french engraving


Charles Le Brun (1619–1690, France)

A series of lithographic drawings illustrative of the relation between the human physiognomy and that of the brute creation

Le Brun was a French painter and art theorist. Declared by Louis XIV “the greatest French artist of all time”, he was a dominant figure in 17th century French art and much influenced by Nicolas Poussin.

The goal of physiognomy is to judge character according to features of the face. Le Brun studied the lines linking different points of the head in a complex geometry which revealed the faculties of the spirit or character. Thus, the angle formed by the axis of the eyes and the eyebrows could lead to various conclusions, depending upon whether or not this angle rose toward the forehead to join the soul or descented toward the nose and mouth, which were considered to be animal features.


Paul Revere (December 21, 1734 O.S. – May 10, 1818)

American silversmith, engraver, early industrialist, and a Patriot in the American Revolution. He is best known for alerting the colonial militia to the approach of British forces before the battles of Lexington and Concord, as dramatized in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, “Paul Revere’s Ride” (1861). (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: 1. Cover detail. 2. “The Boston Massacre, perpetrated on March the 5th, 1770. Printed in colors. Photogravure, after the original engraving by Paul Revere. Size of the original engraving, including the inscription, 97/8x85/8 inches.” 3. Title-page Designed and engraved on copper by E. Davis French in the style classed by book-plate collectors as Jacobean.” 4. “Head-band. Seal of the Massachusetts Charitable Mechanic Association, of which Revere was one of the founders and first President.” 5. “An Indian Gazette. From the illustration in the Royal American Magazine. Size of the original 71/4x63/4 inches.” from Paul Revere and his Engraving By William Loring Andrews. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1901.


Pierre Corneille (6 June 1606 – 1 October 1684) 

French tragedian. He is generally considered one of the three great seventeenth-century French dramatists, along with Molière and Jean Racine. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Title page and illustrations “Jules David del. Pigeot, sc.” from Chefs-d'œuvre de P. Corneille avec une histoire abrégée du théâtre français, une biographie de l'auteur et un choix de notes de divers commentateurs par D. Saucie. Nouvelle éd.Tours: Alfrd mame et Fils, 1867.

Mars and Venus costume ball invitation.  Engraving by Ducourtioux, based on the artwork of Job, (Onfroy de Breville, Jacques Marie Gaston).  Included in the book, Les Menus & Programmes Illustres, by Leon Maillard, 1898.

white orchid [ newt scamander x reader ]

requested by: anon

prompt: [very long so i’m giving the shortened version] newt falls in love with a no-maj that is forced to forget about him and magic, but there’s an evil wizard that seeks to destroy all no-maj’s that were forced to forget about the magical world. and so it is up to newt to save the reader.

chapters: 2. 3.

warnings: angst, fluff, minor violence

words: 939

a/n; pardon if i am not quite on par yet…it has been a busy time in my life. i was afraid i had lost my ability to write. i hope i did not.


Originally posted by blueskyandpudding

 1. the first goodbye is always the saddest

With a hot shuddering breath you hugged yourself, fingers coming to grasp the edges of Newton’s coat – had had given it to you so you wouldn’t get cold – as you blankly stared into the clouded sky of New York city. His lovely scent engulfed you and gulping down a bitter taste you glanced away from the rain before you started to cry. Jacob stood by the edge of the entrance, watching wistfully as Queenie struggled to hold back the fireworks. Tina, behind you, stared into the crumbled flooring whilst Newt himself stood close beside.

Newt Scamander examined your face carefully, fixated by your very essence as salty tears started to pile up behind his eyelid, making the contours of your figure blur every now and then. He wanted to touch you. To feel the flock of curled hair wrap around his finger, to caress the rose petals of your trembling lips, to pull you into a tight embrace and not dare let go. He couldn’t, however, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away either. Over such a short period of time – barely two days ! – the two of you had grown so fond of one another that it was almost sinful to admit. The dashing grin that belonged to him now bloomed on your lips, and the graceful mannerisms of the French were now engraved into him forever. Time seemed to slow; the buzz of the city droned like background music as he, caged in his own mind, tried to move his body and do something before you’d make the first step into fading away for eternity. But he couldn’t move. His heart ached and his bones locked from anxiety.  And so in silence he spiralled down a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as all he could do was memorize each and every detail of your beautiful face.

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Jean Racine (22 December 1639 – 21 April 1699)

French dramatist.

From our stacks: Frontispiece “Racine” and title page from Théatre Complet de J. Racine. Précédé d’une notice par M. Auger. Paris: Librairie de Firmin-Didot et Cie. 1889.