A Mocking Bird Regularly Resorts To The

Poor France, Thy Fine Climate, Rich Vineyards, And The Wishes Of The Learned Avail Nothing; Thou Art A Destitute Beggar, And Not The Powerful Friend Thou Wert Represented To Me.

My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether In Watercolors, But They Wanted Softness And A Great Deal Of Finish.

One Day I Caught Four Dolphins, How Much I Have Gazed At These Beautiful Creatures... As They Changed Their Hue In Twenty Varieties Of Richest Arrangement Of Tints.

To Be A Good Draftsman Was To Me A Blessing.

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.