Road Cut Through a Hill (No.3 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Road Cut through a Hill (No.11 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Hill (No.12 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Winter (No.9 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Trees (No.7 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

The Suburbs (No.2 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

The Suburbs (No.8 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Winter Day (No.4 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Still Life (No.1 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Still Life (No.10 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Western-style House (No.5 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

Impressions of Utsunomiya City (No.6 of the First Collection of Small Pieces Selected by the Artist)

The Town of Shinagawa from "Scenes from the Tokaido Highway"

3. In the Beginning from "The Green Fuse－A Collection of Poems and Wood Engravings"

Kanaya: View of the Ōi River from the Hill Road, no. 25 from the series Collection of Illustrations of Famous Places near the Fifty-Three Stations [Along the Tōkaidō]

1. The Force that through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower from "The Green Fuse－A Collection of Poems and Wood Engravings"

PL.3 Small Bird (Image of the Etcher Participating in the Print-Verse Folio) [from "And They Called It Hanka (Envoi)"]

MONOMANIACS 1: THE BEASTOPHILE: The supreme happiness of the Beastophile is to make in his home a small menagerie in the bosom of which he spends his life. One can truly apply to him the proverb: “Tell me whom you associate with, [and] I’ll tell you who you are.”

Caricaturana 92: Sir, I despise the charlatanism of the poster, I despise the Puffs of the advertisement, I abhor everything which smells of the charalatan, the tumbler, the rope-dancer, and I limit myself to producing with all naivete and foolishness my merchandise. Read my catalogue! Scent of love, esteem and friendship, in phials from the Middle-Ages... Extract of the smile of infancy －Perfume of Adolphe's first steps－ Water of the peoples' alliance, for the handkerchief, with Beranger's song. Perfume of General Foy, a scent to strengthen the brain's fibre and to remind the French of their liberties and rights guaranteed by the constitutional charter. Surrounded by an oration given upon the tomb of the immortal deputy by one of his honourable colleagues. You see, it's impossible to be more simple

NEWS 110: －Great Prince Muley, son of Muley, do you deign to place yourself in the shade beneath this object... the Englishman who had the kindness to make over this object to me for a hundred gold pieces told me that it was of excellent use in all the storms of life... －Let me be... it's useless... the day when the French took away my parasol, I caught sunstroke from which I shall never recover!..

(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

EVERYTHING YOU COULD WANT 69 : －Yes... I've had the indignity of having my picture refused for the exhibition... and moreover, see how scrupulously I've executed my saint's crucifixion... it can't be said that there's a nail missing from it!..

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

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