September D, 1886. ] 
JOURNAL OF HORTICULTURE AND COTTAGE GARDENER. 
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The second design, which was the representation of Youth, consisted 
of a young gentleman and lady about the age of twenty years, just 
starting out for a walk on a fine summer’s evening ; the lady carrying 
on her left arm a beautiful basket of flowers, attired in a rich light dress 
with yellow sash, made of the finest light double Stocks and yellow 
Marigolds, a rich dark cape made of dark Sweet Williams, black hat 
trimmed with yellow, made of yellow Marigolds and a small black wild 
flower, and boots to match ; the young gentleman being attired in a rich 
crimson coat with yellow buttons, made of crimson Candytuft and yellow 
Marigolds, a scarlet vest made of Geraniums, white trousers made of 
double white Feverfew, red stockings made of double red Stocks, light 
tie, gold scarf pin, dark hat, gloves in right hand, and boots to match. 
The features of this couple were remarkably good, for although the young 
gentleman was offering his lady-love a beautiful white Rose, she was 
evidently in a deep study, as if some solemn qu stion had just been asked. 
On the top, in large white letters, surrounded by a beautiful border of red, 
was the word “ Couitship.” 
The third design, which was the representation of old age, consisted 
of an old gentleman and lady about the age of seventy years returning 
home by the footpath from a short afternoon walk enjoying the beauty of 
autumn. The old lady, who is getting tired and weary with the journey, 
approaches a stile. Here the old gentleman was seen handing her over 
with his right hand, having his walking stick in his left, and wearing a 
crimson coat of the old style with yellow buttons made of crimson Candy¬ 
tuft and yellow Marigolds, white breeches made of white Feverfew, 
yellow leggings made of Marigolds, dark hat, white cuffs, spectacles and 
boots to match. The old lady was attired in a bright red dress and pink 
cape both made of double Stocks, a yellow head dress made of Marigolds, 
and boots to match. On the top in large white letters surrounded by a 
beautiful border of orange Marigolds were the words “ Honour Old 
Age.” 
The fourth design, which was the representation of death, consisted of 
an angel ascending to Heaven with the departed, and was beautifully 
made of different colours of flowers, chiefly Feverfew, Pinks, Blue 
Buttons, &e. On the top in large white letters surrounded by a beautiful 
border of yellow annual Chrysanthemums were the words “ Rest at Last.” 
On the right hand of this design made in a twining manner of gold letters 
in a white ground were the words “ In the Hour of Death Deliver us.” 
Underneath and appropriate to the above designs were the four seasons of 
the year—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—in large white letters 
surrounded by a beautiful border of yellow Chrysanthemums. On the top 
of the pump was the English coat of arms all in flowers, with the words 
in red berries on a white ground “ Dieu et Mon Droit and in yellow 
letters on a white ground “ Peace and Plenty.” The remaining portion of 
the pump was beautifully decorated with Ferns, Heath, and a variety of 
drooping flowers such as Liliuns lancifolium and white Lilies arranged 
with good effect. In the centre of the basin was a water fountain in 
good working order. The floor of the structure was covered with green 
sods. Each spire on the front was decorated with the finest flowers 
obtainable worked in various forms of stars, See., including a cricket bat, 
ball, and stumps, and round the front of the arch, in large white letters, 
were the words, “ Thanks he to Him who giveth all.” On each side was 
a row of different coloured annual Chrysanthemums. 
Having given a brief description of the above,which is supposed to be the 
finest example of floral decorations ever seen in the county, I fear space will 
not permit to give every particular of the second, which is situated in the 
north of the village. The structure resembled the above, except that there 
was an open well in the centre instead of the pump. The chief designs were 
the coat of arms in large size, and the Prince of Wales’ Feathers, both very 
beautifully made in various colours of flowers. On the top of the former 
were the words, “ God save the Queen,” and on the top of the latter, 
“ God bless the Prince of Wales,” and round the front of the arch, “ How 
manifold are His works,” all being made in large white letters. The 
flowers used at this well were chiefly wild ones,which had a very pleasing 
appearance. The work was quite equal to the first, the front being 
remarkably good. Great praise is due to all who took part in both 
decorations, which were greatly admired by a large number of visitors 
who came from dilferent parts of the country. A large marquee was 
erected near to each, where dancing took place each evening. Those 
readers who reside in the neighbouring towns and villages, and are spared 
until the festival of 1887, the wmer would recommend them to pay a 
visit, where they would find every comfort and enjoyment, and return 
home thoroughly satisfied with their visit to Barlow Well-dressing.— 
Edward Margereson, Florist, Barlow, Chesterfield. 
OLD AND NEW ROSES. 
[A paper by Mr. Joseph H. Bourn, read before the Massachusetts Horticultural Society.] 
{Continued from page 212.) 
