Marken is an island in the Zuyder Zee. The central figure shows how the women combine picturesque costume with hard work. To the right are some children playing with a toy windmill on a small mound, the model of the means which preserve Holland from the sea.
Which face is the prettier, that of the grandmother who has learnt life's lessons, or that of the baby who has not yet forgotten "the palace whence we came?"
Our birth is but a sleep and forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God who is out home:
Heaven lies about us in our fancy! --Wordsworth
They don't seem to be teetotallers and yet they are in no mischief. Any excuse is enough to make us enjoy ourselves, when we have good company and a fine day.
A beautiful picture of a child who thinks and feels more than he can say. There is a look in his eyes which shows that conscience is troublesome after thoughtlessness; for "Evil is wrough by want of thought As well as want of heart." --T. Hood.
"The greatest boon of the age," said J.R. Green, the historian and East Londoner, is a cheap photography: it links scattered families, of which the little maiden counts the pussy as part.