NOVEMBER. 
3S1 
their reach, and a great many perish. With such disadvantages, 
nothing but an inveterate love of the flower would enable one to 
attempt their growth, and in so doing I resort to plans which at first 
sight seem absurd, but which, at any rate, secure to me some bloom, 
and save my plants from utter extinction. I have running down each 
side of my centre walk a row of standards not more than 2^ feet high; 
these are treated in the ordinary way, and being tolerably hardy kinds 
weather the storm pretty well; in front of these, I have two rows of 
dwarf plants, and with them I adopt a somewhat peculiar mode of 
treatment,-—in fact, that which is recommended in exposed districts for 
Tea Roses. I take them all up in the autumn, and pot them, whether 
they be Hybrid Perpetuals or Bourbons ; the stuff into which they are 
put is tolerably good, with a liberal admixture of road grit, in which 
they put forth fresh roots well; they are then put into a pit, or (as I 
intend to try this winter) a straw frame, and secured from very violent 
weather and severe frost. In the spring they are taken out, some of 
the stuff shaken off, repotted into somewhat larger pots, cut down, and 
encouraged to grow, still being kept in shelter. As they push for 
bloom a few are brought into the greenhouse to expand their 
beauties. After they have bloomed, and when our sirocco is over, they 
are then turned out into the border ; here they soon begin to grow again, 
and from these I generally have a much better second bloom than from 
those which have remained out all the year. Of course, I do not get 
very large plants, and (perhaps on the principle of the fox who lost his 
tail), I do not want them, for there would be no room for them in my 
small plot. I may thus perhaps have five dozen Roses in pots in the 
earlier part of the season, entailing of course a good deal of trouble, but 
compensating me, I think, by the certaipty of bloom. A very round¬ 
about way perhaps some of your readers will think ; all I can say is, if 
they wish to try their hand at growing Roses in such an aspect as 
ours they must try some such plan, and I am not quite sure whether 
even in more favoured localities it would not be desirable to grow a few 
thus. 
II. And now So 9 is to Grow .—And here, alas! what perplexity, 
what various opinions, what contradictory statements 1 One grower 
sends in a list of the. best—another does the same; yet how opposite. 
Look at the catalogues, too; what different estimates the growers form 
of the various kinds. How elaborately new sorts are puffed oft in 
1854 to be dropped out of the list altogether in 1856. How 
disappointing to pay five shillings for a Rose on some grower’s recom¬ 
mendation, and then be obliged to confess that you have been “ done.” 
Whence arises this diversity ? is it want ot judgment; or does it arise 
from ignorance, or from dishonesty? No, I think not, but from the 
following causes:— 
1. tSome Roses answer in one locality hut not in another .—I 
will give an instance of this. In Mr. Rivers’ list. La Quintinie (Bourbon) 
is mentioned as very delicate, and I have no doubt he so finds it; this 
character has deterred many from purchasing it, knowing by experience 
what a scrubby thing a delicate Bourbon is ; but I saw it this year at 
Hollamby’s nursery, at Tunbridge Wells, as vigorous as any Bourbon 
