engaged to a dinner-party, and to enliven my scenery, I bought a 
Rose. Only a common Rose, one from a hundred which a ragged girl 
was hawking in the streets—a Moss Rose-bud! But as I carried it in my 
coat, and gazed on it, and specially when, waking next morning, I 
saw it in my water-jug—saw it as I lay in my dingy bedroom, and 
heard the distant roar of Piccadilly instead of the thrush’s song—saw 
it, and thought of my own Roses—it seemed as though they had sent 
to me a messenger, whom they knew I loved, to bid me ‘come home.’ 
... And I arose, reflecting; and though I had taken my lodgings and 
arranged my plans for three more days in London, I went home that 
morning with the Rosebud in my coat, and wandering in my garden 
at eventide, armed with a cigar in case I met an aphis, I exulted in my 
liberation from smuts and smells, and in all the restful peace, and the 
fragrant beauty, which glowed around me.” 
We 
To save repetition, ALL Moss Roses, offered herein, are unequalled 
in any class, for their robust constitution and immunity to rose 
diseases. All are distinctively sweet-smelling. There is some variation 
in their habits, but generally, they tend to grow many canes from the 
base, which, if uncontrolled, reach almost climbing proportions. 
They will fill as much or little space as their owner desires, for a 
year’s growth of any rose may be removed by a few snips of the prun- 
ing shears. We have seen no conditions under which Moss roses will 
not bloom, and any retailer who tells you otherwise, is either ignorant, 
does not have any, or “lies in his teeth,” if you will pardon us a touch 
of vehemence. Moss roses, however, thrive on neglect, and too much 
food and water forces them into growth instead of bloom. Don’t 
coddle them. We believe it is wise to prune yearly, when dormant, to 
about half their attained size, thus keeping the bush symmetrical, and 
adding much to the size of the blooms. So—just plant them in good 
but untreated soil, give them a loving pat, and pass them by when 
feeding your hybrid teas, spraying, dusting, and fussing, for secretly 
they are laughing at their delicate, blue-blooded cousins who require 
so much more attention. 
SS 
“And the amateur, especially if a woman, hampered with tire- 
some petticoats, must have space in which to move, in order to 
pick off caterpillars, cut the flowers whether alive or dead, and 
see to all the various needs of the rose plants.” 
—RoseE G. KIncs.Ley, 1908 
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