A Citizen Soldier
The Army
Here is a sketchy reminiscence of the Jardin Bullier, over the water, close by the Barrière d'Enfer. We may imagine that this recollection has been revived by some flaring affiché posted on the walls regarding a 'long night' and the admission of 'fancy costumes' at that traditional retreat.
We next get a peep into a cabaret, while still in pursuit of the military train, and here the artist regales us with a spirited realisation of 'Mars surrendering to Bacchus,' in a picture not unworthy of Hogarth. These gentlemen are content to espouse the side which offers the best chance of enjoyment—a phase not entirely extinct in the French army, and one that has been relied on in recent instances.
These last drawings are executed with a pen, and cleverly shaded in Indian ink.
Showers, sharp though short, are frequent enough in Paris. Mr. Titmarsh, in the shelter of a 'Passage'—possibly the 'Panoramas'—seizes the opportunity of this enforced captivity to produce a flying sketch of the damp world out of doors.