The Salon (official) catalogue contains this year 696 pages. There are 3957 paintings exhibited; 2085 designs, sketches in charcoal and watercolors; 30 engravings on stone, etc.; 111 designs for architecture; 46 specimens of lithography; 701 pieces of sculpture; 305 eaux-fortes; and 54 specimens of monumental art--in all 7280 objects. Though we all thought last year that the number of paintings exhibited was immense, this year the number is 917 more. Alas for the poor critics! How many an additional ache that implies for them! Still, as we have a cozy reading-room at the Palais de l'Industrie--an innovation of this season for the benefit of those who get tired of looking at the pictures and wish to "take a rest"--the weary critic may enter and take a seat (if he can find one unoccupied, which is highly improbable), and there write out his "notes," as I am doing at this moment. While standing in front of a charming picture by Dagnan-Bouveret (_Un Accident_), I felt a soft arm brush gently against mine, and glancing down recognized the capricious Sara Bernhardt. Yes, Sara was there, leaning on the arm of Mr. Stevens, the Belgian painter who is credited with finishing Sara's paintings, and followed by her son Maurice and a little retinue of admirers, mostly young men--artists and actors--and stared at with persistency by all who saw her pass. "There goes Bernhardt!" "Did you see Bernhardt?" were the remarks on all sides. Her head, which bore itself as if quite unaware that a suit for three hundred and fifty thousand francs damages was suspended over it like the sword of Damocles, was covered with a mass of rich auburn-colored hair. She is as changeable as a chameleon in the matter of her hair: I never see her twice with the same colored _chevelure_. The Salon this year contains at least four _good_--one might almost say _great_--pictures. Of these four, the one to which popular opinion seems to award the _grande medaille d'honneur_, is Bastien-Lepage's _Jeanne d'Arc_. This large painting (3-15/100 metres by 3-45/100 metres) represents the Maid at the moment when, seeing the vision of the Virgin, she is inspired to go forth and save her country. A peasant-girl, strong and muscular, she leans against a tree, her face uplifted to heaven and aglow with a noble inspiration. The cottage in the background, the trees and weeds in the middle distance, the distribution of light and the subdued tones of this impressive picture, are all excellent. Some critics object to the artist's perspective, but I fancy that is a bit of hypercriticism. Then comes Fernand Cormon's _Flight of Cain_, suggested by Victor Hugo's lines: Lorsqu' avec ses enfants couverts de peaux de betes, Echevele, livide au milieu des tempetes, Cain se fut enfui de devant Jehovah. This canvas is one of the largest in the Salon--4 by 7 metres. The chief figures are grandly painted and the whole picture is very impressive.