" While spring with lavish flow'rets glows, From the gay wreath I pluck the rose".

The exquisite beauty and delicious fragrance of the Rose has earned for it the title of " Queen of Flowers," and encouraged its culture since time immemorial. The old Emperors of Rome soothed their slumbers by its odors, and strewed its leaves beneath the feet of their honored guests. Anacreon and Virgil wove its charms into their love ballads, and dedicated its origin to the gods. It was an ancient custom to bind a chaplet of its chaste buds on the fair brow of the bride at the altar, as an emblem of her innocence and devotion. Neither were its flowers forgotten in affection's offering at the slumbering place of the cherished dead. Who is there of the readers of the Horticulturist who does not mingle the Rose amongst the associations of youthful days. By common consent, no home or pleasure ground is complete without it. It is not even excluded from the natural flora of any of the earth's divisions. I have often stopped to admire its wild simplicity amidst the gorgeous splendor of the tropics, and brought home its yellow-eyed blossoms as souvenirs of the far West.

Within the last few years, the florist's skill has been well rewarded by many remarkable varieties. The flowers are more double and perfect; the shades of crimson deeper and more vivid; white is blended with orange, and the habit of the plant much more elegant To choose the best from the long lists offered, is no easy task, without attempting to disparage the old favorites. I shall only give a list of the best new sorts, and refer briefly to their proper culture.

The rose is "every body's" flower. The ease with which it is grown makes it so; for it will live, as thousands of starved, deformed, sickly plants, put in the out-of-the-way room around the old farm-houses - choked by grass and overrun by weeds, and cropped off by cattle, fully testify. Its beauty makes it a favorite. Eyes whose perceptions are dull in discovering the tasty proportions of form and likeness of color in other flowers, sparkle forth its praises, even when its most perfect developments are seen in the miserable specimens whose parent branches have drawn their sustenance from the same exhausted soil for half a century - dwarfed down to comparative insignificance, and starved into disease. "As beautiful as a rose," has been a common place expression from the time to which our memory gocth not back, and it has been uttered with a dignity of expression which fully indicates the force of the comparison it is meant to establish.

Its fragrance justly entitles it to commendation. When the gentle dews of evening drop their richness on its opening petals, it gives back to the stifled air odors rich in luxury and health. And the gentle breezes of morning waft its perfume to gladden and refresh all who inhale its pure and delicious sweets.

It has always been a wonder to us, as much as this plant is professedly admired, as numerous as its claims are, and as easy of cultivation as it is, that it has, by the mass of mankind, received no more attention. True, almost every country door-yard has a bush or two of some humble, unpretending variety, introduced perhaps by a female member of the family, who, on advice of " the lord of creation," a class far too apt to suppose that any embellishment to the homestead, beyond a plot of beans or a hill of potatoes, as frustrating the designs of Providence, or as coming directly in opposition to his own utilitarian views of things, has given it a location in a sterile and unfrequented corner, where, struggling with quack grass and pruned by ruminating animals, it struggles on in gloomy uncertainty betwixt life and death - doubting in spring whether its feeble energies can produce a bud or unfold it to a blossom. If it does gives stinted bloom, it is such a sad abortion, compared with what it would have produced under favorable circumstances, that it is no wonder that the parent shrub, if it lives at all, lives on umambitious of future beauties and future sweets.

Yet every one is loud in their praises of the rose - hailing its beauties with rapture from the first rich tints its opening bud discloses, inhaling its sweets with expanded lungs amid loud panegyrics to its worth, until the beautiful and perfect flower falls into decay.

A beautiful and perfect rose ! Will it be uncharitable to suppose that three-fourths of the population of our country have never seen so rare and fascinating a flower? If they have, it must have been at some floral exhibition, where they were so much occupied with the beautiful and wonder-exciting things around them, where they gazed in extatic astonishment on things in general, without going into detail of rare and beautiful objects in particular. It is certain the ill-formed, half-starved objects we have alluded to, cannot belong to this class, and it cannot be supposed that more than one in ten of the landholders in this country are in possession of any other.

Now, although there are a large number of varieties of the rose, and many of them approach some other variety of the species so closely that it requires the eye of a connoisseur to trace the difference; and though all may be so cultivated as to become perfect in their variety, yet there are varieties which, constitutionally, will admit of greater perfections than the rest, under similar circumstances. These, it should be the object of the cultivator to obtain. Although the first cost may be a trifle greater, they require no more ground and no more labor in cultivation than ordinary and inferior kinds, while one bush of the best will yield more satisfaction than half a dozen sickly, mean, almost good-for-nothing plants.

In its demands on cultivation, the rose is modest in proportion to the remunerative satisfaction it affords. It loves a deep loam; so if the soil is shallow, it should by all means be trenched. If straw or coarse manure is laid in the bottom of the trench, a benefit will be found from the continued lightness of soil it will afford, and by its drainage in taking off superflous water in heavy storms. The soil round the roots should be kept light and free from weeds. Like all plants and animals, it must have a sufficient territory to occupy, and healthy aliment. To afford a desirable supply of food, rotten manure should be forked into the soil around the roots to give an abundant and healthful wood for the next year's bloom. Mulching with leaves or coarse manure, after the ground is put in order for the season, is highly beneficial, as it preserves an equilibrium of cold and heat, dry and moisture, essential to the health of the plant.

Its greatest enemy of the insect tribe, that we know of, is the Slug, which fastens on the under side of the leaf, and feasts upon its juices, until it is reduced to a skeleton, dis figuring the plant. The best remedy we know of for its ravages, is found in keeping the the plant in good health, so as to insure a vigorous flow of nutritive sap and a firm growth of leaves and wood. With us it is has succeeded admirably, and we commend it to all whose bushes are affected with a troublesome and wasting enemy.

Yours truly, W. Bacon.

Elmtoood, September, 1852.