Landscape with the Rest on the Flight into Egypt

Rest on the Flight into Egypt

The Rest on the Fleight into Egypt

Triptych: Rest on the Flight into Egypt

The Flight into Egypt

The Flight into Egypt

The Large Landscapes: The Flight into Egypt

The Flight into Egypt

The Life of the Virgin: The Flight into Egypt

<The Large Landscapes>: The Flight into Egypt (after Pieter Bruegel the Elder)

The Fall and Salvation of Mankind through the Life and Passion of Christ: (13) The Flight into Egypt

<The Large Landscapes>: Soldiers at Rest

<The Large Landscapes>: Soldiers at Rest (after Pieter Bruegel the Elder)

<The Large Landscapes>: Soldiers at Rest (after Pieter Bruegel the Elder)

GENERAL SCHLICK'S[sic] ENTRY INTO THE CAMPAIGN －This is giving me trouble... but finally I'm on the horse!!!..

SKETCHES OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE BY DAUMIER 2: Below the upper vignette: SMALL-SCALE SPECULATORS. －Mrs. Chaffarou... I need to get out of MILITARY BEDS in order to get into the CRYSTAL PALACE... unless of course I get into the GAUDALQUIVIR. Below the lower vignette: OPENING OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE. How you can fall flat on your face by running too quickly after wealth

STRIKING CAMP. Look here...[put] a bit of fresh life into your shoulders!... let's put the bag, the equipment, the covers, the pickets, the cudgels, the water-bottle and the ration loaf on our backs once more!... Personally..., I feel as though I've got the strength to carry the Vincennes castle-keep, if someone would like to burden himself with putting it on my back!..

STRIKING CAMP. Look here...[put] a bit of fresh life into your shoulders!... let's put the bag, the equipment, the covers, the pickets, the cudgels, the water-bottle and the ration loaf on our backs once more!... Personally..., I feel as though I've got the strength to carry the Vincennes castle-keep, if someone would like to burden himself with putting it on my back!..

NEWS: CHINA CIVILISING HERSELF. －Now then..., attention!... here's the European theory... the eyes looking fifteen paces into the distance and let the foot which is on the ground quickly go to rejoin that which is in the air..

SKETCHES OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE BY DAUMIER 6: Below the upper vignette: Having succeeded in getting into the interior of the Stock Exchange under the pretext of being litigants at the tribunal of commerce. Below the lower vignette: What a company at the Stock Exchange doors!... to be sure, I'd prefer to queue at the Ambigu, it's better regulated!..

SKETCHES OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE BY DAUMIER 1: Below the upper vignette: Interior of the Stock Exchange. －A view from above on a day [when prices] fall. Below the lower vignette: The stock-brokers' ring, －the least pretty of all known rings

Ancient History 29: Telemachus and Mentor. Seeing his languorous pupil. / Burning for Eucharis with a fire always new / Mentor, with a punch, pitched him straight into the water / To make him abandon the island (Unique quatrain by Mr. Duponchel)

Double Faces 1: The Uncle-The Nephew: [On the left of the page, vertically]: (The Nephew, aloud) I've been given a little too much, that's bad －(The Uncle, aside) I'll inherit from my nephew, how strange! [On the right of the page,vertically]: (The Uncle, aloud) I'm not well, my friend. －(The Nephew, aside)Things are going well, I'm going to inherit from him

PARISIANS TYPES 30: －My God! Missus Bombec, what hit you? －Don't mention it,dear lady, the horror! the world's become so ferocious that I'd rather be the gatekeeper at the zoo. You know that Bezuchet on the fifth floor who tells everyone that her not-so great daughter, whose filling out nicely round the waist, has become Whatdropical. Me, I just said: oh yeh! －And that's the creature that... －by Jove, flew into my face

JOURNEY TO CHINA 7: CHINESE MARRIAGE. The angler's skill in setting his lines, the hunter's artfulness in taking game, the horse-dealer's tricks to hide the redhibitory defects of his horse, nothing is comparable to the skill, the artfulness, the trick which a mother deploys in order to marry her daughter... the poor Chinese men mistrust the lures, of honey and of glue, to no avail, someone always falls into the maternal snare