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double, and of so pure a white ; and then, again, how large and beautiful 
was General Castellane, which for two or three seasons had been in 
rather a delicate state of health. But of all the Roses which seemed to 
be in the full enjoyment of existence during the hot weather in June, 
I saw none equal to Colonel de Rougemont (poor Baronne Prevost, thy 
career is over) ; how charming was its colour, how large its flowers, and 
how nicely were they cupped ; I thought at the time that I had never 
beheld any Roses so grand and beautiful. Madame Domage, like 
the Baronne, was totally eclipsed; it must be recollected that Madame 
and the Colonel are both descendants of the once highly esteemed 
Baronne Prevost. 
Louise Peyronney was also, if possible, more charming than ever; 
Duchesse de Cambaceres seemed to luxuriate in the hot sunshine. This 
Rose has such abundant foliage, and so much luxuriance, that in cool 
moist seasons she is not in full beauty. The French florists make her 
a Duchesse: I know not why she is only a Madame in some English 
catalogues. Among very large Roses Monsieur de Montigny seems likely 
to make a figure; there is nothing in its colour new, for it is merely 
of a very deep rose, but the size of its flowers is quite extraordinary; 
their shape is also very good. The two Roses of the season as regards 
perfection of form were Madame Vidot and Prince Leon ; how regularly 
were they cupped! how elegantly were their petals placed inside their 
cups! they were really “ intensely ” beautiful. 
The brilliant coloured Roses were very remarkable last summer; the 
crimson Roses were scarlet, and the scarlet vermilion. Emperor 
Napoleon never before was so brilliant, nor indeed so large and double; 
it shone like a comet, and made one walk up to see what Rose could be 
so attractive. Cardinal Patrizzi, Lord Raglan, Monsieur Ravel (this 
must not be confounded with Reveil), and Rebecca, were never before 
so brilliant in colour, for they often gave flowers of the brightest 
richest vermilion. The very dark Roses also had their day, for Deuil 
de Willermoz, Roi de Baviere, and Prince Noir, were so deep and rich 
in colour that one overlooked their deficiencies in form and fulness. 
The Tea-scented Roses seem to make but slow progress in novelty ; 
the new varieties lately sent out by the French florists have not gained 
any reputation, except perhaps Madame William, which I have not yet 
seen in perfection : Monsieur Eugene Verdin says it is the same as 
Elise Sauvage ; he may have received the latter with a new name, and 
it is well that this should be mentioned to prevent others being deceived. 
No Tea Rose has yet equalled Gloire de Dijon: its vigour and beauty 
are both most remarkable ; in the south of England, in rich soils, it will 
form a grand pillar Rose, having made shoots last summer upwards of 
ten feet in length. 
Noisette Roses have made a nice step or two in advance; Madame 
Schultze, with flowers of a pale sulphur, is a most vigorous grower, and 
where the climate is not too severe it will make a good pillar Rose ; 
Madame Massot is also a vigorous growing kind, giving very large 
clusters of delicate rose-tinted white flowers. No Noisette Rose has, 
however, excited so much attention as Isabella Gray, and but few 
Roses have been so disappointing, for during the fine warm weather in 
