This morning before dawn / A God came to wake me up / The curtains they were drawn / And my snoring had to stop / It is your daddy's birthday, / A time for gifts and flowers / To be placed on his head so gray / Instead of his morning showers.

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Image Not Available for This morning before dawn / A God came to wake me up / The curtains they were drawn / And my snoring had to stop / It is your daddy's birthday, / A time for gifts and flowers / To be placed on his head so gray / Instead of his morning showers.
This morning before dawn / A God came to wake me up / The curtains they were drawn / And my snoring had to stop / It is your daddy's birthday, / A time for gifts and flowers / To be placed on his head so gray / Instead of his morning showers.
Image Not Available for This morning before dawn / A God came to wake me up / The curtains they were drawn / And my snoring had to stop / It is your daddy's birthday, / A time for gifts and flowers / To be placed on his head so gray / Instead of his morning showers.

This morning before dawn / A God came to wake me up / The curtains they were drawn / And my snoring had to stop / It is your daddy's birthday, / A time for gifts and flowers / To be placed on his head so gray / Instead of his morning showers.

PortfolioPlate 4 from the series "Moeurs Conjugales"
Date1839
MediumCrayon lithograph
DimensionsSheet: 349 x 254 mm. (13 3/4 x 10 in.)
Credit LineThe Cone Collection, formed by Dr. Claribel Cone and Miss Etta Cone of Baltimore, Maryland
Object number1950.12.629
NOT ON VIEW
Last Updated1/11/24
Image Not Available for The early morning caller. This person enters your home early in the morning and walks stealthily like a thief. If you wake up, he pretends having entered the wrong apartment, looking for a Mr. Pierre or a Mr. Paul. He is abashed with apologies and retreats after carrying off what has fallen into his hands. This man works around all the hotels, knowing that the travellers have the habit of leaving their key in the door.
The early morning caller. This person enters your home early in the morning and walks stealthily like a thief. If you wake up, he pretends having entered the wrong apartment, looking for a Mr. Pierre or a Mr. Paul. He is abashed with apologies and retreats after carrying off what has fallen into his hands. This man works around all the hotels, knowing that the travellers have the habit of leaving their key in the door.
1835
Image Not Available for April Showers on Sunday Morning
April Showers on Sunday Morning
Armand Charnay
c. 1880
Image Not Available for Now I understand why this chap was so quiet all the time..... instead of reading quietly in his Greek dictionary, he was indulging in a novel by de Kock.... Oh my God.... where is this all going to end!!
Now I understand why this chap was so quiet all the time..... instead of reading quietly in his Greek dictionary, he was indulging in a novel by de Kock.... Oh my God.... where is this all going to end!!
1846
Image Not Available for The Savage Bineau. Actual portrait drawn from nature, in the moment when this terrible person indulges in his favourite pastime, which consists of tearing up paintings and breaking all objects of art that he can lay his hands on.
The Savage Bineau. Actual portrait drawn from nature, in the moment when this terrible person indulges in his favourite pastime, which consists of tearing up paintings and breaking all objects of art that he can lay his hands on.
1848
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The other day, I pulled off another smart trick... I had set up a firm with a capital of ten million francs to exploit top boots in cardboard ... I had placed only eight shares worth a petty 1200 francs... I called together my eight shareholders and held forth in something like the following manner: "Ah! Good-day ye strolling gentlemen, how handsome you are, how fine you seem!" I promised them more cheese than bread, I gave them a 50% dividend, I warmed them up a bit and let them simmer... The following day they couldn't get hold of my shares fast enough, I placed all of them and at the next meeting I said: "The last time I did the books I made a mistake. I forgot to take into account the price of the cardboard and its fabrication. You must return the dividend I gave you, I'm going to hold it back... I put down nothing and kept back the r
1838
Image Not Available for Eleven o'clock in the morning. Mr. Coquelet, wishing to offer a bouquet of violets to Miss Palissandre begrudges this extravagance and decides to calm his conscience by washing his handkerchief with his own hands.
Eleven o'clock in the morning. Mr. Coquelet, wishing to offer a bouquet of violets to Miss Palissandre begrudges this extravagance and decides to calm his conscience by washing his handkerchief with his own hands.
1839
Image Not Available for Yes my uncle, my virtuous uncle, I was a spendthrift, gambler, seducer, I had many faults, in a word I was frivolous... but you're ill, very ill, the doctors have abandoned you... I've come to aid you, to fall at your feet, I'll swear... anything you like... I'll only leave you at death, my kind uncle, my so excellent uncle! Let's embrace and put an end to it. (Macaire, sole inheritor, has his dear uncle thrown into a common pit).
Yes my uncle, my virtuous uncle, I was a spendthrift, gambler, seducer, I had many faults, in a word I was frivolous... but you're ill, very ill, the doctors have abandoned you... I've come to aid you, to fall at your feet, I'll swear... anything you like... I'll only leave you at death, my kind uncle, my so excellent uncle! Let's embrace and put an end to it. (Macaire, sole inheritor, has his dear uncle thrown into a common pit).
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Seven o'clock in the morning. Monsieur Coquelet wakes up. Minette and Azor fight for the paternal kiss. Monsieur Coquelet enjoys this touching scene of rivalry.
1839
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Yes, my dear... just imagine... this morning he forced me to sew on one of his buttons! How dare he reduce my female dignity in such a way! - That'd be the day, if a man forced me to work on his knickers!
1849
Image Not Available for Telemachus restored to virtue. / His heart that too long Eucharis held / broke away one day and never felt / this fresh new love it changed forever / Go look for Daddy, said Mentor, the clever. (Fénélon Book XII)
Telemachus restored to virtue. / His heart that too long Eucharis held / broke away one day and never felt /
this fresh new love it changed forever / Go look for Daddy, said Mentor, the clever. (Fénélon Book XII)
1842
Image Not Available for This is a so called merchant, victim of his victims, crazy, squanderer and intriguing. He pays 1% to his creditors for 10 years, forgets about the past, does not care about the future, struts about the Bois de Boulogne with his yellow gloves, strolls along the boulevard des Italiens and theatre lobbies. He talks of honour and decency and calls his creditors thieves. He loves the pose of the political, industrial and moral victim and splashes the whole world.
This is a so called merchant, victim of his victims, crazy, squanderer and intriguing. He pays 1% to his creditors for 10 years, forgets about the past, does not care about the future, struts about the Bois de Boulogne with his yellow gloves, strolls along the boulevard des Italiens and theatre lobbies. He talks of honour and decency and calls his creditors thieves. He loves the pose of the political, industrial and moral victim and splashes the whole world.
1840
Image Not Available for Tomorrow is his wife's birthday.
Tomorrow is his wife's birthday.
1846