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Journal  of  horticulture  and  cottage  gardener. 
May  14,  1896, 
Rose  Show  Fixtures  in  1896. 
June  17th  (Wednesday). — York.-j- 
„  18th  (Thursday). — Colchester  and  Isle  of  Wight  (Ryde). 
„  24th  (Wednesday). — Reading  (N.R.S.) 
„  25th  (Thursday). — Hereford. 
„  27th  (Saturday). — Canterbury  and  Windsor. 
,,  30th  (Tuesday). — Maidstone  and  Sutton. 
July  1st  (Wednesday). — Croydon,  Ealing,  Faruingbam,  and  Leather- 
head. 
„  2nd  (Thursday). — Bath,  Eltham,  and  Norwich. 
„  4th  (Saturday). — Crystal  Palace  (N.R.S.) 
„  7tn  (Tuesday). — Wolverhampton. f 
,,  8th  (Wednesday).— Canterbury  (Hospital  Fete),  Chelmsford, 
Hitchin,  Lee,*  Newcastle-on-Tyne,f  Redhill  (Reigate),  and 
Tunbridge  Wells. 
„  9th  (Thursday). — Helensburgh,  Woodbridge,  and  Worksop. 
„  15th  (Wednesday). — Ulverston  (N.R.S.) 
„  18th  (Saturday). — New  Brighton. 
,,  21st  ^Tuesday). — Tibshelf. 
„  30th  (Thursday). — Trentham. 
Aug.  5th  (Wednesday). — Chester*  and  Chesterfield. 
„  19th  (Wednesday). — Shrewsbury.* 
f  A  show  lasting  three  days.  *  A  show  lasting  two  days. 
Any  dates  not  appearing  in  the  present  list  I  shall  be  glad  to  publish 
in  the  next  one. — Edward  Mawley,  Roselanh,  Berhhamsted ,  Herts . 
George  Prince  Memorial  Prize  Fund. 
The  following  additional  subscriptions  have  been  received  : — Messrs. 
W.  &  H.  Burch,  £1  ;  Rev.  Geo.  Jeans,  5*. ;  Rev.  T.  N.  Flintoff,  £1  Is.  ; 
Mr.  Geo.  Mount,  10i.  6d.  ;  Dr.  Seaton,  10s. ;  Mr.  Geo.  Moules,  5s.  ; 
Captain  Christy,  £1  ;  Colonel  Pitt,  £2  2s.  ;  J.  H.  Arkwright,  Esq.,  £1  ; 
Conway  Jones,  Esq.,  10s.  ;  Messrs.  Harkness  &  Sons,  £1  Is.  ;  A.  Tate, 
Esq.,  £1  Is. ;  Messrs.  D.  &  W.  Croll,  £1  Is.  ;  F.  Dennison,  Esq.,  10s.  6d. ; 
Mrs.  D  and  as,  5s. 
Rose  Changing  from  Yellow  to  Scarlet. 
I  have  pleasure  in  forwarding  along  with  this  note  for  your 
inspection  a  Rose  bloom  which  I  have  to-day  cut  from  a  tree  that 
has  been  in  my  possession  for  the  last  three  years.  I  have,  however, 
unfortunately  forgotten  the  name  of  it.  The  colour,  you  will  notice, 
is  a  deep  scarlet,  but  for  the  past  two  seasons  the  blooms  have  been 
of  a  light  yellow  colour.  This  change  appears  very  remarkable  to 
me,  especially  after  mentioning  the  matter  to  amateur  friends  in  this 
district,  who  declare  that  so  far  as  their  experience  goes,  it  is  unique 
and  quite  unaccountable.  Will  you  be  so  good  as  to  explain  this  to 
me  through  your  valuable  columns?  at  the  same  time  please  add  to 
your  kindness  by  mentioning  the  name  of  the  variety. — F.  Built, 
Birmingham. 
[We  can  only  account  for  the  “  change  ”  on  the  supposition  that 
either  two  buds  were  inserted  in  the  stock,  or  that  the  yellow  variety 
was  budded  on  a  plant  of  the  red,  the  growth  from  which  has  now 
flowered.  The  variety  can  only  be  named  by  actual  comparison  with 
others,  though  some  local  Rose  specialist  might  suggest  a  name.  We 
have  never  seen  a  yellow  Rose  with  foliage  like  that  of  the  red  specimen 
in  question.  Perhaps  some  of  our  correspondents  may  have  something 
to  say  on  changes  in  Roses.] 
