Album des Charges du Jour : A difficult position. －Pulled about between civilisation and the retrograde party

Album des Charges du Jour: A parasol in a difficult position

Frontispiece of the ALBUM DES CHARGES DU JOUR

Frontispiece of the ALBUM DES CHARGES DU JOUR

Album des Charges du Jour: Singular combat between the Cid and the Emperor of Morocco

Album des Charges du Jour: Singular combat between the Cid and the Emperor of Morocco

Album des Charges du Jour: Le Cid also setting out on the campaign to go and fight the Moors

Album des Charges du Jour: EUNUCHS DISCHARGED BY THE BEY TUNIS.[sic] －What's going to become of us?... here we are[,] dismissed!... －There's nothing for it but to become coachmen in Constantinople!..

Album des Charges du Jour: The new costume of Turkish coachmen in Constantinople. －Neither men, nor women......, all eunuchs!...... (Extract from the new statute.)

Album des Charges du Jour: －There's a wind that's going to thwart the Spaniards' disembarkation nicely!... －Yes, but it's also very poor weather for my parasol..

Album des Charges du Jour: －There's a wind that's going to thwart the Spaniards' disembarkation nicely!... －Yes, but it's also very poor weather for my parasol..

Album des Charges du Jour: THE EMPEROR MOROCCO CONSULTING THE CELEBRATED SORCERER DESBAROLLES. －Here is a little line which indicates to me that you are destined to receive a great drubbing!..

Album des Charges du Jour: AT TANGIER －Sublime Majesty!... here come the Spaniards..., I think of anticipating your wishes, in order to inspire them with respect..., to unfurl your august parasol!... －Do not pester me, Belboul, about my parasol... at this very moment I would prefer to have a Bullet-shield!..

Album des Charges du Jour: AT TANGIER －Sublime Majesty!... here come the Spaniards..., I think of anticipating your wishes, in order to inspire them with respect..., to unfurl your august parasol!... －Do not pester me, Belboul, about my parasol... at this very moment I would prefer to have a Bullet-shield!..

PARLIAMENTARY IDYLLS 9: Come to play in the field, /A roguish urchin said to him; / Barrot, from good humour / Does not suspect until too late! / In vain he strives, / But once you have allowed yourself to be deceived / There, as elsewhere, a lost position, / Is difficult to regain! Moral stanzas By General d'Hautpoul. (cultivating the Muses in secret.)

French Types 11: The Restaurant owner: This Gentleman who wipes the tables, arranges the stools, greets everyone and gravely walks about with a serviette in his hand, he is the master of the establishment. He has from Fifteen to Fifty thousand pounds revenue... How much has Châteaubriant ?..

JOURNEY TO CHINA 19: CHINESE WORRIORS. All Chinese men have the right, from six to eight times a year, to carry a rifle, a cartridge-pouch, and even to wear a fur cap; then they apply themselves, more or less voluntarily to night patrols which have as their goal the maintenance of public peace. Only it happens quite often that the chief named KA-PO-RAL takes infinite trouble to prevent his warriors singing at the tops of their voices “mother GO-DI-CHON” or other Chinese ballads, and it is by waking with a start that the good citizens learn that their rest is being watched over

Strangers in Paris 1: The arrival: What, no room!... －Not even for your hat-box... －What about in the sitting-room? －Twenty one Englishmen are in there... －In the attic?... －I've put eleven Savoyards in there... －In the celler?... －Fifteen Polish people have set up home... －Oh! hang it...oh! damnation... oh! Good God!...are we going to spend the night by the side of a milestone?... －That's what you'd better do, because then the night patrol will get you out of trouble quickly by taking you to sleep at the Prefecture of Police's office, Saint Martin cell!... specially reserved for the homeless and poodles without papers!..

(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