"Yet I can never relax when I see you go out like that..."

The First Wound

The Patron

Landscape Number 98

Vois Bichette comme la vie . . .

A Defender... Chatting... In His Customary Office

For Putting Butter on Beans

"So, we aren't leaving!..."

An evening at the National Guard

The Foyer

Sheet Music: You Cried

Are you familiar with this cashemere? My goodness! ... The uncultured returns to the Pandour [soldier]., p. 125

Old Horse at the Door of a Tavern