Meissonier

He is more than a sketch; he is a Meissonier portrait, painted with all that accuracy of detail for which Meissonier was famous.

This want of appreciation on the mother's part reminds me of a story told to me by Meissonier.

The type is well shown in the life of Meissonier, whose mother died in his childhood, but she was near him to the last.

In 1868, when he was two-and-twenty years of age, he came to Paris, where Grme and Meissonier interested themselves in him.