_June 30, 1808._ _Accommodation, or Lodgings to Let at Portsmouth._ Published by T. Tegg. (219.)--Certain smartly-rigged tars have just come on shore, evidently after a handsome haul in the way of prize-money, as the spruceness of their turn-out evinces. A highly presentable 'salt' has his wife in tow; the lady has evidently taken a share of his good fortune, being dressed in the height of the fashion, with ear-rings, necklets, and chains, heavy enough for cables, to which are suspended miniatures, seals, and watches. The happy pair are evidently about to set up housekeeping, and an advertisement-board has just arrested their attention, conveying the information, 'Lodgings for Single Men and their Wives,' with an invitation to ring the bell. 'Why, Nan,' exclaims the tar to his partner, 'this is the very berth we have been so long looking after!' _June 30, 1808._ _The Welsh Sailor's Mistake, or Tars in Conversation._ Woodward del., Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg, 111 Cheapside. (220.)--The artist has assumed a little poetic licence to perpetrate a jokelet of a very harmless order. Groups of sailors are seated on the forecastle, some perched on coils of rope, others on sea chests; a British tar, on a barrel, with a canister of 'real Oronooko' by his side, is spinning a yarn to his messmates; he has arrived at the exciting incident of his narrative:--'and so then, do you see, David, we sprung a leak!' when his Welsh messmate, who cannot resist this allusion to a reputed national delicacy, rather irrationally interrupts him: 'Cot pless us--and save us--did you? and a ferry coot fetchitable it is; I should have liked to have had a pit with you.' _October 25, 1808._ _A Bill of Fare for Bond Street Epicures._ Woodward del., engraved by T. Rowlandson. Published by T. Tegg. _November 1, 1808._ _Wonderfully Mended; shouldn't have known you again._ One of the series bearing Rowlandson's name, and published by Reeve and Jones, 7 Vere Street.--The scene represents the consulting room of some eminent quack of the day, who, dressed in his morning-gown and slippers, with glasses on nose, is receiving his decrepit and melancholy patients. The comforting assurance given by the practitioner to his patients is, it appears, totally without foundation; all his clients, judging from their condition, being in a fair way to supplement the Bills of Mortality. _November 1, 1808._ _The Last Shift._ Published by Reeve and Jones, 7 Vere Street.--Interior of a pawnbroker's shop; two St. Giles's demireps are shown in the act of raising a loan to replenish their gin bottle, at the expense of their wardrobe.