PARISIAN SKETCHES 42: A protest [for non-payment] on New Year's day... what luck!..

Parisian Sketches 11: Oh! Thank you for what you have done..

Parisian Sketches 11: Oh! Thank you for what you have done..

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 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!..

NEWS 269: － Oh! Good Lord, my dear fellow, what a state you're in. － Hush! it's dodge I've devised for not giving New Year's presents

SKETCHES OF EXPRESSIONS 42: Missus Bonneau!... missus Bonneau!... I love missus Bonneau, me!...you sya,she said to you that I told her!...it's not...true!..

MUSICAL SKETCHES 8: － Oh! sir what talent mademoiselle your daughter possesses... what talent, what talent! － In our family, we are all superlatively consituted for music... I myself, in my youth, was of first-rate skill on the clarinet

PARISIAN SKETCHES 33: － How late you are arriving at the Stock-Exchange... I'll warrant you've had a windfall?... scoundrel!... － What do you expect!... I'll settle down..., when I get old!..

PARISIAN SKETCHES 7: In contemplation before the opera's ship, － at least it is not before that of the porte St. Martin, － nor indeed that of the ambigu [sic], － anyway, what is certain is that they are gazing upon a vessel

PARISIAN SKETCHES 3: － Yes, my dear mister Coffignon, it would be difficult for me to count up the number of my conquests I've always had and today still have great success with women! － To be sure [,] as for me [,] I've only ever had mine [my woman] and I still find that it's too much!

Parisian Emotions 1: Aren't they dreary!... see how they make off!... what it is not to live in property!!!... My little loves, when you come by again we should warn you, we'll burn pastilles from the Seraglio for you..

Parisian Emotions 40: Strolling during the thaw － R...R..rascal! － What! ... what ... but I told you I aimed at Gugusse... that big boy's a nuisance! － I'm going to complain to your pa... pa... parents and to the Po... Po... Police Superintendent! ... then we'll see! － Eh! you want to see, do you!... wait till I block your other window!

SKETCHES OF EXPRESSIONS 19: (Aside)God! my poor boy how ugly you are! (Aloud) My respects to your wife. (Aside) When you've got a face like yours, you shouldn't go out during the day

PARISIAN TYPES 45: －I'm the greatest enemy of factions. －No politics, Pa Rangoutot! －I'm not talking about them, I wish they'd ban sentry duty because mine's coming up

SKETCHES OF THE THEATRE 4: THE-STAGE-MANAGER. － You play kings ineffectually, I'm going to hit you with a fine of not less than one franc fifty, for having missed your entry

PROFILES 5: THE PORTER ON HIS ROUNDS ON NEW YEAR'S DAY: Nothing but 115 francs for my wishes, and I've already done eight floors!!! Dunces of Tenants! Another time I'll give them wishes... wouldn't they like to get it!

Parisian Emotions 50: A victim of the factions. Ah...ah...at...tchoo!! we're doing well, my nose is pouring too. Mr. Jacqueminot should have drilled some ducks to mount guard in this weather ... and what's more ah... at... tchoo!! what if they caught a cold

Parisian Freebooters 12: The Crocodile: This has to do with a variety of species of Crocodile, which was known to the ancients under the name of Tantalus and which a Gymnasium naturalist of our time has called the Gastronome without money. This voracious whale-like creature is most commonly found in the localities of Merchants of Eatables. His teeth are pointed and very long from lack of exercise, since he uses only his eyes to devour. When he has had the perseverance to remain for a whole day static in front of his prey he sometimes ends up by having the luck to catch... a crick in the neck. He feeds himself only on desires and vain hopes, he is also remarkably thin. Very different from other fish of his species that swim in open water, this type of Crocodile is always in the dry

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 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