Born in the East, the Rose has been diffused, like the sunlight, ever 
all the world. Syria, according to some writers, took its name from Suri, 
a species of Rose indigenous to that country. From the Celtic word 
11 rhudd,” signifying red, we trace a resemblance in the names by which 
various nations distinguish this plant —Rhodon, Rosa, Rosier, Rosajo, 
Rosal, Rosiera, Rosenstotk, Classical writers, from Homer to Horace, 
extol the Rose above all other flowers ; and those who loved beauty most 
have been its greatest admirers. The Rose is “the honour and beauty 
of flowers,” says Anacreon ; and it is spoken if at the Persian ferst as 
“ The floweret of a hundred leaves, 
Expanding while the dew-fall flows, 
And every leaf its balm receives.” 
In the beginning of the ninth century Charlemagne manifested an 
appreciation of this particular flower, and later the hanging gardens in 
HLpania, under the Moorish dominion, were richly and heavily decorated 
in brilliant bud and bloom of Roses. How elegantly Cowper describes 
the expanding Rose, filled with the rain drops of the passing shower, as 
'■ weeping for the buds it had left with regret and Cowley sings of a 
Rose, surpassing those we have on earth, that the angels scattered from 
gilded baskets :— 
“ Some did the way with fall-grown Rosea spread, 
Their smell divine, and colour strangely red ; 
Not such as our dull gardens proudly wear, 
Whom weathers taint and winds’ rude kisses tear.” 
The Empress Josephine was passionately devoted to the Rose, and 
sought for every novelty which the nations of Europe possessed, in order 
to gratify her pleasures in the garden at Malmaison ; and it is said of her, 
that in all her greatness, a single Rose in her hair surpassed the jewelled 
diadem. In almost the last letter Mr. Longfellow penned, he spike of 
arranging some wonderful Newpoit flowers in his library under the lamps, 
“fancying myself back in the days of the troubadours playing at the 
floral games of Toulouse.” 
Memory bears us up the stream of time, when we are to believe the 
Roses in the famous gardens of the East were as pure and steadfast as 
now, relics of Eden’s bowers, “ sweet nurslings of the vernal skies, 
bathed in soft airs.” The same resistless beauty was doubtless manifest, 
flaunting in the shades of early morn; the same sunshine loved them 
then, because they were so fair ; the same closing and fading of the 
petals were descried under the dropping of the dews in the gloaming. 
The ages certainly have not detracted from the loveliness of beauty’s 
queen, nor has constant association made the Rose less alluring. The 
admirer of the Rose in summer time in this favoured locality can sit 
before his favourite flower in mute admiration, and find refreshment, rest, 
and peace in the parterre, as he surveys with delight his collection, whose 
brightness and sweetness bring tender memories, solaces, and hopes, while 
the reflections awakened by floricultural nomenclature afford new sources 
of enjoyment. He seems for a britf period to dream of other climes, in 
the companionship of distinguished friends and acquaintances, all attired 
in richett apparel. The counts and countesses, dukes and duchesses, 
princes and barons, lords and marquises, queens and empresses, sultans 
and presidents, cardinals and doctors, generals and captains, senators and 
reverends, ladies and knights, madames and mademoiselles, are a royal 
family, grand and graceful when expanded to fullest beauty “ of flowers 
purple, red, and white, like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,” amidst 
Rose buds blushing through their bowers of green, more lovely still the 
more concealed. 
“ There a noble crew 
Of lords and la lies stood on every side, 
Which, with their presence fair, the place much beautifled.” 
And so we talk, when the earth is clad in snow-white robes, “of the 
sweet season that bud and bloom forth brings.” Now our thoughts 
again revert to the delights of spring and summer, full of sunny days 
and Roses. They carry us also to the primitive home of our cherished 
flower, where the objects of admiration are never exhausted ; where the 
Syrian and Musk Rose, replete with dewy wine, cover the sacred ground. 
No frost there visits the grass. Emblems of life continually exist, and 
Roses glow in gem-hke tints, hanging in cataracts from the grey walls 
of the fortified village 0 , topped by a crown of foliage. Amid such Ecenes 
the traveller exclaims in wonder, “ Who can paint like nature! ” as 1 e 
views this shadowy curtain of gorgeous colours on mouldering stone-work 
when the sun goes down behind the amethyst-tinted hills. 
“ Soon we shall see the swelling buds, 
As one by one tlieir tender leaves unfold; 
As if they knew that warmer suns were near, 
Nor longer sought to hide from winter’s cold.” 
Transitory, almost ephemeral, is a Rose’s brief life of joy; hut i<s 
swee’est gift is pre erved in soft perfume as we drink the breath of the 
crushed, roral leaves, after they have fallen and withered. 
“ She did not care to see their glorious hues, 
Fearing the richer perfume she might lose.” 
“ Yet, though thou fade, 
From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise, 
And teach that virtue lives when beauty dies.” 
<f And yet may sweet things with us stay ; 
As in the garden Roses blow 
In white and red,—just as they lay 
In white and red so long ago.” 
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WORK F0A.THE WEEK,. O 
KITCHEN GARDEN. 
Late Vegetable Marrows.—A market grower was informing us 
(he other day that he was now selling his Marrows at 30s. a ton, and, as 
they were much overgrown, we thought the price exceedingly high, as old 
overgrown Marrows are never good, and all who wish to enjoy them in per- 
fe ction shou'd use them when they are quite small and tender. The recent 
