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“I sing of Spring, flower crowned, 
I sing the praises of the Rose.” 
“Enter then the Rose-garden when the first sunshine 
sparkles in the dew, and enjoy with thankful happiness one 
of the loveliest scenes of earth. 
What a diversity, and yet what a harmony of colour! 
There are White Roses, Striped Roses, Pink Roses, Rose 
Roses, Carmine Roses, Crimson Roses, Scarlet Roses, Ver- 
milion Roses, Maroon Roses, Purple Roses, Roses almost 
Black, and Roses of a glowing Gold! 
What a diversity, and yet what a harmony of outline! 
Dwarf Roses and Climbing Roses, Roses closely carpeting 
the ground, Roses that droop in snowy foam like fountains, 
and Roses that stretch out their branches upwards as 
though they would kiss the sun; Roses ‘in shape no bigger 
than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman,’ and 
Roses five inches across; Roses in clusters, and Roses bloom- 
ing singly; Roses in bud, in their glory, decline and fall. 
And yet all these glowing tints not only combine, but 
educe and enhance each the other’s beauty! All these varia- 
tions of individual form and general outline blend with a 
mutual grace. 
And over all this perfect unity, what a freshness, frag- 
rance, purity, splendour!” —Dean Hote, 1865 

