Robert Cheseman with his Falcon--_Hans Holbein, the Younger_ The Berkshire Hills--_George Inness_ The Old Shepherd's Chief Mourner--_Sir Edwin Henry Landseer_ The Artist's Portrait--_Tommaso Masaccio_ Acis and Galatea--_Claude Lorrain_ Retreat from Moscow--_Jean Louis Ernest Meissonier_ The Angelus--_Jean François Millet_ The Immaculate Conception--_Murillo (Bartolomé Estéban)_ Haystack in Sunshine--_Claude Monet_ The Sistine Madonna--_Raphael (Sanzio)_ The Night Watch--_Rembrandt (Van Rijn)_ The Duchess of Devonshire and Her Daughter--_Sir Joshua Reynolds_ The Infant Jesus and St. John--_Peter Paul Rubens_ Carmencita--_John Singer Sargent_ The Miracle of St. Mark--_Tintoretto (Jacopo Robusti)_ The Artist's Daughter, Lavinia--_Titian (Tiziano Vecelli)_ The Fighting Téméraire--_Joseph Mallord William Turner_ The Children of Charles the First--_Sir Anthony Van Dyck_ Equestrian Portrait of Don Balthasar Carlos--_Velasquez (Diego Rodriguez de Silva)_ The Marriage at Cana--_Paul Veronese_ The Death of Wolfe--_Sir Benjamin West_ The Artist's Two Sons--_Peter Paul Rubens_ The Last Supper--_Leonardo da Vinci_ Fête Champêtre--_Jean Antoine Watteau_ I ANDREA DEL SARTO (Pronounced Ahn'dray-ah del Sar'to) _Florentine School_ 1486-1531 _Pupil of Piero di Cosimo_ Italian painters received their names in peculiar ways. This man's father was a tailor; and the artist was named after his father's profession. He was in fact "the Tailor's Andrea," and his father's name was Angelo. One story of this brilliant painter which reads from first to last like a romance has been told by the poet, Browning, who dresses up fact so as to smother it a little, but there is truth at the bottom. Andrea married a wife whom he loved tenderly. She had a beautiful face that seemed full of spirituality and feeling, and Andrea painted it over and over again. The artist loved his work and dreamed always of the great things that he should do; but he was so much in love with his wife that he was dependent on her smile for all that he did which was well done, and her frown plunged him into despair. Andrea's wife cared nothing for his genius, painting did not interest her, and she had no worthy ambition for her husband, but she loved fine clothes and good living, and so encouraged him enough to keep him earning these things for her. As soon as some money was made she would persuade him to work no more till it was spent; and even when he had made agreements to paint certain pictures for which he was paid in advance she would torment him till he gave all of his time to her whims, neglected his duty and spent the money for which he had rendered no service. Thus in time he became actually dishonest, as we shall see. It is a sad sort of story to tell of so brilliant a young man.