Bufaux is one of the promising painters of the younger French school. His work is but little known in America, but in coming years the influence of his genius and skill will doubtless be greatly felt on this side of the Atlantic wherever true art is loved and honored. In "Baby's Bath" he has painted a picture which tells its own story to every mother's heart, and which requires neither comment nor explanation. It is a touch of realism, with a shade of humor in it, but withal a deep and tender sentiment of affection and care. How gently the clinging child is placed in the tub, from which it instinctively shrinks. How true to life the little hand clasps the narrow band of drapery which spans the mother's shoulder, revealing yet more of the beautiful form from which it received its life and love and care. The mother has laid aside her garments and prepared for the daily episode in baby's life, that with greater freedom she may enter into the rollicking sport of the healthy cherub in the bath-tub. Even the maid-of-all-work is interested to wait and watch for a moment the frolics of the youngster. It is evidently a moment of supreme interest to that small household, and one which no doubt would draw an appreciative audience in any home where the joyous laugh and innocent prattle of children are among the simple delights. The crude conveniences, or inconveniences, of French or even Parisian homes are manifest in the movable bath-tub, and the necessity of bringing from some court-yard fountain all the water used in household economy.