Portrait of a Woman

Portrait of an Indian Family

Frank Hamilton Cushing

Nocturne, The Solent

Ruth B. Moran

Mourning Her Brave

Tower Fall

“Just below our camp the creek makes a semicircular turn and flowing in a succession of cascades for a short distance suddenly dashes over the edge of the precipice and falls one hundred and fifty-six feet to the bottom of the canyon. . . . The rocks, from the action of the weather and the water, have been eroded, so as to leave high towers standing along the banks. . . . as though stationed there to guard it.”¹ —Albert Charles Peale, 1871

The Doll

Still Life

Watching the Breakers