lies that part of France known as the old province of Normandy. There is here a very dangerous and precipitous coast lined with granite

is studio in a village called Barbizon, near the Forest of Fontainebleau, not many miles from Paris. Here he devoted all his gifts to illustrating the life of the tillers of the soil. His subjects were drawn both from his immediate surroundings and from the recollections of his youth. "Since I have never in all my life known anything but the fields," he said, "I try to say, as best I can, what I saw and felt when I

healthy out-of-door life makes her very strong. She is fitted by nature and training to work beside the me

ain, where ploughing has already begun. The light falls o

ioned in the simplest way, to give the wearers entire ease in motion. They are in the dull blues, browns, and reds which delight the artist's eye. Such colors grow softer and more beautiful as they

ly with caps or kerchiefs, and are nearly always seen with aprons. Men and women both wear the heavy wooden shoes called

a wallet of lunch hangs from his left arm. The woman has a basket, a linen sack, and a bit of rope. Evidently something is t

suspecting that they are lovers. The man carries himself erect with a conscious air of manliness, and steps briskly, with his hand thrust into his pocket. The gir

and the laborers will return to their home by the same way. The bur

n. A comparison of the pictures will show interesting points of resemblance between the two men striding down hill. Though Going to Work is not

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ar. See dates in the