‘So! your poor friend Nap Boney is kick’d from a throne, And must sit on a stool close at Elba alone.’ ‘He is _not_ poor,’ said Nic, ‘he has got fat and grown flabby.’ ‘He has also,’ said John, ‘got the Itch, or grown scabby. For not even his wife will consent to go nigh him; And all his old Mamelukes flout and defy him; Perhaps thou, in pity, will lift up his latch, And rub him with Brimstone or help him to scratch. Pray go, and take with thee the birds of thy feather, And all catch the Itch, or grow scabby together.’ [Illustration: WHAT I WAS. A CRUEL TYRANT. WHAT I AM. A SNIVELLING WRETCH. WHAT I OUGHT TO BE. HUNG FOR A FOOL. These three pictures are all on one plate, and are by Rowlandson, published May 1, 1814. ] ‘Needs must when Wellington Drives, or Louis’s Return!!’ (May 1814) is a very badly drawn picture by Marks. Louis the Eighteenth, unable to walk, by reason of the gout, is being drawn along in a sort of Bath chair by Napoleon, and attended on either side by Blücher and Wellington. The latter is punishing poor Napoleon with a birch-rod, saying meanwhile, ‘I desire, you will sing God save the King.’ Boney, with his handkerchief to his eyes, says, ‘I’ll be d--d if I do.’ Blücher is of opinion, ‘You’l be d--d whether you do or not.’ A very commonplace caricature is ‘The Tyrant, overtaken by Justice, is excluded from the world,’ and it would not be noticed here did it not introduce us to a new artist, L. M. (? Lewis Marks). Napoleon, chained to his rock, disconsolately gazes at that world which he may not reach, the Devil meanwhile pointing the finger of scorn at him (May 1814). In ‘the departure of Apollo and the Muses--or Farewell to Paris’ (May 1814), by I. Sidebotham, we have the restitution of the art treasures, taken by Napoleon, to their different owners--a long string of waggons, filled with pictures, &c., are labelled Holland, Italy, Venice, Berlin, and Vienna. Louis the Eighteenth, at the Louvre, laments it, and says, ‘Dear Talley, persuade them to leave us a few of these pretty things for my _chambers_, they will pacify the Deputies, and amuse the people.’ Talleyrand replies, ‘I have tried every scheme to retain them, but it seems they have _at last_ found us out, and are not to be humbug’d any longer.’ Apollo and the Muses have mounted a fine gold car, which is drawn, not only by horses, but by the British Lion as well--the former being postilioned by Blücher; the latter by the Duke of Wellington, who calls out, ‘Go along, Blucher, let us haste to restore the stolen Goods.’ [Illustration: THE INHABITANTS OF ELBA. NAPOLEON LANDING AT ELBA.] Of his entry into Elba the poet thus sings:--