PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 7: Conjugal tenderness: － an intimate scene on the 1st of January of each year, the solemn day of New Year's gifts

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 8: A Parisian man [who has] remained faithful to the cult of Tragedy

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 3: The enthusiasts' bench. －A view taken at the opera

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 10: Posing as appraisers of good theatre

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 4: A benefit day [at the theatre]: Having paid ten francs for their seats

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 5: I like her a lot, that little lady there... although she looks like my wife!..

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 9: NEW YEAR'S DAY. The door-keeper. － Sir, I wish you a good and happy one. The proprieter. － Very good, thank you! The door-keeper. － Good and happy for the man who wrings your neck, you miserable old skinflint!..

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 1: The new Talma cape, thus named because it gives to him who wears it an utterly comic appearance

Conjugal Manners 50: The pleasures of angling

Conjugal Manners 28: Decease of the poodle

PARISIAN MEN IN 1852. 6: － [May] I introduce to you my son Théodule, scarely out of college and he's already made a multitude of victims... al the young women wish to marry him! － The bad boy!... he takes after his father!

NEWS 552: OPENING OF THE HUNTING SEASON. THE POSE IN THE RAILWAY STATION. A Parisian firmly resolved this year to destroy all the hares infesting the plain of St. Denis..., with terrible new shot from Devismes[sic]

Conjugal Manners 26: Eh, Eh! little rascal, you will make brats, you already have the eyes of a scoundrel! You'll be like your father

Conjugal Manners 37: The well of Grenelle. And these rogues of chemists who say that it does some good to bathe children in the well of Grenelle; here's poor Dodophe who's gone greener than an apple; I don't know whether my son's a lizard or a toad!!

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