Certainly ‘Nap and his Partner Joe’ is not one of Rowlandson’s happiest efforts (September 29, 1808). Some Dons are kicking the brothers into the gaping jaws of a devil, singing meanwhile, ‘So seeing we were finely nick’d. Plump to the Devil we boldly kick’d. Both _Nap_ and his Partner _Joe_.’ [Illustration] ‘Nap and His fiends in their glory’ (October 1, 1808) shews him, his brother Joseph, Death, and the Devil, carousing. Napoleon is rising and giving a toast. ‘Come, gentlemen, here is success to Plunder and Massacre.’ There is below a song to the tune of ‘Drops of Brandy.’ NAP. These Spaniards are terrible rogues, They will not submit to my fetters; With patience so gracefully worn, Nay, sought for, by Nations their betters. But let us return to the Charge And no longer with lenity treat them. Once get them to lay down their arms, And I warrant, brave boys, we shall beat them. Rum ti iddidy--iddidy Rum ti iddidy--ido. DEATH. Brother Boney, we’ll never despair, A trusty good friend I have found you. Kill, plunder, and burn and destroy, And deal desolation around you. Then gaily let’s push round the glass, We’ll sing and we’ll riot and revel, And I’m sure we shall have on our side Our very good friend, here, the Devil. Rum ti, &c. THE DEVIL. Believe me, friend Death, you are right. Although I’m an ugly old fellow, When mischief is getting afloat, O! then I am jolly and mellow. As soon as these Spaniards are crush’d, Again we’ll be merry and sing Sirs, And that we will quickly accomplish, And _Joey_ here, he shall be King, Sirs. Rum ti, &c. DON JOEY. Excuse me from lending my aid, You may jointly pursue them and spike them; But lately, I’ve seen them--and own, I speak the plain truth,--I don’t like them. They _Liberty_ cherish so dear, That they constantly make her their guide, O, Who pleases may make themselves King, But may I be d--d if I do. Rum ti, &c. [Illustration: APOLLYON, THE DEVIL’S GENERALISSIMO, ADDRESSING HIS LEGIONS.]