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THE LADIES' FLORAL CABINET. 
composed of chrome-yellow No. 1, and indigo, with a 
very slight admixture of Indian-red; for the darker 
shadows, a little gamboge will be required instead of 
the clu-ome-yellow. * 
The eschscholtzia is of the most brilliant yellow color. 
The study must be first washed over with chrome-yellow 
No. 1, leaving only the lights. The deeper yellow at the 
base of each petal must then be laid in with No. 3; and 
after the gray shadows are completed, with the same 
colors used for those of the Primrose, the whole must be 
washed oyer very lightly with a large soft brush, filled 
with gamboge of a moderate depth, but rather dry. 
This process is called glazing: and gamboge, so applied, 
will be found to heighten very considerably the bright¬ 
ness of any shade of yellow or orange color. 
The yellow crocus is of a tone so deep, that clu-ome- 
yellow No. 3 must be used for the local color; and after 
the shadows are finished, with a mixture of pink madder 
and a very little cobalt, it must also be glazed with gam¬ 
boge. A great number of flowers are variegated with 
orange and yellow. For these, the chrome-yellow No. 1, 
should be first washed over the whole, and the orange 
parts then painted in with chrome No. 3, glazing the 
whole, when finished, with gamboge. 
For scarlet and yellow flowers, the chrome must be 
washed over the yellow parts only, and after the scarlet 
is painted, the whole must be glazed with gamboge. 
The Rose is an extremely difficult flower to paint, be¬ 
cause while itself particularly perishable, the represen¬ 
tation of it is equally tedious. The time necessary for 
completing the intricate outline often changes so com¬ 
pletely the state of the flower, that it can scarcely be 
recognized. In pink Roses, the local color is best imir - 
tated with pink madder, a pale tint of which must be- 
washed over the flower, leaving only the perfectly white 
lights. When quite dry, the darker petals must be again, 
covered with adeeper hue, and again with a deeper still the 
dark ones near the centre. Sometimes the color of these,, 
in parts, is extremely red; if so, a little scarlet must be- 
washed over them first. The shadows must then be laid 
on; but so great is the transparency of the petals that 
very little gray will be perceived in them. A very small 
proportion of cobalt and Indian-yellow must, therefore, 
be mixed with the madder with which they are painted, 
and for the darker ones, carmine only may be used. 
For- dark Roses, crimson lake will be found the best, 
color, instead of pink madder and carmine. Yellow 
Roses should be painted in the same manner, with either 
lemon-yellow or chrome No. 1, for the local color, the 
darker shades of yellow being finished with gamboge. 
The shadows can be painted with the same gray as 
recommended for other yellow flowers, namely, that 
composed of cobalt, pink madder and a little gamboge. 
Very dark flowers, such as some poppies and holly— 
blocks, must be begun with a very pale wash of cold- - 
gray. Indigo, -with a little crimson-lake and sepia, will 
be a convenient mixture for this, as the same colors, al¬ 
though in very different proportions, must be used for 
the local color. In laying this on, care must be taken 
to leave the lights clear, and if any of these appear quite < 
white, they must also be left in the first wash of gray, 
which will represent the lesser lights .—Art Amateur. 
ROB’S ROSES. 
The houses in Starr Place cannot be pleasant. Even 
the “ Crystal Palace has one advantage over them, for 
it has the open street in front of it, while they have 
nothing but the backs of half-a-dozen old tenement 
houses and beer-saloons within ten feet of their front 
windows. 
Starr Place is such an out-of-the-way nook, too, that 
even if you are in search of it, you have to hunt some 
time before you see the dingy sign that hangs up in the 
archway leading to it; and if you are only an' ordinary 
passer, you have not an idea of its existence. 
If you choose to turn up this archway, however, 
which is not much wider than an ordinary door, you 
get into Stan- Place, a damp courtway, some ten feet 
wide, between the backs of the houses already men¬ 
tioned, and eight or ten rickety wooden houses in a 
block by themselves. 
Should any one be bold enough to enter one of these 
houses that fronts on the Place, and grope his way 
through the dark entry and up the three flights of shaky 
stairs, he would come to the room in which Rob 
McGregor lived. 
Rob McGregor had not always lived there, however. 
His parents had been very decent Scotch people, and 
he could remember when he was a very little boy, that 
they used to live in a comfortable house at the North 
End; but his father had grown too fond of drink, and 
things had gone from bad to worse, until last Thanks¬ 
giving Mr. McGregor had been sent to the Island for/ 
sixty days for engaging in a drunken row, and his wife 
and baby had gone down with him to the House of De¬ 
tention, while Rob had been left to shift for himself, 
under the nominal care of a neighbor. 
While at the Island, however, the baby had been, 
taken sick, and Mrs. McGregor had returned and moved, 
into this room in Starr Place, and since then things had 
become still worse. 
Their few possessions had been left in the city, and 
while she was away the greater part of them had been- 
stolen, and she, "half sick herself, had neither strength 
nor courage to trace them, but had gathered up what 
was left, and moved to their new home. 
Rob was standing at the window, looking out and' 
drumming against the pane. In a chair, with one foot 
upon the stove-hearth, sat his mother, a tall, coarse-fea¬ 
tured woman, in a slatternly dress, and with unkempt,, 
sandy hair, crooning a Scotch song to ]his baby sister 
Rose, who lay breathing heavily in her lap. 
After a time, Rob turned uneasily away andsat down- 
upon the trunk. The dispensary doctor had been in 
that morning, and had said that the baby had diphthe¬ 
ria and was a very sick child, and after he had given 
directions about the medicine, Rob had heard his 
mother say, “I don’t think she’ll get over it, doctor; 1 ' 
and the doctor had answered, “ I am afraid not, but 1‘IL 
do what I can.” 