Rose  Thoughts, 
I  AM  rather  surprised  at  our  friend  “  A.  C.’s  ”  remark  relative  to 
Marechal  Niel  never  having  given  him  a  second  bloom,  and  as  to  per- 
petuality  being  ‘  an  impostor,”  He  adds,  with  his  usual  quaintness, 
“  Dare  1  say  it  ?  ”  I  grant  his,  the  Mardchal,  not  “  A.  C.’s,”  efforts,  that 
way  are  few  and  far  between  ;  but  in  my  experience  he  does  occasionally 
bloom  again.  Personally  I  have  never  been  very  happy  with  Perle  des 
Jardins,  rarely  getting  a  bloom  that  has  what  I  very  possibly  wrongly 
consider  the  most  material  point — good  form,  and  failing  in  this,  what 
is  colour  ?  This  time  last  year,  when  in  Madeira,  I  saw  Cloth  of  Gold 
in  perfection,  on  the  tree  that  excited  the  praise  of  our  friend,  Mr. 
A.  Hill  Gray  ;  there  it  was  allowed  to  ramble  at  its  own  sweet  will  over  a 
trellis  covering  a  walk,  and  the  glorious  blooms  hung  down  over  our 
heads  ;  but  then  what  is  the  stem  of  this  tree  ?  I  did  not  measure  it 
certainly,  but  it  appeared  as  large  as  my  arm,  and  I  do  not  think  I 
exaggerate  in  saying  it  was  at  least  9  inches  in  circumference. 
When  the  Rose  fever  first  attacked  me  it  was  a  severe  attack,  and 
has  never  been  cured.  I  was  living  at  Hinton  Charterhouse,  near  Bath. 
Almost  the  first  buds  on  which  I  tried  my  ’prentice  hand  was  Cloth  of 
Gold,  fired  by  the  old  treeBtbat  I  had  seen  in  one  or  two  gardens  in  that 
neighbourhood.  It  must  have  been  in  my  second  Rose  year  that  I  budded 
the  stock,  and  I  lived  there  twelve  years.  When  the  buds  grew  I 
planted  the  tree  against  the  front  of  the  house,  and  as  it  had  made 
splendid  growth  fondly  hoped  that  the  following  year  would  see  the 
auriferous  cloth  spread  over  the  house — well,  the  cloth  was  there 
certainly,  but  it  was  green  ;  but  say  what  you  like,  the  foliage  of  Cloth 
of  Gold  is  beautiful,  so  it  was  allowed  to  run  on  over  the  house,  year 
after  year.  I  looked  for  bloom,  and  looked  in  vain.  It  was  not  till  the 
year  before  I  left  that  my  patience  was  rewarded,  then  it  bloomed 
profusely. 
An  old  Rose  tree,  in  some  cases,  is  comparatively  useless.  Not  so, 
Cloth  of  Gold  ;  like  good  wine,  it  requires  age  ;  unlike  the  young  lady  to 
whom  an  elderly  gentleman  named  Page  made  an  offer  thus,  having 
found  her  glove,  which  she  had  dropped,  he  returned  it  with  these 
lines  : — 
“  If  from  glove  you  take  the  letter  G, 
Then  glove  is  love,  and  that  I  send  to  thee.” 
But  the  young  lady  was  equal  to  the  occasion  (when  are  they  not?) 
and  replied — 
“  If  from  page  you  take  the  letter  P, 
Then  page  is  age,  and  that  won’t  do  for  me.” 
But  age  will  do  for  everyone  who  wants  Cloth  of  Gold  in  its  glory. 
Mr.  Williamson  says  he  has  removed  his  to  a  more  favourable 
situation;  but,  query,  does  it  not  require  age  in  the  plants  and  age  in 
position  ?  I  think  it  does,  and  I  fear  he  may  yet  be  disappointed.  I 
have  heard  that  if  the  long  shoots  are  trained  in  a  serpentine  way  bloom 
is  hastened,  but  I  cannot  say  whether  this  is  true  or  not,  but  it  is  worth 
trying.  Beautiful  as  it  is,  I  agree  with  “  W.  R.  Raillem  ”  that  it  is  not 
equal  to  Mardchal  Niel  in  his  glory ,  one  main  reason  being  tbat  there  is 
not  the  same  amount  of  “  stuff  ”  in  it. 
Is  it  the  offspring  of  a  moth  that  does  the  mischief  to  our  budded 
standards,  of  which  “  W.  R.  Raillem  ”  complains  ?  If  the  bud  has  shot 
out,  and  the  leaves  then  get  matted  together,  yes,  I  think  that  may  be  ; 
neither  is  it  strange  that  in  their  flight,  being  mostly  small,  with  wings 
less  than  half  an  inch  long,  they  are  so  easily  missed,  for  almost  always 
on  settling  they  choose  the  under  part  of  the  leaf.  I  am  disposed  to 
think  tbat  the  trouble  begins  much  earlier  tbat  this,  that  very  often  the 
bud  is  destroyed  possibly  very  scod  after  insertion,  but  that  the  mischief 
is  not  noticeable.  Very  likely  I  am  wrong,  but  I  attribute  the  death  of 
many  inserted  buds  to  an  egg  laid  in  the  heart  of  the  bud  itself,  and 
then  perhaps  what  was  a  plump  bud  looks  like  a  small  extinct  volcano  ; 
side  shoots  may  yet  appear  having  escaped,  but  our  plump  bud  is  .a 
wreck.  I  hazard  the  opinion  that  this  is  due  to  one  of  the  weevil  tribe, 
their  name  is  legion,  and  mischief,  writ  large,  is  on  the  whole  tribe,  and 
there  are  hundreds  of  varieties.  A  very  frequent  visitor  to  our  Roses  is 
the  beautiful  little  green  one,  and  no  doubt  maDy  a  fair  worshipper  of 
the  Rose  has  admired  the  little  rascal,  and  allowed  it  to  escape.  Many 
of  them  when  taken  tuck  up  their  legs  and  sham  death  to  perfection. 
