Biographical Anecdotes of William Hogarth, With a Catalogue of His WorksNichols, John
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Biographical Anecdotes of William Hogarth, With a Catalogue of His Works
Nichols, John
Hogarth, William, 1697-1764
_Europe_ on fire; _France, Germany, Spain,_ in flames, which are
extending to _Great Britain_. This desolation continued and assisted
by Mr. _Pitt_, under the figure of King _Henry_ VIII. with bellows
increasing the mischief which others are striving to abate. He is
mounted on the stilts of the populace. A _Cheshire_ cheese depends
from his neck, with 3000 _l._ on it. This alludes to what he had said
in Parliament--that he would sooner live on a _Cheshire_ cheese and a
shoulder of mutton, than submit to the enemies of _Great Britain_. Lord
_Bute_, attended by _English_ soldiers, sailors, and _Highlanders_,
manages an engine for extinguishing the flames, but is impeded by the
Duke of _Newcastle_, with a wheel-barrow full of _Monitors_ and _North
Britons_, for the purpose of feeding the blaze. The respectable body
under Mr. _Pitt_ are the aldermen of _London_, worshiping the idol
they had set up; whilst the musical King of _Prussia_, who alone is
sure to gain by the war, is amusing himself with a violin amongst his
miserable countrywomen. The picture of the _Indian_ alludes to the
advocates for retaining our _West Indian_ conquests, which, it was
said, would only increase excess and debauchery. The breaking down of
the _Newcastle_-arms, and the drawing up the patriotic ones, refer
to the resignation of that noble Duke, and the appointment of his
successor. The _Dutchman_ smoking his pipe, and a _Fox_ peeping out
behind him, and waiting the issue; the Waggon, with the treasures of
the _Hermione_; the unnecessary marching of the _Militia_, signified by
the _Norfolk_ jig; the Dove with the olive-branch, and the miseries of
war; are all obvious, and perhaps need no explication.
To those already given, however, may be added the following doggrel
verses:
Devouring flames with fury roll
Their curling spires from Pole to Pole,
Wide-spreading devastation dire,
Three kingdoms ready to expire;
Here realms convulsive pant for breath,
And quiver in the arms of death.
Ill-fated isle! _Britannia_ bleeds;
The flames her trait'rous offspring feeds:
Now, now, they seize her vital parts--
O save her from his murd'rous arts!
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