A scorpion fly feeding on prey remnant in debris stabilimenta built by a spider, Cyclosa octotuberculata

Camponotus japonicus (?) stole prey caught by a spider Agelena limbata

Pro-divorce Women 5: A toast to the emancipation of women, by women already emancipated with a vengeance

PASTORALS 32: －Thief of a cock-chafer... so it's you who's eating away all my property... you'll perish by my hand alone!..

LIFE'S HAPPY DAYS 11: A DINNER AT VÉRY’S: So! I've just dined as a bachelor!... yes! but my wife entrusted me with a louis and I've got left... sixty centimes!

PEOPLE OF THE LAW 24: －What a pity that charming little woman didn't ask me to defend her... how I would have argued that her husband is a rascal!..

EVERYTHING YOU COULD WANT 36: －I wanna drink!... －But I've told you I'm a grocer!... －Yer a grocer... well! grocers have everything... give me a drink!... or else yer not a grocer!

PARISIAN SKETCHES 21: SCENE OF HORSEFLESH-EATING. － True indeed... there's Sir eating his old horse... I only hope that one day he doesn't get the idea of sitting down to eat his old maid!..

Ancient History 26: The Augean stables. For a proud hero to make of himself a cleaner, / Is, for Hercules, difficult to swallow, / But as a proverb says: / One does not argue about sewers or colours (Unpublished pun by Mr. Delessert)

Ancient History 26: The Augean stables. For a proud hero to make of himself a cleaner, / Is, for Hercules, difficult to swallow, / But as a proverb says: / One does not argue about sewers or colours (Unpublished pun by Mr. Delessert)

SKETCHES OF SUMMER 9: Having had the unfortunate idea of going to take a siesta by the river bank

NEWS 105: THE REJUVENATION OF THE CONSTITUTIONEL [sic] FOLLOWING THE REJUVENATION OF AESON: I read in Mr. de Chompre's book that the aged Aeson was in earlier times perfectly rejuvenated by making him simmer in a stew-pot with a multitude of small spices, such as marshmallow roots, lizard, sticks of liquorice and toads... but the precise recipe of this stew has been lost... I have imagined new ingredients, but unfortunately they are devilishly expensive! I think I would have done better to preserve my old fellow by －having him stuffed by Mr. Gannat!

TODAY'S PHILANTHROPISTS 9: “Yesterday, in the rue St. Honoré, a respectable old man fell, struck by an attack of apoplexy, it would have been the end of him had not the celebrated Doctor Cabassol, who was by chance at his window at No. 107, hastened to fly to his aid: thanks to intelligent and prodigious help together with the most touching solicitude the sick man was promptly restored to life. Our celebrated Doctor Cabassol topping his generous behaviour wanted to receive as payment for his care only the thanks of a family which will eternally bless his name. Honour to Doctor Cabassol!” －Look here, it's you who's the respectable old man in question, yesterday you failed to fall when coming to see me, you could have injured yourself and then I could have saved you... I contrived it all a little more dramatically for the newspaper... it won't do you any harm and it'll do me a lot of good!

The Representatives Represented 33: N. A. Théodule Changarnier

NEWS 59: THE INCONVENIENCE OF DINING WITH A SCHOLAR WHO LIKES MAKING CHEMISTRY AND OTHER EXPERIMENTS. － Well now, without your wuestioning it, I have just make you all eat fritillary... I'm curious to know positively if it's a safe food able to replace the potato or if it's poison

Ancient History 15: Aeneas and Dido: A protective fog obscured the heavens; / And as they found themselves without an umbrella, / Leading his friend into a dark cave, / Aeneas on that beautiful day saw his ardours consummated (Aeneid. corrected by Mr. Villemain)

THE TEMPTATION OF THE NEW St. ANTHONY: In that particular time, a great and fat sinner named Véron felt himself touched by grace: having reflected that the Press was a priesthood, he became a hermit and retired to a wild place in the midst of the steepest mountains of Montmartre. There, he spent his days and nights in prayer, and as a means of mortification, imposed upon himself as a penitence the continual re-reading of the list of subscribers to the Constitutionnel. －For his only food, Véron took at long intervals a light fragment of Regnauld pâté. －The Devil, irritated by this edifying yet unexpected conversion employed different strategies to make St. Véron succumb to his temptations, but our noble coenobite knew how to resist those things which until recently had held so many charms for him: Satan, who had taken the form of the Constitutionnel in order come in person to tempt St. Véron, returned to the road for Paris, furious. －The anchorite of Montmartre has, since this time, been placed in the rank of the greatest saints which Parisian journalism honours, and is especially supplicated by the unfortunates who have a head cold

NEWS 4: This shows you a great battle which one may believe to be commanded by General Crunch Beet! It will not enter the historical Museum of Versailles and should serve as a pendant to the Battles of Cannes

NEWS 99: IMPRESSIONS OF A JOURNEY BY A GREAT POET: “One of the curiosities of Frankfurt that will soon disappear, I fear, is the butcher's shop. it [sic] is impossible to see a more splendid pile of fresh flesh. The bloody butchers and pink butchers’ wives chat gracefully under garlands of legs of mutton. A red stream, its colour barely altered by two gushing fountains, runs and smokes in the middle of the street!” (The Rhine by Victor Hugo Volume 2 page 357)

Sketch Taken at the Salon by Daumier: A fantastic painter: － See, look how I visualise the apotheosis of a martyr... － But I can make out only the legs of your figure. －The head's already in the sky... that proves he's a saint!..

Ancient History 18: Today's witticism. What is Diogenes doing with a lantern? / Said the elegantly turnd-out Dandies to themselves. / Sirs, I am looking for a man, and with my slow, dim eye. / I can't see him; said he: those words really annoyed them (Attempt at poetry by Mr. de Rambuteau)

Ancient History 31: The fall of Icarus. As the sun roasted his wings, / His old scoundrel of a father, inventor of this contrivance, / Said, watching him fall through the eternal vaults: / Assuredly, this is no good (A poet who travels only by carriage)

(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly

JOURNEY TO CHINA 10: CHINESE PROBITY. The unfortunate man who commits a little failing and gives 80 per cent to his creditors is ruined, dishonoured, lost, and sees all his careers close before him... if he would like to be well thought of, well received in the world, there is only one way... that is to begin again upon a bigger scale and to give away nothing at all

You look like getting chased by a fire. How pale you are...you aren't yourself. What's the matter? "It's not good to chase after what you think to be precious," I answerd muttering