THE FLORIST. 
61 
THE ROSE-MAGGOT. 
Doubtless you have been 
troubled, like ourselves, with 
this destructive visitor, and 
have wondered whence he 
came, at the very moment 
we could best have spared 
his company, just as the 
buds of our favourite roses 
were rising from out their 
tender foliage. Well, let us 
take this drawing of Miss 
Drake’s in our hand, and 
see if we cannot discover our 
enemy where he lies hid, 
awaiting those warmer days 
which mature his growth, 
and provoke his appetite 
while they are fast develop¬ 
ing the food he loves. Shar¬ 
pen your knife to its keen¬ 
est edge, and put on your 
gloves, for your hand must 
go to the very heart of your 
rose-bush. Look, there is 
an old spur like the piece in 
N 0 ..I ; now, just cut off the 
top of it and see if there is 
not a small hole as in the 
piece No. 2. Yes, there it 
is; very small, but very dis¬ 
tinct. Now, cut it out and 
let us seek the enemy in his 
own quarters. Ah! you 
have not gone low enough; 
you have cut him in halves ; 
and rudely broken in upon his 
winter’s rest. Try another; 
—cut it close home to the 
shoulder—that’s well done; 
you have left none of his 
little perforation behind. Now, split the piece down lengthways, 
and there you have him. Look at his little gallery in the pith, and 
at himself. You don’t see him.^ Where’s your magnifying glass? 
You have not got one ? then you should have one; no gardener, 
amateur or professional, ought ever to be without one in his pocket. 
Let me recommend you to get one immediately; Smith and Co., in 
Coleman Street, London, will supply you well. But now take mine. 
