gardens before it came to Europe and to us! It carries the concept of the strength of a long civilization; something bred and cherished. Old Blush was celebrated in painting and the decorating of vases in China for no telling how many generations.
     Here we have again a beautiful combination of pink, shaded, freely formed blossoms and foliage tinted and freshly clean. So free is this rose in blooming that the day rarely comes when there is not a flower to cut and bring into the house so the joy of roses may not be lacking.
     Old Blush China is not quite so prolific, here on Long Island, in its clustering and producing at the end of every shoot as it is in Maryland, but it does not fail. That it can take the hard blows was proved this year. Last winter we had a terrific drop in temperature in mid-December before winter cover was on. The old bushes took fourteen below zero and suffered only slight die-back. Younger plants froze to the soil-level but this spring the frozen bushes raised their fresh stalks and bloomed their gay clusters as maidens. In this last week of September every bush has done its share and is still blooming.
Gruss an Teplitz, six bushes of it, has been on this place about twenty-five years, during which time it has had to take some tough bashes of temperature--one time when we had fifteen below for several days. Nothing daunted, the bushes took it and stayed with us.
     Gruss an Teplitz grows well as a free bush with no pruning but the removal of dead stalks. Here it reaches seven feet much of the time. Never has it failed to bloom its quota, spring to autumn, and, on some favorable occasions, we have had bunches of Gruss an Teplitz for the table on Thanksgiving Day. The rich glow of the scarlet-crimson double blooms, in clusters, suits so well the red-tinted foliage that the combination of roses and the leaves heartens one for the coming end of the rose season. Where so dependable faith can be placed in a good red rose, we can believe that another joyous summer of color and fragrance is promised us.
     In the past we have said much about the Old Blush Noisette, called Faded Pink Monthly in Maryland where we found it. It is far spread in that state and in Virginia and is faithful ever. But, the emphasis we would like to put down hard is that Old

Blush Noisette is as faithful here as it ever was in Maryland. Several bushes of this beloved rose have grown to five and six feet tall and spread almost as much. Last winter's quick drop in temperature were nothing to this Old Blush. It laughed at the sudden cold, never turned a twig, woke up to charming foliage in the spring and bloomed its big clusters of pale musk-scented flowers. This last week of September little roses are there, mingled with bright pink buds, daintily winged on the sepals, promising beauty for some time to come. There is a rose which was not born to fail or to die. How far north this Musk and China hybrid could go is a question but its reputation for being tender is to this extent a myth.
     For a hundred years rose people have been placing their faith in that sweet little darling among pink roses, the Hermosa. If one were obliged to choose one rose and only one to carry along one's rose-love, it would be hard to forego Hermosa, small in size compared to modern roses, deeply globular on opening, expanding to a saucer shape with perfect regularity of petal arrangement, Hermosa satisfies a desire for beauty, even though the package be small. This precious beauty done up in the small package is pardoned. There is so much of it; a steady flow of blooms; the many small beads which make the season's string of beads. We have known many rose-lovers whose gardens did not satisfy them unless there was somewhere, tucked in among the glamorous moderns, the modest, faithful Hermosa. With them we conform. We would not wish to be without it. It keeps garden morale up and forward-looking.
     Another rose which makes for confidence and faith in the power to give rose-lovers heart is the Tea rose, Duchesse de Brabant, one of the old cup-shaped Teas, a soft rosy pink, well-balanced rose of delicious scent and beautiful foliage. A bunch of roses is here on the typewriter table. Two fragrances mingle: the scent of the Duchesse and the scent of Gruss an Teplitz. Old bushes of the Duchesse de Brabant froze to the soil last December, only to rise courageously in the spring and give their clustering constant bloom just as they can be depended upon to do. How far north one would dare to carry the Duchesse is a question. The many years we have had it here are evidence enough that Long Island is not too far. For us it is another "must