THE ROSE OF MAY. 27 
a woman who, with her husband and child, we 
found, to our astonishment, inhabiting what had 
once been the scullery,—‘“‘ not a flower but fever- 
few and the rose of May, and you'll not think 
’ 
it worth getting.” She was mistaken; I was 
delighted to find this sweet and favourite rose 
in so ruinous a situation. 
Again, we found it in the gardens of Annesley 
Hall, that most poetical of old mansions; and 
the ancient housekeeper, at that time its sole 
inhabitant, pointed out this flower with a par- 
ticular emphasis. ‘ And here’s the rose of May,” 
said she, drawing out a slender spray from a 
tangle of jessamine that hung about the stone- 
work of the terrace; ‘a main pretty thing, 
though there’s little store set by it now-a-days !” 
