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Roses of Yesterday 
A thing of beauty 1s a joy forever; 
Its loveliness increases, 1t will never 
Pass into nothingness.—KEATs. 
“Enter then the Rose-garden when the first sunshine sparkles 
in the dew, and enjoy with thankful happiness one of the love- 
liest 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, Vermilion 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 fore- 
finger of an alderman,’ and Roses five inches across; Roses in clus- 
ters, and Roses blooming singly; Roses in bud, in their glory, de- 
cline and fall. 
And yet all these glowing tints not only combine, but educe 
and enhance each the other’s beauty! All these variations of in- 
dividual form and general outline blend with a mutual grace. 
And over all this perfect unity, what a freshness, fragrance, 
purity, splendour!”’ 
liye. rly fale 
