‘Boney at Brussels’ is by I. Cruikshank (August 14, 1803), and here he is represented seated on a throne, with a Mameluke, armed with sword and pistol, on each side of him. He is provided with a huge fork in each hand, with which he is greedily feeding himself from dishes provided in the most humble and abject manner by all kinds of great dignitaries. He has his mouth full of an ‘Address to the Deified Consul.’ The next morsel, which is on one of the forks, is ‘To the Grand Consular Deity,’ and the other fork is dug well into ‘We burn with desire to lick the Dust of your Deified feet.’ A prelate begs him to ‘Accept the Keys of Heaven and Hell;’ and other dishes are labelled ‘Act of Submission,’ ‘Your most abject Slave, Terror of France,’ and ‘The Idol of our Hearts, Livers, Lights, Guts, and Garbage, Souls and all.’ ‘John Bull out of all Patience!!’ is by Roberts (August 16, 1803), and represents him in a Cavalry uniform, and a most towering rage, astride of the British Lion, which is swimming across to France. He is shouting out, ‘I’ll be after you, my lads--do you think I’ll stay at home waiting for you? If you mean to come, d--n it, why don’t you come? do you think I put on my regimentals for nothing?’ Boney and his army are running away, the former calling out ‘Dat is right my brave Friends, take to your heels, for here is dat dam Jean Bool coming over on his Lion.’ The subjoined illustration also does duty for ‘The Sorrows of Boney, or Meditations in the Island of Elba, April, 15, 1814,’ but, having priority, it appears here as:-- ‘CROCODILE’S TEARS OR BONAPARTE’S LAMENTATION A NEW SONG. _Tune ‘Bow, wow, wow.’_ By gar, this Johnny Bull--be a very cunning elf, Sir, He by de Arts and Commerce thrive, and so he gain de pelf, Sir; But he no let us rob de land--or else, with naval thunder, He’ll send dat lion bold, Jack Tar, and make us all strike under. Lack, Lack a day, fal lal, &c. By gar, de British Bulvarks be--a very grand annoyance, I’m told, against all EUROPE join’d, they’ve often dar’d defiance! Then what can France and Holland do? By gar, dat day me rue, Sir, When I de peaceful Treaty broke--to England prov’d untrue, Sir. Lack, lack a day, fal lal, &c. And then, when in von passion thrown, by gar, I took occasion, To shew de _Gasconade de France_! and threat them with Invasion! John Bull, he made at me de scoff, and call’d me Gasconader, By gar, me find he ne’er will flinch--from any French Invader! Lack, lack a day, fal lal, &c. And now, what vex me worse than all, John Bull prepare for war, Sir, For, fraught with vengeance, he send out that valiant dog, Jack Tar, Sir, By gar, he sweep de Channel clean, and den he mar our sport, Sir, He either take de ships of France, or block them in de port, Sir, Lack, lack a day, fal lal, &c.