which a rather vulgar Paris tripper to the seaside, paddling with her friends, exclaims in astonished appreciation "By Jove, sand like at Charenton" (shall we translate Putney?), is apparent to all. In these, as in all his sketches, whether drawn from a low Paris "pub," or from an innocent village café, indoors or out, the entire truth to nature of the type chosen, the very cut and hang of every garment is absolutely convincing, and unerringly put in with a few bold touches of the pen.
A pathetic drawing is that of the poor workwoman, who has tramped out to the sordid wastes of the fortifs, or fortifications of Paris; and, in her enjoyment of the faint echo of the real country, there to be found, exclaims — "If I were rich I'd come here every day!"
Huard has drawn for L' Assiette au Beurre, L' Image, Le Rire, and Cocorico some remarkable military subjects, in which he has depicted the French soldier to the life. Here, we have him disclosing to a comrade on the quay his modest dreams of fortune — there, he is discussing rations with his colonel, and in another splendid double-page drawing we see him at night, shouting some rude refrain, and painting the town scarlet generally; but the finest of all is perhaps a vivid drawing in colour of a squad on a drill ground, — red caps, white suits, and a yellow background, — the whole making a most striking page. Huard is very successful with these coloured illustrations, many of which
