A letter received by one of the officers of the Garden Club of 
America from Miss Gertrude Jekyll, "Munstead Wood," Surrey, 
England, speaks of the great pleasure she has had in visits to her 
garden from Americans; but she also speaks with regret of the neces- 
sity laid upon her by advancing years of henceforth refusing admission 
to visitors, and begs that persons may not be sent to her with intro- 
ductions. 
Ebe TKHalsb IRoec (Barrens 
MRS. HERMON B. BUTLER, Garden Club of Illinois 
At Wood's Hole, Mass., on the very southernmost tip end of 
Cape Cod, are the rose gardens of Mr. M. H. Walsh, the well-known 
grower. This lovely spot is well worth a summer day's journey over 
the fine roads which lead down either side of the Cape and come 
together at Wood's Hole. The gardens, approached by a shaded 
path leading from the main road, are protected from the bleak north 
blasts by a windbreak of splendid trees, while the soft sea air on both 
sides, the almost constant sunshine of that peculiarly even climate, and 
the gentle southerly slope of the land, affording perfect drainage, com- 
bine to produce an ideal condition. 
The first glimpse quite takes one's breath away — such a fairy 
land of roses — acres of them stretching out before one's eyes, breathing 
a perfectly intoxicating fragrance. The borders are outlined by tall 
standard roses, and the long pergolas covered with most superb varieties 
of the Wichuriana. At the time of our visit, August 25th, there were 
few blooms of these last to be seen, except on specimen bushes which 
were growing in tubs in preparation for the Horticultural Exhibit to 
be given in New York in March. 
Mr. Walsh, the grower, is full of interest and enthusiasm for his 
profession, and seeing we were really interested and not curiosity 
seekers, he gave us much helpful information about the care and cul- 
ture of the plants, especially suggesting such as would be hardy in 
this or that climate. We were particularly impressed with the dif- 
ference in blooms between the Hybrid Perpetuals (Remontant) and 
the Hybrid Tea-roses, the former, as is well known, making a glorious 
showing for two or three weeks in June, or about July 1 st, but "per- 
petuals" in name only as they give practically no bloom later, while 
on that late date in August the Hybrid Teas spread before our eyes 
an exquisite mass of color and fragrance, blooming luxuriantly, with 
buds giving promise of beauty for weeks to come. 
Where all was so lovely it was hard to choose, but perhaps the 
varieties we thought most perfect were a wonderful pink called "Mary, 
Countess of Ilchester" ; our old friend, Mrs. Aaron Ward, with her 
