3&iir %Xost. 77 
Eed Hose. ...Beauty and Love. 
According to ancient fable, the red colour of th8 
Rose may be traced to Venus, whose delicate foot, when 
she was hastening to the relief of her beloved Adonis, 
was pierced by a thorn that drew blood, 
Which on the White Rose being shed, 
Made it for ever after red. 
, Herrick. 
Miller, the “basket-maker” and poet, gives the fol¬ 
lowing beautiful account of the origin of the Red 
Rose:— 
It was drawing toward the decline of a beautiful 
summer day, when the red, round sun was bending 
down a deep, blue, unclouded sky, to where a vast 
range of mountains stretched, summit upon summit, 
and in the far distance again rose, pile upon pile, until 
high over all towered .the god-haunted height of cloud- 
capt Olympus, rising with its rounded shoulder, like 
another world, on the uttermost rim of the horizon. 
At the foot of this immense world of untrodden moun¬ 
tains, opened out a wide, immeasurable forest, stretch¬ 
ing far away, league upon league, with its unexplored 
ocean of trees, which were bounded somewhere by 
another range of unknown mountains, that again 
overlooked a vast, silent, and unpeopled world. On 
the edge of this pathless desert of trees, and nearest 
