I. Cruikshank drew a not very interesting caricature, (June 10, 1803) of ‘The Scarecrow’s arrival, or Honest PAT giving them an Irish Welcome.’ Napoleon, as a skeleton, is leading an army of skeletons, who are wading through the sea. He is just putting his foot on the shore, and, to encourage his troops, calls out, ‘Now, my boys, halloo away--vil frighten Mr. Bull out of his wits, we vil make them quake like the Dutch, the Italian, the Swiss, and the rest of our Friends.’ But a sturdy Irishman receives them with a shovelfull of mud in their faces. ‘Och it is your own pratty figure it is, Master Bonny, d’ye think that Pat was to be blarney’d by such Scare Crows. No, no, Bother, the time is gone by: Pat’s Eyes are wide open, and, look ye, if you don’t immediately jump into the Sea to save your lives, I will shovel you all there to save mine.’ Here is a stirring appeal to the army:-- BRAVE SOLDIERS. _Defenders of your_ COUNTRY. The road to glory is open before you.--Pursue the great career of your forefathers, and rival them in the field of honour. _A proud and usurping_ TYRANT (a name ever execrated by Englishmen) dares to _threaten our shores with_ INVASION, _and to reduce the free born Sons of Britain to_ SLAVERY _and_ SERVITUDE. Forgetting what English Soldiers are capable of, and ranking them with the hirelings of the powers who have fallen his prey on the Continent, he supposes his threat easily executed. _Give him a lesson, my brave Countrymen, that he will not easily forget, and that France may have by heart, for a Century to come!_ Neither the vaunting Hero (who deserted his own Comrades and Soldiers in Egypt), nor the French Army, have ever been able to cope with British valour when fairly opposed to it. Our Ancestors declared that ONE ENGLISHMAN _was ever a match for_ THREE FRENCHMEN--and that man to man was too great odds in our favour. We have but to feel their sentiments, to confirm them--you will find that their declaration was founded on experience; and that even in our day, within these three years, an army of your brave Comrades has convinced its admiring Country, that the balance is still as great as ever, against the enemy. Our EDWARD, _the illustrious Black Prince, laid waste the country of France, to the Gates of Paris, and, on the Plains of Cressy, left 11 Princes and 30,000 men dead upon the Field of Battle--a greater number than the whole English Army boasted at the beginning of the action_. The same heroic Prince, having annihilated the Fleet of France, _entirely routed her Army at Poictiers, took her King prisoner, and brought him Captive to London, with thousands of his Nobles and People, and all this against an Army_ SIX TIMES AS NUMEROUS AS THAT OF THE ENGLISH! Did not our Harry the Fifth invade France, and at Agincourt _oppose an Army of 9,000 men, sickly,