His son Titus retained a little of his mother's money, and set up as an art dealer in order to help his father.
It is a truly dreary scene, yet Rembrandt still continued to paint, because painting was to him the very breath of life.

He painted Titus over and over again looking like a young prince.

In these later years the portraits of himself increase in number, as if because of the lack of other models.

When we see him old, haggard, and poor in his worn brown painting-clothes, it hardly seems possible that he can be the same Rembrandt as the gay, frolicking man in a plumed hat, holding out the pearls for Saskia.
In his old age he received one more large order from a group of six drapers of Amsterdam for their portraits.

It has been said that the lesson of the miscalled 'Night Watch' had been branded into his soul by misfortune.