Charles etched (July 15, 1815) ‘The Bone-a-part in a fresh place.’ This represents Bonaparte caught in a spring man-trap, which has broken his leg. He surrenders his sword to John Bull, who is dressed as a gardener: ‘Here take this Mr. Bull, you have me in your power--I must trust to your usual generosity, and most humbly acknowledge that I am truly sorry I ever came here.’ John Bull makes no answer, but soliloquises thus instead: ‘He has plundered most of his neighbours’ Gardens, but I thought he would be sorry if ever he set his foot in mine. I suppose this big sword is what he intended to cut my cabbages with, and perhaps my head too! but I’ll have it for a pruning knife, ’twill serve me to lop his Branches with, if any should spring up after I have taken care of him.’ G. Cruikshank, in August 1815, published a contrast--‘Buonaparte on the 17th of June--Buonaparte on the 17th of July, 1815.’ On the former date he is seen vapouring on the French coast, flourishing his sword, and calling out, ‘Ha, ha, you Bull beast, you Blackguard Islander, you see I am come back again, and now you shall see what I shall do with you, you wretch! you thought I was done over, did you? you thought I was going to stay at Elba? D--n all Elbas, abdications, Englishmen and their Allies. I’ll play Hell with them all.’ John Bull, seated securely on his own shore, calmly enjoying his tankard of ale and his long clay pipe, puffs out a huge mouthful of smoke at his adversary, with a contemptuous ‘You may be d--d. I’ll make a Tobacco stopper of you.’ But within one short month what a change had come over the scene! Napoleon, a weeping, kneeling suppliant, on board the ‘Bellerophon,’ moans out:-- O good Mr. Bull! I wish you to know (Although you are my greatest foe,) That my career is at an end: And I wish you now to stand my friend. For, though at the Battle of Waterloo I was by you beat black & blue, Yet you see I wish to live with you, For I’m sure what is said of your goodness is true. And now if in England you’ll let me remain I ne’er will be guilty of bad Tricks again. John Bull, however, knowing the slippery customer he has to deal with, reflects: ‘Let me see;--first of all you sprung from the _Island_ of _Corsica_, and when you was kick’d out of France, and went to the _Island_ of _Elba_, you made another spring into France again.--And now when you are kick’d out of France a second time, you want to come and live on my _Island_--But it won’t do, Master Boney;--you’ll be making another spring into France again, I suppose--so I tell you what--I’ll send you to the _Island_ of _St. Helena_, and we’ll see what sort of a spring you’ll make then.’