All the Paris newspapers have recently paid, for compensation for oblivion and the misfortunes of his life, a fair tribute of praise to the memory of Frederic Sauvage, inventor of the propeller. (See issue 753 of l’Illustration).
Today we have to add to the martyrology of inventors the name of Jean-Augustin-Alexis Sauvage, another engineer-inventor-mechanic, who just died in Passy. Would it then be true, as it has been said, that every man of genius …Read more »

We’re coming back today to the sad event which has once again plunged into pain a family already sorely distressed by tragedy. As such, we owe them our sympathy, and it is with sadness and respect that, in publishing the portrait of the Duchess of Nemours, whose life seemed meant to be, if not happy, at least long and peaceful, we bow before this …Read more »

…At The March-Past Of The 14 July.
The main attraction of the national holiday this year was undoubtedly the great march-past in Longchamps, to which the presence of our valiant soldiers from Tonkin gave a new appeal.
The population of Paris, plus the entire contingent brought in by …Read more »

Christian Rauch, the greatest sculptor in Germany, the artist with grandiose ideas who could have made the gigantic dream of Dinocrates come true, has just died in Dresden, laden with years and glory.
setting out from the lower ranks of society, he rose, through hard work and genius, to the highest dignities. He was professor of sculpture at the Academy of Fine Arts in Berlin and knight of the Order of the Prussian Red Eagle when death overtook him. …Read more »

Jacques Fosse, merchant in Beaucaire, was gifted with one of those vigorous natures and powerful constitutions to which danger is a spur, and it is therefore not surprising that Fosse has become the major rescuer of southern France and of all places where there’s been dangers to be faced and lives to be saved.
Fosse was ten years old when, for the first time, he gave …Read more »

Come on, Felix, come on, my dear Félicie, let’s continue our journey. We will travel through Africa; from which side shall we step in? I notice that it is almost completely surrounded by water. However it is not an island. Put the chart in front of you, we must take a look at it; because without charts, studying geography is a waste of time and effort. Ah! Felix put his finger on the small path which leads from Asia to Africa. This only passage, which is pressed on one side by the waters of the Mediterranean Sea, and on the other by those of the Red Sea – or Arabian Gulf – is called the isthmus of Suez; it is only fifty (eighty kilometers) miles wide. Thus Africa is a peninsula, the largest in the world, and …Read more »

The first glance I took, when I made my first reverence to the king of Spain¹ upon arriving, astonished me so much that I had to use all my senses to pull myself together. I couldn’t see anything about him reminding one of the Duc d’Anjou, and I had to look hard into this long and much changed face, which was even more closed up than when he left France. He was bent forward, and much smaller, his chin thrown forward, far away from his chest, his feet stiff, touching each other, and stepping over each over as he walked, although walked quickly, and the knees more than one foot apart. What he told me was well said, but he said it so slowly, as though dragging each word out of his mouth, with such a stupid look on his face, that I felt astounded. A jerkin, without any gilt, made of some sort of brown homespun, because of the hunt where he was about to go, did not do anything for his appearance or his bearing. He wore a wig and his blue ribbon over his jerkin, always and on any occasion, so that …Read more »