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![]() | Domestic Happiness 1849 Detroit Institute of Arts Detroit, MI | Unrated | Anonymous | |
![]() | Conversation Piece ca. 1851–52 Metropolitan Museum of Art New York, NY | Unrated | Anonymous | |
![]() | The Dogged Class 1885 Cincinnati Art Museum Cincinnati, OH | ![]() The Dogged Class depicts a sumptuously dressed girl leading her “pupils” in a lesson of discipline. Her dogs seem to take on human reactions and feelings, as their attentive expressions lend humor to the scene. | Unrated | Anonymous |
![]() | Listening To Father's Watch 1857 Currier Museum of Art Manchester, NH | Unrated | Anonymous | |
![]() | The Young Husband: First Marketing circa 1854 Hunter Museum of American Art Chattanooga, TN | Unrated | Anonymous | |
![]() | Peeling Onions ca. 1852 Memorial Art Gallery of the University of Rochester Rochester, NY | Unrated | Anonymous | |
| The Artist And Her Family At A Fourth Of July Picnic ca. 1864 National Museum of Women in the Arts Washington, D.C. | ![]() Lilly Martin Spencer's The Artist and Her Family at a Fourth of July Picnic depicts an idyllic scene in which well-dressed, middle-class Americans have gathered to celebrate their country's independence by eating, drinking, and entertaining one another. Sprawled on the ground at the center of the picture is the painter's husband, whose weight has... | Unrated | Anonymous | |
![]() | This Little Pig Went To Market 1857 New Britain Museum of American Art New Britain, CT | ![]() Description: A mother holds a child on her lap and touches his toes. They sit beside a curtained cradle. The mother wears a green dressing gown with elaborately designed borders and a white lace nightgown. Her green slippers rest on a red foot cushion. | Unrated | Anonymous |
![]() | Benjamin Rush Spencer 1848-1852 Smithsonian American Art Museum Washington, D.C. | Unrated | Anonymous | |
![]() | We Both Must Fade (Mrs. Fithian) 1869 Smithsonian American Art Museum Washington, D.C. | ![]() Mrs. Fithian stands before a mirror, admiring the tokens that others have given in praise of her beauty. She wears lace and pearls, and a blue gown that has just been taken from its box. But like the rose in her hand with its falling petals, her beauty will fade, and with it, all the pleasures the world can provide. The extinguished lamps, which... | Unrated | Anonymous |
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