_Trafficorum_ is represented by a long-haired, hook-nosed, shrewd-eyed Jew pedlar, wearing an unkempt beard; round his neck hangs the suggestive hawker's box, with the multifarious contents of the pack displayed; scissors, tape, ribands, spectacles, purses, razors, combs, knives, forks and spoons, watches, trinkets, necklaces, ear-rings, buckles, and an infinity of similar articles, disclose the identity of _Trafficorum_. _Barberorum._--The head of a French hair-dresser does duty for this figure; a comb is stuck in the lengthy locks, and a white apron is pinned under the shaven chin. Implements properly pertaining to the barber's calling are introduced to form a trophy; a string of wigs of all colours and shapes, a block, powder-bags, curling-irons, tongs, combs, scissors, tooth brushes, razors and Packwood's strops, flasks of scent, eau de Luce, lotions, boxes of pommades, rouge, &c., furnish forth emblemata of the hair-dressing _Barberorum_. _Flora_ is represented by a sweetly innocent flower-seller, whose soft and winning face appears above clusters of roses, lilies, tulips, bluebells, and other flowers, while beneath the attributes of _Flora_ are completed by a basket of fruits and vegetables. _Lawyerorum_ very significantly closes the series of emblematical heads. The counsel is a hard-featured, sharp, close, shrewd, and long-headed looking individual, attired in his horsehair wig, and festooned around with the sweets of his profession--_Affidavits_, _Subpoenæ_, _Perjuries_, _Bankrupts enlarged_, '_Wills made on the shortest notice_,' _Writs of Error_, _Clausum Friget_, _Bills of Costs_, _Declarations_, _Actions between John Doe and Richard Roe_, _Warrants for assaults_, _Habeas Corpus_, _Suits in Chancery_, _Lists of Informations_, _Quirks_, _Quibbles_, _Briefs_, _Title-deeds_, _Statutes at large_, bags of _causes_, ponderous legal volumes; the emblemata are significantly supported by a well-filled brief bag, plethoric with 'cash received on clients' accounts, not paid over.' 1800. _A Peep into Bethlehem._ Ah! then dismounted from his spavin'd hack, To Bethlehem's walls, with Burke, I saw him borne, There the straight waistcoat close embrac'd his back: While Peggy's wreath of straw did either brow adorn, And there they sit, two grinners, _vis-a-vis_; He writing Grub Street verse, Burke ranting rhapsody. _Vide Melancholy Catastrophe_, _by_ PETER FIG, Esq. The bard Peter Pindar is leaning his elbows on a sheet of verses lately commenced, 'An Ode to Paine,' his poems the 'Lousiad,' 'Pension,' 'Ode upon Ode,' &c., are scattered on the ground. Burke, with a shaven head, and wearing a rosary round his neck, is declaiming impassioned eloquence, while his foot is trampling upon two volumes, the 'Rights of Man,' and 'Common Sense,' with Peter Pindar's 'Ode upon Ode.'