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Old Time Gardens 
of Mrs. Mabel Osgood Wright, author of Flowers 
and Trees in their Haunts , I saw, this spring, a 
giant Madame Plantier which had over five thou- 
sand buds, and which could scarcely be equalled in 
beauty by any modern Roses. Its photograph gives 
scant idea of its size. 
What gratitude we have in spring to the Sweet- 
brier ! How early in the year, from sprouting 
branch and curling leaf, it begins to give forth its 
pure odor ! Gracious and lavish plant, beloved in 
scent by every one, you have no rival in the spring 
garden with its pale perfumes. The Sweetbrier and 
Shakespeare’s Musk Rose ( Rosa moschata ) are said 
to be the only Roses that at evening pour forth their 
perfume; the others are what Bacon called “fast of 
their odor.” 
O 
The June. Rose, called by many the Hedgehog 
Rose, was, I think, the first' Rose of summer. A 
sturdy plant, about three feet in height ; set thick 
with briers, it well deserved its folk name. The flow- 
ers opened into a saucer of richest carmine, as fra- 
grant as an American Beauty, and the little circles 
of crimson resembling the Rosa rugosa were seen 
in every front dooryard. 
In the Walpole garden from whence came to us 
our beloved Ambrosia, was an ample Box-edged 
flower bed which my mother and the great-aunt 
called The Rosery. One cousin, now living, recalls 
with distinctness its charms in 1830; for it was beauti- 
ful, though the vast riches of the Rose-world of 
China and Japan had not reached it. There grew 
in it, he remembers, Yellow Scotch Roses, Sweet- 
