NEWS 36: An ascent in autumn: Mr. Thévelin devoting himself to an aquatic-aerial exercise on his trapeze

NEWS 35: AN AERIAL [SHORT] EXCURSION TRAIN. The aeronaut. － Well! gentlemen, what do you say to this spectacle? A citizen. － I say that I'm very angry at having paid three hundred francs for my place!..

MONOMANIACS 7: THE HYPOCHONDRIAC: This class of citizens is the providence of medicine, the blessing of pharmacy, it is the Nymph Egeria who has inspired white mustard, Paraguay-Roux, the Regnault pâte, the Clyso-bolus and generally all the inventions destined to comfort non-suffering humanity. The hypochondriac gives himself by turns pleurisy, consumption Etc. Etc. He varies his illness in order to vary his pleasures and each day he exclaims, on feeling his pulse, “I truly must have an iron constitution to be able to resist all these illnesses.”

The Salon of 1842: Charmed to see himself exhibited, the original seen here takes his wife to the Salon, and places her in front of his own image, in order to rejoice in the crowd's judgment. －Look, say some, it's Chinese Commissioner Lin! －No, says others, don't you see that it's a bit of natural history! － It is, joins in a gentleman with a catalogue, it is the portrait of Mr. D..., insurance broker. －Well, with a bonce like that he needn't insure it, because no one would steal it. (His lady wife leaves, extremely flattered.)

The Salon of 1842: Charmed to see himself exhibited, the original seen here takes his wife to the Salon, and places her in front of his own image, in order to rejoice in the crowd's judgment. －Look, say some, it's Chinese Commissioner Lin! －No, says others, don't you see that it's a bit of natural history! － It is, joins in a gentleman with a catalogue, it is the portrait of Mr. D..., insurance broker. －Well, with a bonce like that he needn't insure it, because no one would steal it. (His lady wife leaves, extremely flattered.)

Caricaturana 92: Sir, I despise the charlatanism of the poster, I despise the Puffs of the advertisement, I abhor everything which smells of the charalatan, the tumbler, the rope-dancer, and I limit myself to producing with all naivete and foolishness my merchandise. Read my catalogue! Scent of love, esteem and friendship, in phials from the Middle-Ages... Extract of the smile of infancy －Perfume of Adolphe's first steps－ Water of the peoples' alliance, for the handkerchief, with Beranger's song. Perfume of General Foy, a scent to strengthen the brain's fibre and to remind the French of their liberties and rights guaranteed by the constitutional charter. Surrounded by an oration given upon the tomb of the immortal deputy by one of his honourable colleagues. You see, it's impossible to be more simple