It certainly will please you to read that after my small painting ['First Love', c. 1856] what you have seen in Rotterdam, a large lithography is being made now by Lord Mouilleron, France's first lithographer... It becomes very beautiful. (translation from original Dutch text: Fons Heijnsbroek). (Jozef Israëls)

It certainly will please you to read that after my small painting ['First Love', c. 1856] what you have seen in Rotterdam, a large lithography is being made now by Lord Mouilleron, France's first lithographer... It becomes very beautiful. (translation from original Dutch text: Fons Heijnsbroek).

Jozef Israëls

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