

 branch, with clean leaves and lavish 

 bloom. Ask General Jacqueminot for 

 half-closed buds, his flowers flatten too 

 soon in the open sun. Will you have 

 darker? Here are Dr. Dombrain, 

 Xavier Olibo, dressed in velvet, and 

 Prince Camille Rohan, in crimson- 

 black, and double to the heart. You 

 may have pink ones too. No rose is 

 half so much a rose as the great deep- 

 cupped pink. Here is Paul Neyron, 

 but he opens back too wide. Gloire 



