The weather is wonderfully mild. I have a bunch of Tea-roses flowering in the room that were picked out of doors yesterday. Have seasons changed, or have the roses? I used to think Owen Meredith's allusion to the rose of October so true:
If Sorrow have taught me anything,
She hath taught me to weep for you; And if Falsehood have left me a tear to shed
For Truth, these tears are true.
If the one star left by the morning
Be dear to the dying night, If the late lone rose of October
Be sweetest to scent and sight,
If the last of the leaves in December
Be dear to the desolate tree, Remember, belov'd - 0 remember,
How dear is your beauty to me!