l was well again.

During the siege of Paris he gave both time and money to help the
wounded. "Papa Corot," as the people called him, was greatly beloved.

The demand for his paintings increased. He said that when youth left
him, honor and fame came to make him still the happiest man in the
world.

=Questions about the artist.= In what ways was Corot favored? What did
his father and mother do? What did they hope to make of Corot? Where
was he sent? With whom did he live? Where did they walk? How did this
influence Corot? Upon his return home, what did he do? What did his
employer finally do? What did Corot ask his father? What offer did his
father make? What did Corot decide? What did he do at once? Who came
to watch him? What became of this first painting? Where did Corot go
to study? What subjects did most of the artists of Corot's time choose
to paint? What happened that raised Corot in their estimation? Compare
the subjects chosen by Corot and Millet. Tell about Corot and the
beggar. Why did Corot claim to be the happiest man in the world? Does
this picture make you feel happy or sad? why?

[Illustration: OXEN PLOWING]

OXEN PLOWING

=Questions to arouse interest.= How many of you have ever watched oxen
plowing? How are these oxen geared together? How many oxen usually
draw one plow? Why do you think they use so many in the field? With
what part of the body do the oxen pull the plow? Why is the earth
plowed? How can you tell that the soil these men are plowing is moist
and fertile? In what direction is the sun? (Look at the shadows.) How
is the driver urging the oxen on? Where is the farm house? What do you
consider most interesting about the oxen?

=Original Picture:= Luxembourg Gallery, Paris, France.
=Artist:= Rosa Bonheur (b[+o]'nur'').
=Birthplace:= Bordeaux, France.
=Dates:= Born, 1822; died, 1899.

=The story of the picture.= It must have been very early in the
morning indeed when these men and their oxen started to plow this
great field, for although the sun is still low in the sky, each group
of oxen has already plowed two furrows. By those long shadows and the
light in the sky we know the sun cannot be very high in the heavens,
and there is that about the ground, the occupation, and the distant
trees that suggests the season, spring.

We are told that Rosa Bonheur went out into the country to paint this
picture, and that she had a small shed made into a stu