- Battle-flag Captured by the Americans in 1871
- Two-masted Corean Vessel
- Acity in Corea
- The Founder of Fuyu Crossing the Sungari River
- Coin of the Sam-han, or the Three Kingdoms
- Gentlemen’s Garments and Dress Patterns
- Magistrate and Servant
- The Walls of Seoul
- The Entering Wedge of Civilization
- Battle-flag Captured in the Han Forts, 1871
- Corean Knight of the Sixteenth Century
- Breech-loading Cannon of Corean Manufacture
- Thatched House near Seoul
- House and Garden of a Noble
- Corean Coin
- Coin of Modern Chō-sen
- Styles of Hair-dressing in Corea
- Table Spread for Festal Occasions
- A Pleasure-party on the River
- A Pleasure-party on the River
- Man and Woman
- The Last guest
- Edwin M. Stanton
Edwin M. Stanton - Lyman Trumbull
Lyman Trumbull - By a sleeve
- The Hunt Ball
- Doctor and Pharmacist talking
- She has just prevented his proposing by telling him she is engaged
- Man and wife talking
- Aristide Bruant’s
- What does he want
- Sympathetic plain friend to inconsolable young widow
- The Château Rouge
- A professional evening
- Seated man
- Two men talking
- At D’Armenonville
- After The Grand Prix
- A Cabinet meeting - When our betters rule
- Two women talking
- In Paris
- How she saw herself
- Love and Duty
- Golf is not the only game on earth
- The Day of Carnot's funeral
- Trial by Jury
- An after-dinner relief
- In the days to come the churches may be fuller
- Le Chat Noir
- Alexander H. Stephens
Alexander H. Stephens - Moulin Rouge
- In a London Theatre
- Seated man 2
- In the Latin Quarter
- At The Café De Horlogue
- The Recruiting Sergeant
- Waiting to be presented
- The Ambassadeurs
- Au Montmartre
- My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearly
My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearly. She had a pretty name, Cold Medicine. On our prairies grows a flower with long, yellow root. In old times, if a warrior was running from enemies and became wearied he chewed a bit of the root and rubbed it on his eyelids. It made his eyes and tongue feel cold and kept him awake. The flower for this reason was called cold medicine. When my father spoke my sister’s name, it made him think of this flower and of the many times he had bravely gone out with war parties.