Roses And Their Enemies

Hardly have their soft, criiuson-tufted buda unrolled than the ravage bogins. You bend lovingly over your pet " (jiant of Bautes " or " General Jacquo Moneau," and start aghast. Why are tho leaves twisted thus strangcly over the coming buds, and cemented together as by a wiry gluo ? The experieneod know well tho eauae, and applying a finger and thunib ftrtistioftlly, give a pinch. Aha ! a black and green hcad wriggles into view. He is thero, " Thalaba tho Destróyer," that slug whom, in defianco of Mr. Warner, we pronounce tho " saddost" of the year. Talk of proniptitude - he is always bcforc time. Early bird must it be indood who picks up that worm ! Before human visión detects the delicate infolding bud, he has gorgod himself with tho essence of bloom, and the bud isan empty shell. Wo pinoh and pinch with stern determination, regardless of cold chills down our spines - and still the creeping croature defles u, and tho harvest of beauty is snatched from our grasp. Is there no reniody 't Yes. Liet others prato of tobáceo washes and whale-oil soap. Our spull is eouched in two words. They are-" White Hollebore. " This blessod dust - worth its weight in gold - may bo had at moderate prico at any cheinist's. Salute it. It is not the rose - but it comes near to being so, for it savps the rose. Dissolved in water (proportion, a halfpound to a half-barrel) and applied with a syringe, it coats each loaf with a faint gray sediment. Over this, while wet, a little dry powder should be dredged. The slug, taking, as is his wont, an early constitutional on top of the loares, absorbs this refreshing aliment, and is found at 9 P. M. swollen, black, and dead as Pharaoh. Very early risers may even enjoy the delight o applying tho dose directly to tho spine of the invader, and watching the effect ! A few days - and our heei is on the neck of tho enemy. And then, ah ! then how the fresh leaves laugh and twinkle ! how the cups of creani and fire and snow unfold, and with what watts of sweetness do they recompenso the hand that brought deliverance ! Conquerors and conquorod, wo bow before tho spoll of beauty, and inscribe upon our oriflarames - (" which, " as tho Bab Bailad remarks, " is pretty, though I don't know what it means ") the name of the herb which tempted fair Juliet to her death, but to our rescued favoritos has been a word of healing.