For want of space, I have but partially reproduced it. It is described ‘First as a Consular Toad Stool, rising from a Corsican Dunghill, then changing to an Imperial Sun Flower, from that to an Elba fungus’ (where the illustration commences), ‘and lastly to a bunch of Violets, which are so disposed as to represent a _whole length Profile of Buonaparte_, with a bust of _Maria Louisa_, and her Son, the _Prince of Parma_,’ which portraits, undoubtedly existing in the picture, will be a pleasing exercise of patience on the part of my readers to discover. Although not English caricature, I may be pardoned for giving, as a type of then French feeling, a song sung by the troops amongst themselves. It is full of slang of the period, which the notes will elucidate:-- Pendant que Louis Dix-huit à gogo[45] Mangeait, buvait, faisait dodo,[46] Un beau jour, le Papa Quitte son île, et le voilà! _Chorus._ Chantons le père de la violette Au bruit de sons,[47] et de canons! Quand à la cour on sait cela, Le Comte d’Artois monte son dada,[48] Mais pour barrer le Papa, Il faut un autre luron[49] que ça! Chantons, &c. During Napoleon’s exile Josephine had died, on May 29. She had lived quite long enough, and had experienced as many, and as great, vicissitudes as any woman. In June the Emperor of Russia, the King of Prussia and his sons, with a numerous suite, visited London, and were made LL.D.’s at Oxford, great fun being made at the time about conferring the degree on Blücher, _Dr._ Blücher figuring in many caricatures. ‘John Bull mad with Joy! or the First of August 1814,’ shows the old fellow in ecstasies of delight. He has thrown away his hat, and is waving his wig, dancing all the time. The Prince Regent says, ‘Ah, ha! Johnny, I knew you’d be delighted,’ and shows him the ‘Bill of Fare of the Grand National Jubilee for the Peace of 1814. Hyde Park--A grand fair--Mess^{rs} Gyngall, Richardson, and Punches shows--a grand sea fight upon the Serpentine--Fireworks in Kensington Gardens--plenty of gin and beer--St. James’ Park--a Balloon--Chinese bridge and Pagoda--Boat race on the Canal--fireworks--plenty of port, sherry, claret, champagne, &c., &c., &c. Green Park--Castle and Temple--Fireworks and Royal Booths.’ In his right hand the capering and joyous John swings a miniature gallows, on which hang the prince’s enemies, and he cries out in his joy, ‘Huzza for the Prince of Princes! Damn the lying London Papers! May Whitbread be drown’d in one of his own butts! and Tierney be choked with his long speeches. Here I have your enemies as they should be! I shall stick this in my Corn field to frighten the Crows! so Huzza, again and again, for the Prince of Princes.’