"I took a slip
of the little white Scotch rose-bush his mother brought out from Scotland
long ago; Matthew always liked those roses the best - they were so small
and sweet on their thorny stems. It made me feel glad that I could plant
it by his grave - as if I were doing something that must please him in
taking it there to be near him. I hope he has roses like them in heaven.
Perhaps the souls of all those little white roses that he has loved so
many summers were all there to meet him".
See Rosa Spinosissima for further information.