MY ROSARIUM 
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rium. As the roses begin opening, I can watch 
them carefully and learn all the particular little 
points which make each one different from another. 
Some of them also may die, and then I shall have 
to find out the cause; others may grow too high, 
over-reaching their neighbours, and I shall thus 
learn where best to transplant them in the autumn. 
After studying and caring many years for them, 
I may become a Rosarian, or an authority on roses. 
Once Joseph heard of a great lady in England 
whose chief pride was that of being a Rosarian. 
Besides the monthly roses, I bought three 
crimson ramblers for Joseph, and two other climb- 
ers, which are called Wichuraianas. The ramblers 
he has planted by the wall dividing us from Nestly 
Heights; the Wichuraianas, on the contrary, have 
been set out by the moist corner of the triangle, 
where the ground rises in a little bank. These lat- 
ter bear small, sweetly-scented, white roses, and 
their foliage is vividly green and glossy. They 
will either climb over arches that Joseph may make 
some day, or run along on the ground. They be- 
gin to bloom after the crimson ramblers have faded. 
In buying the monthly roses for the base of the 
fan garden and the climbers for Joseph, I have 
spent nearly all of my twenty-five dollars. But 
there are nearly forty roses in the bed, large, strong 
plants. Miss Wiseman says there is no* economy 
in buying poor stock. I, at least, am content. As 
soon as the roses begin to bloom, they will give me 