Every  beetle  with  a  long  snout  or  beak  is  of  the  weevil  tribe,  and  are 
no  friends  to  gardeners,  and  deserve  no  mercy  at  our  hands. — Y.  B.  A.  Z. 
ROSE  GROWING. 
(  Concluded  from  page  419.) 
Duplicates. — The  most  special  thing  to  guard  against  in  Rose 
showing  is  having  duplicates.  Having  two  Roses  of  the  same  kind  in  a 
box  is  fatal,  however  good  all  the  rest  may  be.  This  causes  a  difficulty 
in  judging,  as  some  few  Roses  are  extremely  alike.  It  is  even  possible 
that  thus  an  injustice  may  be  done.  At  South  Kensington  once  I  had 
obtained  a  first  prize,  the  judging  was  over,  the  prize  card  was  up,  and 
I  had  gone  away  quite  unsuspectingly.  When  I  came  back  I  found  the 
prize  given  to  the  second  box,  and  my  own  disqualified.  1  had  noticed 
my  neighbour  taking  a  deep  interest  in  my  Roses.  He  selected  one 
which  was  wroDgly  labelled,  and  declared  it  wa9  a  duplicate.  Some  of 
the  N.R.S.  Committee,  whom  he  got  together,  agreed  with  him,  and  the 
judges’  decision  was  overruled.  In  point  of  fact,  it  was  not  Earl  of 
Pembroke  as  I  had  mistakenly  labelled  it,  but  Marie  Rady,  which  some¬ 
times  is  almost  undistinguishable  from  Marie  Baumann,  a  bloom  of 
which  I  had  already  in  the  box.  The  case  was  considered  unsatisfactory, 
and  at  a  following  Committee  meeting  it  was  decided,  that  there  must 
be  no  such  going  behind  the  decision  of  the  judges  for  the  future. 
Fair  Play. — After  a  somewhat  lengthened  experience,  1  should  say 
that  no  contests  are  conducted  more  fairly  than  Rose  Bhows.  The 
judges  take  great  pains,  and  are  absolutely  impartial.  The  exhibitors, 
so  far  as  I  have  seen,  are  scrupulously  fair  to  one  another.  I  know  but 
one  instance  of  Roses  being  offered  to  a  man  to  show  as  his  own ;  and  in 
tbat  instance  they  were  refused.  Such  a  case  as  Dean  Hole  mentions  I 
never  came  across,  though  of  course  it  is  quite  possible.  I  will  quote  it 
as  he  gives  it  in  his  famous  Rose  book.  “I  remember,”  says  the  Dean, 
“some  years  ago,  just  as  we  bad  commenced  our  survey  as  judges  at  one 
of  the  provincial  shows,  an  exhibitor  appeared,  hot,  and  out  of  breath, 
and  ‘  begged  pardon,  but  he  had  left  a  knife  among  his  Roses.”  He 
had  a  magnificent  Rose  in  his  coat,  and,  ‘  from  information  I  had 
received,’  I  thought  it  my  duty  to  watch  his  movements  without 
appearing  to  do  so.  He  left  the  tent  with  a  much  smaller  Rose  in  bis 
buttonhole,  and  I  went  immediately  to  his  boxes.  There  was  the 
illustrious  stranger,  resplendent,  but  with  a  fatal  beauty.  The  cunning 
one  had  hoist  himself  with  his  own  petard,  for  he  had  forgotten 
another  bloom  of  the  same  Rose  already  in  his  twenty-four,  and  I  at 
once  wrote,  *  Disqualified  for  duplicates’  upon  his  exhibition  card.” 
Boses  in  Particular. — I  conclude  with  a  few  remarks  on  “  Roses  in 
Particular  ” — i.e.,  on  my  own  special  favourites,  and  those  which  I  recom¬ 
mend.  I  shall  follow,  in  my  remarks,  the  divisions  of  the  new  N.R. 
Society’s  catalogue.  It  begina  with  exhibition  Roses  ;  but  this  is  by  far 
too  wide  a  field  for  me  to  enter  on.  Mr.  Mawley ’•  excellent  Rose 
