People of England! Sons of my beloved glorious Country! You are now called upon by the women of your Country to protect them--Can you refuse to hear us? Can you bear the thought of not only seeing _us_ used with insult and barbarity,--of seeing your country bleed at every pore, but of being the occasion of these dreadful evils, in consequence of your mistaken opinions, and by suffering yourselves to be deceived, and cajoled, by foreign, ill designing wretches, who have only our, and your, ruin at heart. Attend, Men of England,--you who may give conquest to your Country, safety to us, and everlasting glory to yourselves--Attend, Men of England, to the _solemn_ truths told you by an honest ENGLISHWOMAN. It is a weak spot in these lucubrations that very few of them are dated, so that it is impossible to arrange them, like the illustrations, in chronological sequence. But this is of little matter; the situation was the same, whatever might be the month. [Illustration] J. Smith (June 25, 1803) etched King George ‘Playing at Bubbles.’ The monarch is seated before a large tub of soap-suds, amusing himself by blowing bubbles, which are _Napoleon, flat-bottomed boats, invasion, and little ships_--and, judging by the king’s placid countenance, caring very little for his creations. A very excellent example of caricature is Gillray’s ‘King of Brobdingnag and Gulliver’ (June 26, 1803). The burly king has the diminutive Bonaparte in the palm of his hand and is critically examining him through his glass. Says he, ‘My little friend Grildrig you have made a most admirable panegyric upon yourself and country, but from what I can gather from your own relation, and the answers I have with much pains wring’d and extorted from you, I cannot but conclude you to be one of the most pernicious little odious reptiles that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the Earth.’ And, indeed, he well deserved this character, if he were anything like the demon the English sought to make him out. In one of the handbills, however, is a quotation from ‘Denon’s Travels in Egypt,’ which is wrested to serve its purpose in fomenting the Invasion furor. To the infamous WRETCH, if there be such an one in England, who dares to talk of, or even hopes to find _Mercy_ in the Breast of the _Corsican Bonaparte_, the _eternal sworn Foe of England_, the Conqueror and Grand Subjugator of France. If there be any Englishmen so base, or so foolish, as to wish to trust to the _Mercy_ of a French _Invading Army_, let him read that which follows:--The accuracy and veracity of the account cannot be doubted, it being an Extract from a Book, not only written under the inspection of the French Government, but, moreover, dedicated to the _Grand Consul_.