* Rosed all in lovely crimson are thy cheeks, Where beauties ever flourishing abide, And as to pass his fellow either seeks, Seem both to blush at one another's pride'

"The Red Rose is said to be indebted for its color to the blood which flowed from the thorn-wounded feet of Venus when running through the woods in despair for the loss of Adonis; as the White Rose is also said to have sprung from the tears which the goddess shed upon that occasion. Ample reasons these for dedicating them to her.

' White as the native Rose before the change, Which Venus1 blood did in her leaves impress/

Anacreon tells us that it was dyed with nectar by the gods when it was first formed; he speaks of it, too, as the flower of Bacchus:-

' With nectar drops, a ruby tide, The sweetly orient buds they dyed, And bade them bloom; the flowers divine Of him who sheds the teeming vine.'

Some say they were dyed with the blood of Cupid and

-" T is said, as Cupid danced among

The gods, he down the nectar flung; Which, on the White Rose being shed, Made it forever after red.'

But the general opinion is, that the Rose is indebted to Venus for its beautiful blushes.

"Perhaps the most beautiful season of the Rose is when partly blown; then too she still promises us a continuance of delight; but, when full-blown, she inspires us with the fear of losing her.

"Constance, expatiating on the beauty of her son, says:

Nature and fortune joined to make thee great; Of nature's gifts thou mayst with Lilies boast, And with the half-blown Rose.'

"The bed of Roses is not altogether a fiction. ' The Roses of the Sinan Nile, or garden of the Nile, attached to the Emperor of Morocco's palace, are unequalled; and mattresses are made of their leaves, for men of rank to recline upon.'

"The Eastern poets have united the Rose with the nightingale; the Venus of flowers with the Apollo of birds; the Rose is supposed to burst forth from its bud at the song of the nightingale.

"A festival is held in Persia, called the Feast of Roses, which lasts the whole time they are in bloom.

' And all is ecstasy, for now The valley holds its Feast of Roses; That joyous time when pleasures pour Profusely round, and in their shower Hearts open, like the season's Rose, - The flowret of a hundred leaves, Expanding while the dew-fall flows, And every leaf its balm receives !'

"'Persia.is the very land of Roses. - "On my first entering this bower of fairy land," says Sir Robert Kerr Porter, speaking of the garden of one of the royal palaces of Persia, "I was struck with the appearance of two Rose-trees, full fourteen feet high, laden with thousands of flowers, in every degree of expansion, and of a bloom and delicacy of scent that imbued the whole atmosphere with exquisite perfume. Indeed, I believe that in no country in the world does the Rose grow in such perfection as in Persia; in no country is it so cultivated and prized by the natives. Their gardens and courts are crowded by its plants, their rooms ornamented with vases filled with its gathered bunches, and every bath strewed with the fullblown flowers, plucked with the ever-replenished steins. * * * * But in this delicious garden of Negaaristan, the eye and the smell are not the only senses regaled by the presence of the Rose. The ear is enchanted by the wild and beautiful notes of multitudes of nightingales, whose warblings seem to increase in melody and softness with the unfolding of their favorite flowers. Here, indeed, the stranger is more powerfully reminded that he is in the genuine country of the nightingale and the Rose." - {Persia in Miniature, vol. iii.)

"Sir William Ouseley, accompanied his brother, the ambassador, on a visit to a man of high rank at Teheran; and though there was a great profusion of meat and fruit at this entertainment, 'it might,' he says, 'have been styled the Feast of Roses, for the floor of the great hall, or open-fronted talar, was spread in the middle, and in the recess, with Roses forming the figures of cypress-trees; Roses decorated all the candle-sticks, which were very numerous. The surface of the hawz, or reservoir of water, was completely covered with rose-leaves, which also were scattered on the principal walks leading to the mansion.'

"He says that the surface of this reservoir was so entirely covered with rose-leaves, that the water was visible only when stirred by the air, and that the servants, during the entertainment, were continually scattering fresh Roses both upon the waters and the floor of the hall.*

"We must not dismiss the subject of the Rose, without recalling to the minds of our readers those beautiful lines from Milton:-

- 'Eve separate he spies,

Veiled in a cloud of fragrance where she stood, Half spied, so thick the Roses blushing round About her glowed; oft stooping to support Each flower of tender stalk, whose head, though gay Carnation, purple, azure, or speck'd with gold, Hung drooping unsustained; them she upstays Gently with myrtle band, mindless the while Herself, though fairest unsupported flower, From her best prop so far, and storm so nigh.'

"In two different poems, where Venus is represented, she has a crown,of white and red flowers:-

'1 saw anone right her figure Nakid yfletyng in a se, And also on her hedde parde Her rosy garland white and redde.'

' Then father Anchises decked a capacious bowl with garlands, and filled it up with wine.' - (Davidson's Translation.}

* See Sir W. Ouseley's Travels in the East, vol. Hi., pp. 352 and 333.