Many pieces bear the portrait of Perry and the words of his famous dispatch, “We have met the enemy and they are ours.” I never look at a Perry pitcher without thinking with interest and pleasure of this brave young captain, who was only twenty-seven years old when he achieved his famous victory. He fought the fierce naval battle clad in his sailor’s suit, but changed at the last to his full-dress uniform in order to receive the surrendering English officer with full dignity. Nor do I ever see the jolly round face of Hull on pitcher or mug without thinking of his comical appearance during the naval battle between the Constitution and the Guerrière, in which he won such deserved honors. Hull was very fat, and being somewhat dandified wore very tight breeches. When, in that fierce contest, he gave his first roar of command to the gunners, “Now, boys, pour into them—Free Trade and Seamen’s Rights!” he bent over twice in his intense excitement and split his tight breeches from waistband to knee. He was more of a soldier than a dandy, however, for he finished the battle and captured the English ship in that “undress uniform.” Of course the pitchers decorated with American subjects are most interesting to Americans, but there are many other Liverpool pitchers found in New England, which bear, instead of American heroes and battles, such lines as these: “Dear Tom this brown jug Which now foams with new ale, Out of which I will drink To sweet Nan of the Vale.” Another has the jovial inscription, “One Pot more—and then—why then—Another Pot of course.” And this sharp warning is given to those who would wish to drink and not to pay: “Customers came and I did trust ’em, So I lost my money and my custom, And to lose both it grieves me sore, So I am resolved to trust no more.” A few pieces bear less decorous and elegant verses, such as the mug deriding the Established Church, labelled, “Tythe in Kind or the Sow’s Revenge.” A clergyman bent on collecting tithes is being attacked by a sow in a pigsty. The farmer’s family are laughing while the parson is crying out: “The fattest pig it is my due; Oh! save me from the wicked sow.” Another pitcher has a fling at the Romish Church, for it bears a likeness of his Satanic Majesty and of a priest, with the words, “When Pope absolves The Devil smiles.”