MY ROSARIUM 
Joseph has started a manure heap, not far from 
the seed-bed behind Aunt Amanda’s old chicken- 
house. It cannot be seen from any part of the 
triangle, although we have become such garden 
enthusiasts that its ugliness would be condoned, in 
view of the beauty and strength our flowers are 
likely to receive. 
The neighbours have said quite generally that 
it is too bad I could not have planted the hybrid 
perpetual and hardy roses that Mr. Hayden has 
given me in the late autumn, instead of in the mid- 
dle of April. Still they were moved and trans- 
planted with so much care that I am hoping they 
will know nothing about it. It was surprising so 
many agreed that the season was excellent for plant- 
ing monthly roses ; for, when one starts a garden in 
spring, it seems as if the greater number of things 
should have been attended to in the autumn. 
Those who have watched roses know that the 
so-called hybrid perpetual and hardy roses bloom 
with the great army of roses in June and July, send- 
ing out occasionally a few flowers in the autumn. 
The monthly or ever-blooming roses continue open- 
ing their flowers throughout the growing season, 
sometimes until overcome by frost. When plant- 
ing, it is best to keep these two classes separate, as 
in the late autumn the monthlies require much 
heavier winter covering than those which are hardy. 
Had I chosen roses exclusively from the cata- 
logues and from what I remember about them, I 
