Landscape-painting mourns the loss of its greatest masters. Amongst all the painters, Death seems to have singled out the _paysagistes_ by preference. Since the last Exhibition how many have gone! Chintreuil, Belly, Corot, Courbet, Daubigny, Millet, Diaz, are no more. A few canvases recall them--the _Wave_ of Courbet, an admirable effect of snow by Daubigny, and four or five pictures by Corot--but one regrets that the illustrious dead have not had the honor of a room apart. The members of the jury have been careful to keep the best places for their own works, while the masterpieces of departed genius have been banished to the top of the walls or half hidden in corners. M. Cabanel and M. Bouguereau fill whole rooms with their pale compositions, and--Millet is absent! Has the school of French landscape-painting survived these serious losses? We may reply with confidence that it has. This very year, in the Exposition of the Champs Élysées, the _Haymaking_ of M. Bastien Lepage reveals a great painter. At the Champ de Mars there are admirable landscapes by living artists--Hanoteau, who with such masterly power of execution bends and crooks in every direction the knotted branches of his giant oaks; Émile Breton, painter of the melancholy scenes of winter; Harpignies, faithful interpreter of the varying aspects of the valley of the Allier under all the changes of day and season; Eugène Feyen and Feyen-Perrin, who delight us with the sea-coast of Brittany and its fisher-women and bathing-women; Van-Marcke, who is less than the successor, but more than the imitator, of Troyon; and finally, MM. Pelouse and Ségé, representatives of new forces and processes. Americans are supposed in Paris to prefer highly-finished and elaborate work, like that of Gérôme, but I have seen in America examples of the painter who elaborates least of all, who lays on his colors in the boldest manner--in a word, the painter of general effect, Isabey. It is refreshing to meet again, here, his _Wedding-Feast_, a delightful repose to the eye, almost wearied with minute perfection of detail.