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and far between?” I am half inclined to think it now almost necessary; 
for “ fine, superb, perfect, rich, splendid, excellent, exquisite, pretty, 
magnificent, brilliant, first-rate, gorgeous, lovely, lively, immensely, 
intensely,”— vide our Rose catalogues—are terms all “ used up,” and 
some change is required. Rose cultivators must be more sober-minded, 
but alas! how easy it is to criticise, how difficult to suggest, for I am 
now about to give a passing notice of a few favourites, and shall most 
likely be compelled to use the above well-worn terms. 
Many new Hybrid Perpetual Roses were introduced last spring, and 
but few of them bloomed satisfactorily to the Rose critic ; it is, however, 
unjust to form an opinion of a new Rose, the original plant of which has 
been transplanted from the climate of the south of France—grafts from 
it forced early in spring, and then planted out in May; the parent and 
its offspring are all unacclimatised and unsettled, the sky and earth are 
unfamiliar to them, and so they are chary of their beauty. It is not 
till the second season that new Roses can be seen in their true character; 
the blooms from the budded plants and those from plants established 
one year will generally, but not always, show this. There are excep¬ 
tions, for I have known some Hybrid Perpetuals bloom indifferently for 
three or more years, and yet settle down as established favourites. 
Among our new Hybrid Perpetuals, Eveque de Nimes is likely to be 
beautiful and rather singular, fi r its petals rise in the centre something in 
the way of the old variety of Rosa gallica La Renoncule: its colour is crim¬ 
son ; Duke of Cambridge, a rose coloured variety, has not yet shown much 
beauty, but, like the Rose Thomas Rivers, it was raised and sent out 
by a good judge, and so we may entertain good hopes. Lord Palmerston, 
a nice bright carmine Rose ; and Madame Van Houtte, a delicate pink 
rose, are all from the same grower, and one to whom we owe much as 
the raiser of Jules Margottin, Triomphe de l’Exposition, Duchess of 
Norfolk, Gloire de France, Madame Place, General Bedeau, and many 
others. I was more often attracted by the brilliancy of Triomphe de 
l’Exposition during last summer and autumn than by any other Rose; 
the season seemed to suit it so well, for it made vigorous shoots of three 
or four feet in length, and these were always crowned with a cluster of 
its most beautiful flowers, really of a glowing crimson. At Orleans, in 
the summer of 1857, Madame Vigneron was in great beauty; its form 
was most regular, its cup perfect, and the outside of each petal had a 
sort of “ bloom ” on it, so that the flower was like an assemblage of 
delicate pink shells. I have not yet seen it bloom in perfection in 
England, but, then last summer was only its first year. 
Triomphe des Beaux Arts was ushered into the Rose world by its 
raiser with a great flourish of trumpets. “ C’est magnifique, Monsieur 
R. C’etait gagn§ de la Rose General Jacqueminot. C’est plus grand, 
plus double; ” and then he eyed the Rose’s eye, and the Rose’s eye 
eyed him, for it happened to be a very hot day, and the eye of the Rose 
was a leetle too open. It should be darker, larger, and more double 
than its parent, but another season is required to bring out its character 
here. 
How very beautiful some Roses were last season that have been a 
year or two in abeyance. I never before saw Dr. Henon so large, so 
