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higher up, in classic vases ; and round the pedestals 
on which the vases stood, were planted the pale 
clustering roses of the tropics. The Multiflora 
threw its festoons of flowers over a dark rock that 
stood on the highest terrace of the garden, and the 
Eglantine mingled hers with the early honeysuckles 
that grew over the arbor. The climbing Rose of 
the Lakes shot up to the top of the wall, and blended 
her crimson flowers with the yellow cups that hung 
from all the branches of the Tulip Tree. The White 
Rose of Bengal grew among the Nasturtiums, “ cress 
of the fountain.” The Elysian, with her hundred 
petals, the Blush and the Celestial, clustered to¬ 
gether in kindred thought. The Moss Rose and 
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the Rose of the World, remembered together their 
sunny France, and a thousand nameless varieties 
adorned the garden from terrace to lake. 
How could Mary ever listen to them all ? for all 
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