THE ORIENTAL-PORCELIAN-VASE-MANIA 7: A dreadful nightmare

THE ORIENTAL-PORCELIAN-VASE-MANIA 8: A fake vase from Japan causing admiration in three genuine blokes

NEWS 254: A DEPUTY'S NIGHTMARE. － Oh! my God! what is the matter dear? － I was dreaming that I was invalidated

LIFE'S HAPPY DAYS 80: A PHILANTHROPIC LOTTERY: －The gentleman －for my twenty francs I've won a dreadful woman's bag... how ridiculous! －The lady －and I['ve won] a pair of razors one of which is badly dented... what a bore!..

MONOMANIACS 4: THE AMATEUR GUITARIST: Defying the immense yawn / Wich he elicits by singing his verses / He will sing a ballad / About the remnants of the universe..

PROFILES 7: THE FREQUENTER OF FÉLIX'S SHOP: Paris is at once the centre of civilisation, of the fine arts and of small pies; the love of the galette is pushed to fanaticism. Pastry cooks abound here, and today Paris is perhaps the city in the world where most brioches are made

MONOMANIACS 8: THE COFFEE-LOVER: The half-cup easily becomes second nature; one finds a number of people who, like the lover above, have made themselves an immutable law to take their coffee, in order to facilitate digestion, even though their means do not allow them to dine. It is agreed that existence would be too bitter without chicory

MONOMANIACS 8: THE COFFEE-LOVER: The half-cup easily becomes second nature; one finds a number of people who, like the lover above, have made themselves an immutable law to take their coffee, in order to facilitate digestion, even though their means do not allow them to dine. It is agreed that existence would be too bitter without chicory

PARISIAN TYPES 44: Citizen grocer, warrior pure and without stain, Once a corporal, he wore a moustache; Dreamed of a future of large bullions And since that time, is the terror of urchins

Where are we going, where are we going?...We are walking on a volcano, the gulf of revolutions is open beneath our footsteps...the carriage of state has been halted by the flood of all these bad passions

Where are we going, where are we going?...We are walking on a volcano, the gulf of revolutions is open beneath our footsteps...the carriage of state has been halted by the flood of all these bad passions

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.)

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SKETCHES OF THE HUNT 7: －Well!... do you intend to stay there? －Certainly not!... I was waiting so that you could carry me to the village on your back... －No thanks, for a league and a half from here!... are you mad?... －Come!... look here, my friend... act as though you've killed a roe-deer and you've got to carry it home!..

The Hundred-and-one Robert-Macaire [Caricaturana] 100: Mr. Daumier, your Robert-Macaire series is a charming thing!... It is the exact portrayal of the pilfering of our age... It is the faithful portrait of the crowd of rascals you find everywhere, in business, in politics, in finance, everywhere! everywhere!!... The cheats should hate you... But the estimation of honest people is yours... Have you still not received the cross of honour?... It's shocking!!..

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