Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-06-02
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~ his own hands, and
among which he had
slipped a white card.
He broke of one Of the iong-stemmed beau
ties and stuck il in his button hole. repeat
ing 10 his friend. as he did so, those lines of
SCOTS:
The rose is fairest when it's budding new.
And hope is brightest when it dawns from
fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning
dew,
And love is loveliest when embaimed in
tears
And then he swung off up to the Capitol
TO drown sentiment in sordid discussion
or how 20 keep pound foolish" men from
cutting down the rose gardens of the gov
eminent. AS he passed through the TO-
tunda poor little half-scared woman. who
mad been let out of Office, caught him and
poured her tale of woe in his unwilling ears
Abstractedly ne pulled at the rose as she
talked. and finally dropped it in her lap.
she held its cool petals against her saIIow
eheek as he answered her, and hid her
tears with 1t when he told her gently as he
could That her case was hopeless. As she
hurried down the avenue. needless and des-
bonding, the rose dropped unheeded from
her nerveless hands. and almost before it
touched the pavement bit of a bootblack
bounced on it,
a I J q
Jist? Won't de kid open she's eyes wen 1
gives 1t to err
And before the sun went to sieep. the
beautiful rose lay on the bed of the little
sick girl, whose big hungry eyes had never
seen anything SO beautiful before. Close to
her heart she held IL. with hot feverish
hands. and as the sweet perfume of the
dying JacGueminot filled the dingy room, it
seemed as though the mission of one rose
had been fulfilled, at least
The Roses of Juue
How all the world does love June and her
roses! How many poets like Lowell have
jung
Wv hat Is so rare a day in June?
Lhen II ever come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in
And over it softly, her warm ear laws"
OF all the myths that hang about flowers
the rose has most. and they all breathe love
and tenderness. Pretty fancies only" the
strongminded mutter dersively, but life
would be barren thing II we were 10 striD
II of its fancies. An old writer has said
The grace Of childhood and the glory of
the flowers is about all that remains To- MS
or Eden The Orientals endowed flowers
with souls and invested them with Il thou-
sand mystic meanings. The Buddhfsts saw.
we are but the flowers put forth by the
plant OF life in successive incarna tions, dy-
ing only TO be born again. like the blossoms
OF the ever recurring spring."
IL Is little odd that all the legends of
the roses-except that about the white
one-cOnnect their birth with the death
OF some sweet creature loved by the gods
and adOred by men. The legend of the
whites rose says that, excepting the tree
or life. II was the first flower that ever
blossomed in the world. and its perfu1ned
breath was the first of all TO fan the fair
lace OF Eve as she and Adam walked
through the garden of Eden in the morning
OF the world, when God said: 1T is
good There are many myths of how the
ErCa -,
TO be the prettiest. II is sadder story
OF how the rose came to be red-for all
the roses were white till sin came. When
Eve went out Of the garden. crushed and
Inundated, the poo- little white rose was
touched by her erring feet and blushed
red with shame. Never since then have
the roses been all white. The Hindus
have legend Of the white rose which is
almost as sweet the story of Edcn's
first flower. They believe that the Lord
of the World" the God of life, discovered
his wife. Pagoda Sri. the mother of all
IN the heart or white rose. which came
up miraculously from a milk white sea-
The Turks say that the rose was born of
drop OF sweat from the brow of Ma
homet, The Olympian myth reincarnates
one OF FlOra's fairsst goddesseS, blessed
by Apollo bathed in nectar by Bacchus
and perfumed by Fertumus.
Roses In History.
There are so many roses craving admi-a-
ton that one can pay his money and
take his choice of over three thousand
varieties. The oldest of them all is the
blush rose, which struggles in neglect in
our kitchen gardens and about the de-
caying doorsteps OF tumble-down cabins.
1t Is the richest of all, too, in wealth of
perfume and certainly one of the fairest.
Tor It's color is just the tint of young
maids cheek when first touched by the
nps OF love 1t is the rose which Richard
ra1 -
defiance to the House of Lancaster when
the brawl which grew to a faction in the
temple garden sent a thousand souls to
death and deadly night" 1t was a dearly
priced rose in those days and figured often
In the tales that are told OF the intrfgues
OF the times. De ChasteIard dyed one of
these roses with his blood when for love
on the block
THE blush rose. All. tits the true lovers
Hover, he said, and it bore his message.
or unquenchable affection to Mary Of Scot
land after his death. How her tears must
have scalded the blushing flower when
sne remembered that her own hand had
signed the death warrant OF one OF her
most devoted servants and lovers. The old
sdrusnS about Washington are full of these
neglected roses In the yard OF the old
octasOn house there are a few scrubby
pusheS-the same. doubtless. from which
Adadan Dolly Madison called her nose
gays Tor her adOrers. pretty Dolly was
sweeter than any rose. il history be true
and as p.odiSal as her roses in the distri,
button OF her smiles
II was II Washington that one fair child
VI FloIa was born. tuherdfied and unin-
Nlted- but not UnwClcOme il took roof in :,
garden on Lafayette Square. and MIR
george Bancroft, who was the hOst Of mis-
unexpected guest, treated il with rendered.
care. IL grew tail and stately and IFS ,.t.t :
denfnS petals We're kissed by the SIM mt
the rarest roses that ever b.ossor,eI To-
beauty To wear Proud OF the bandsor1t,
flower, Mr.. Bancroft christeneI IL M
American Beauty and il has ever been am
honor 10 its godfather. Its sweet daughter
winch copies fair the mothers tyduisire
fragrance and delicious coloring. is kn0v-n
as the American Belle. and claims Chestnut
Hill. Philadelphia, the home of its ma
tivity. ~
"A long time ago Persian wrote:
Il sometimes think that never blow so red
The roses, as where some buried Caesar
bIed;
That every hyacinth the garden wears
Dropt in her lap from some once lovely
head.
And this reviving herb, whose tender green
Hedges the river lip on which we lean
All, lean upon II lightly for who knows
From what once lovely lip it springs un-
seem"
Great Rose of Florida.
There is a southern rose which seems
akin TO this legend. IN the western part of
jefferson county. Florida. grows and bios