Roses of OVesterday 
A thing of beauty is a joy forever; 
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness.—KEatTs 
"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, 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 forefinger of an alderman,’ and Roses five inches 
across; Roses in clusters, and Roses blooming 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 variations 
of individual form and general outline blend with a mutual 
grace. 
And over all this perfect unity, what a freshness, fragrance, 
purity, splendour!” 
, whi perl 
