The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1888-09-21
Ladies' Department.
Roses in Fiction.

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writer's of fiction, each of them hay
ing been given a fanciful origin,
cunningly woven into words to make
the delusion more natural. Accord
ing to this writer, the Bon Silene
sprang up from the cleft OF broken
statue to the ancient Bishop!Silenus,
after too conyivial tasting of wine
by later membeR of the came order.
AS none of the Fathers, who, by the
way, are made to appear as good
'botanists and horticulturists, had
ever seen such rose before, one of
them said: "Let it be called the rose
Of the good Slenus."
The Marshal Mel rooted from the
stem of one of a whole basket of
roses presented by French peasant
to the returning warrior, sick and
wounded, after his noted heroism in
Italy, when France aided Victor
Emanuel in driving out the Aus
TRANS. AS the story goes, the gen
eral, wondering why this particular
shoot should grow, found that it had
piece of the original root attached.
Scarcely knowing why, Neil de-
termined to keep the shoot so
curiously preserved. Returning to
France, he placed it with a noted
foriculturist, and tie next Spring it
bore four of the lovliest pale lemon.
tinged roses the world had ever seen.
After having been awarded his baton
and the grand cross of the Legion of
Honor, he was invited to the recep.
ton of the then noted Empress
Eugene. Like true knight, he pre-.
sented the lady with one of these
wonderful roses, when she observed:
"And SO you have proved the truth
of what the old able used to say in
his dreadful tedious sermons at Pau
about casting the bread on the
watersl'' said the Empress (who, like
Queen Elizabeth of blessed memory,
'loyed fine MANI, to the handsom
est and most daring, as we'll as one
of the ablest of the marshals of the
Second Empire. "Dear me, but he
was tedious, that good abbe," con-
tinued Her Majesty, with the softest
look of retrospection in her lovely
dark eyes. "Now, Monsieur lie Mar.
eohal," said she, vivaciously, II shall
christen this rose for YOU"
"Do so,'' said the Franco. Irish
soldier, bowling very low, but flashing
at her a glance of profound admira-
ton so warm that it deepened her
color q little as they stood alone; for,
though the great saloon of the palace
was crowded, no one dared interrupt
a tete-a-tete, which she herself had
allowed, between the Empress and
the handsomest general of his day.
The origin Of the General Jaque-
minot is credited to an irate father,
who slew the lever of his daughter
with the rapier, upon which the
young lady died of despair. The
father also suffered for his rash anger.
There had been clump of Louis
Quinze roses, says the story, as told
in an exchange, growing by the bench
where the lovers were sitting when
the general found them. This rose is
beautifully shaped, and of pale-pink
color, deepening to almost red at it's
heart. These rose branches were red
with the youths blood, and the girls
father ordered them to be cut com
pletely away. The next spring green
shoots grew from the roots again,
and one day his old gardner said:
"Monsieur, will you come into the
garden? There is a miracle to be
SEEM
The general went. He had not
been near the spot since the day
when he saw the eyes he loved, once
SO soft and happy, look upon him
with awful horror-a look that would
haunt him forever more. Truly it
seemed miracle had been wrought.
One splendid stem had grown up,
and on it was bud, half.opened. 1t
was not pale pink, as the parent had
been, but of a splendid cardinal,
Velvety red-a royal rose, full of