Rowlandson the Caricaturist; a Selection from His Works. Vol. 2Grego, Joseph
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Rowlandson the Caricaturist; a Selection from His Works. Vol. 2
Grego, Joseph
English wit and humor, Pictorial; Rowlandson, Thomas, 1756-1827
_April 10, 1811._ _A Picture of Misery._ Published by T. Tegg
(70).--The bare and chilling chamber is occupied by a leaden-hued and
sordid-looking miser, opposite to whom is seated an individual of
starved aspect; a pinched and shrivelled old beldame is seen at the
door. A table of interest is the only literature the room can boast.
The miser is crouching before the grate, and snuffing out the single
candle for economy. Above the usurer hangs his own portrait; he is
painted congenially occupied in weighing guineas; a list of securities,
'Stock Ex., Bank Stock, 3 per Cents., Imperial, Omnium, South Sea,
Exchequer, Lottery,' &c., recalls sweet reflections. Below are the
lines:--
Iron was his chest, iron was his door;
His hand was iron, and his heart was more.
_April 12, 1811._ _Puss in Boots, or General Junot taken by Surprise._
Rowlandson del. Published by T. Tegg (71).--A dashing young damsel has
secured the jack-boots, cocked-hat, and long sword of General Junot,
and is assuming valiant airs, dressed in these borrowed plumes, and
threatening the French commander--who is helpless and in bed--with his
own weapons.
_April 14, 1811._ _Nursing the Spawn of a Tyrant, or Frenchmen Sick
of the Breed._ Published by T. Tegg.--The Empress of the French is
in consternation at the precocious fury of her progeny, who, with an
orb in one hand and a dagger in the other, is threatening destruction
around; while the Emperor is listening behind a curtain; the pope and
other Roman-Catholic hierarchs are offering 'composing draughts,' and
suggesting to send the infantine monster to his supposed diabolical
'grandpapa' as quickly as possible. The Empress is thus proclaiming the
terrors of her situation: 'There's no condition sure so curst as mine!
Day and night to dandle such a dragon--the little angry cur snarls
while it feeds; see how the blood is settled in his scarecrow face;
what brutal mischief sits upon his brow. Rage and vengeance sparkle in
his cheeks; the very spawn and spit of its tyrant father. Nay, now I
look again, he is the very picture of his grandfather, _the Devil_!'
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