_July 15, 1812._ _A Seaman's Wife's Reckoning._ Published by T. Tegg (275), Woodward delin., Rowlandson sculp.--An old salt, with his dog at his elbow, is seated beside his blooming daughter-in-law, a pretty young mother, dandling a fine infant; the lady is using her eloquence and trying to flatter this obdurate relative into confidence in her story. The experienced mariner is declaring, 'Why, d'ye see, I am an old seaman, and not easily imposed upon. I say that can't be my son Jack's child. Why, he has not been married but three months, and during that time he has been at sea--the thing is impossible! You may as well tell me that my ship Nancy goes nine knots an hour in a dead calm. And now I look again it's the very picture of Peter Wilkins, the soap-boiler.' The fair object of suspicion is by no means confounded at this logical deduction. 'My dear father-in-law, I'll make it out very easily--Jack has been married to me three months,--very well,--I have been with child three months,--which makes _six_,--then he has been at sea three months, has not he?--and that just makes up the _nine_!' The fortunate husband, who sports a new rig-out--with a bright bandanna round his neck, and his pipe stuck in the band of his hat--is lurching into the apartment with a sea-roll. He is quite satisfied with his wife's arithmetic, and is arguing on the side of his tender partner: 'Father, father, don't be too hard upon Poll; I know something about the logbook myself, and dash me but she has kept her reckoning like a true seaman's wife!' _July 15, 1812._ _The Secret History of Crim Con._ Plate 1. Published by T. Tegg (161). _July 15, 1812._ _The Secret History of Crim Con._ Plate 2. Published by T. Tegg (161). _August 29, 1812._ _Setting out for Margate._ Woodward del., Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg (166).--A stout citizen, smartly clad, with his wife, whose apparel is still more festive, are setting out upon a holiday excursion. The heads of two geese are hanging over the coat-tails of the cockney traveller: 'Why, my dove, I am loaded with provisions, like a tilt-cart on a fair-day, and my pockets stick out just as if I was just returned from a City feast.' The correct partner of his joys is responding, 'Don't be so _wulgar_, Mr. Dripping; you are now going among genteel folks, and must behave yourself. We shall want all the _wickalls_ on the _woyage_, depend upon it. Bless me, how _varm_ it is! I am all over in a muck!' To them enters their foreman: 'An' please you, master and missis, the sailor-man has sent word as how the _wessel_ is ready to swim!' _August 30, 1812._ _The Sweet Pea._ Published by H. Humphrey, 27 St. James's Street.