The sort of treatment they are likely to get is clearly set forth in an announcement on the wall. ‘Nap Boney, shaver general to most of the Sovereigns on the Continent, shaves expeditiously, and clean, a few gashes excepted; is ready to undertake any new Customer who is willing to submit to the above.’ His treatment is exemplified by the appearance of Austria, whose gashed face and head is ornamented with strips of court-plaister. He is talking to John Bull, who looks in at a window: ‘Come, Johnny, come in and be shaved, don’t be frightened at the size of the razor, it cuts very clean, I assure you.’ His reply is, ‘By Goles so it seems, and leaves a dom’d sight of gashes behoind, as you and Mynheer can testify!!’ Poor Holland is in even a worse plight than Austria, and is talking to Prussia, who is sitting in a chair, ready lathered for shaving. Says he to the Dutchman: ‘I hope he don’t mean to shave me as he has you, and my neighbour Austria there? I should not sit here so quietly with my face lathered.’ Holland replies: ‘Yaw Mynheer very close shaver, its nix my doll when you are used to it.’ ‘Political Quadrille’ is by Ansell (October 1806), and represents two sets playing that game of cards. One set is composed of George the Third, Russia, Spain, and Prussia. The other consists of Napoleon, Italy, Holland, and Austria. George the Third says: ‘I never had luck when the Curse of Scotland[15] was in my hand--however I have now discarded it--Ay this will do--I have now a strong suit, without a _knave_ among them.’ Russia observes: ‘I never had such luck since I have been a Russian, compleatly bested off the board--but that I must endeavour to forget, and try to play better in future.’ Spain says: ‘I was obliged to play, tho’ it was _forced Spadille_. My Queen deceived me--but however I must not now give myself _Ayres_, as I have lost all my Dollars.’ Prussia remarks: ‘Shall I play or not? If I play, I fear I shall be bested, and if not, they will call me _Prussian Cake_.’ In the other set of players, Napoleon says: ‘I begin to fancy I can play alone--No, I can call a _King_ when I please, I am strong in my suits--besides I know how to finesse my Cards.’ Austria says: ‘For the present I fear the game is up with me, so I _pass_.’ Italy says: ‘I fear it is nearly over with poor _Ponto_.’ Holland reflects: ‘I have got a _King_ without calling one--but I have no _Trump_ now, and I fear I shall lose all my fish.’ Fox died in September 1806, and was buried, October 10, in Westminster Abbey, close to the remains of his rival Pitt. With him were buried the last hopes of a peace with France, and, in October, finding all negotiations unsuccessful (Great Britain requiring Russia to be made a party to the Treaty, which France refused), Lord Lauderdale demanded his passports, and left for England.