Meissonier avenged himself magnificently for the privations of his youth.
In the first Meissonier tells you the whole story to the very end.
Meissonier was still a great artist, yet he was human and his effects were now believed to be gotten by natural methods.
I can paint; I know I could paint better than Meissonier, at any rate.
The methodical despoiler did not so much as turn his head as he placed the Meissonier on the chest and deftly cut out the canvas.
And he crossed over to Madame Lamotte, who was still in front of the Meissonier.
And who thinks of anything else when Meissonier paints a charge?
When only sixteen years of age, Meissonier exhibited for the first time.
What I saw now most vividly suggested old-time battle pictures by Meissonier or Dtaill.
Then she led them to a picture by a French artist, Meissonier.