Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1859-06-11
NJ | sc f L L A n Y.
JUNE.

"of all flowers,
Methinks n rose is best
1t Is the very emblem Of a maid
For when the west wind courts her gently
How modestly she blows and paints the sun
With her chaste bushes When the north wind comes
her
Rude and Impatient then, like chastity,
She locks her beauties In her bud again,
And leaves him to base hrars."-BEArNosr FLETCHER.
June roses. Who has not seen them, en-
joyed their fragrance, and praised God for the
most perfect of flowers In this month the rose
eliminates, end gives us its full-orbed spcndor,
the highest perfection of its kind. And how
while the queen of flowers is out in all her beau
ty greeting every body with smiles we wish to
say few words of cheer to those who have be-
gun rose culture, and of exhortaton TO the un-
tortunates, who have not vet welcomed the rose
TO their flower borders. Flower borders, Alas,
there are those in this goodly land, famed by
winds from the sweet SOUTH kissed by the sun
shine, and watered with abundant showers, who
have not n solitary rose bud upon their premises.
They are not poor in worldly goods or home
comforts. Many Of them are the lords of broad
acres, proud of their well filled barns and sleek
cattle, their tasseled corn fields, and their bloom
ing potato patchesi but they have never laid
out flower border or planted a seed or shrub
whose sole office in the earth is TO administer to
our esthetic wants. Poor unfortunate men, may
Heaven help them. They are more to be pitied
than the deaf and dumb. They do not half live
in whom the love of the beautiful is blotted
out, or what is the same thing, ia whom it has
never been cultivated. 1t is said of the savagcs
OF the Sandwich Islands, when they were first
visited by the missionaries that they manifested
no pleasure in beholdng the sublime and beau
tiful scenery of their native land Nothing
moved them to rapture, but the gross pleasures
of the plate, and the vicious indulgences of their
heather rites. 1t is possible for people to grow
up in Christian land, almost as insensible to
the grand and beautiful in Nature. They are
SO accustomed to the rough labor and drudgery
of the farm, are so indoctrirated in the utilita-
rian creed, that they only appreciate what is
good to eat and to drink, to wear and to sell.
So hopelessly set are they in these nations, that
they rather pride themselves upon this insensi-
bility, and glory in their shame. They admire
luxuriant meadow, but it is not for its verdure,
its blooming grasses, or its graceful motion
when the wind sweeps over it as over the waves
of the sea. They OF ly think of three tons of
hay to the acre. and fifteen dollars ton, clean
cash. They admire thorough bred horse, but
it is not for his glossy coat, his stately STEP his
fine form, or his speed upon the road. He is an
instrument of gambling, or an article of mer-
chandise, worth thousand dollars. They would
as soon be caught steeling sheep, as cultivating
a flower border, or putting up bouquet for
their wives or daughters.
Now we are not going to call names, and tell
Just where these people live. Suffice it to say,
that we have seen them, shaken hands with them,
and feel very sorry for them, as we do for all
who have malformations and need treatment.
We hope that the rising generation of farmers
will have fewer examples of this class, and it is
with this hope that we call the attention of our
readers, the younger potion of them especially,
to this very important subject.
While these beautiful JUNE days are upon us,
and the air is filed with fragrance, and the gar
dens are full of flowers and bird songs, it may
be epossible to convince some of the incorrigible
ones that flowers are worth cultivating. They
are not only charming for the gentler sex, but
appropriate for man. He is wanting in true
manhood who does not admire howers-who
looks with Indifference or contempt upon vio-
let or rose. 1t is not the chief end of man to
grow corn and potatoes, or to raise cotton and
bacon. Man was formed for repose as well as
for aotion-for contemplation as well as for
work-for communion with nature as well as
with his fellows. Time spent in Horticulture is
not lost to the best purposes of life. These fair
frail things are among the sweetest gifts of the
Creator, given us for the adornment of our
homes, to be loved and enjoyed, to give fitting
expression to sentiments and occasions for which
human language is too poor.
Fortunately, in this land, there is no lack of
flower worshippers. Even the ipsensibles, who
have never handled a rose, and affect to detest
its fragrance, as if il were skunk cabbage or
henbane, are quite likely surrounded with neigh
bors who are skilled in Horticulture. Let them
look over the way, and they will roses trained
to the sides of the house, to the trellis work
around the portico, to frames constructed for