The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 1. (of 2)Jerrold, Blanchard
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The Life of George Cruikshank in Two Epochs, Vol. 1. (of 2)
Jerrold, Blanchard
Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878
“Political Lectures on Tails,” in which the Prince Regent, Lord Eldon,
the Marquis of Conyngham, Lord Castlereagh, and Mr. Wilberforce figured;
the King led blindfolded by his evil advisers, Lords Sidmouth and
Castlereagh; to say nothing of “The Political Apple Pie,” “The
Constitutional Apple Pie,” “The Men in the Moon,” “The Man in the
Moon,” and the “Political Quixote.” The satirical grotesque force and
plentifulness of point in these streams of running pictorial commentary
on current events, show the acuteness of the artist’s intellect, as well
as the sleeplessness of his power of observation, the tenderness of his
sympathies, and his alertness as a moralist. Moore, dressed as a rough
Irish peasant, holding Erin’s harp in one hand, and a shillelagh in the
other, to protect a basketful of poems on his arm--while Old Nick is
putting a rope round one of his legs, and the other is fettered with the
twopenny post bag--is called “Erin’s Pocket Apollo.” Under the title
of “The Botley Showman,” William Cobbett is presented, with a peepshow,
through which a crone looks, while the devil is grinding a tune on an
organ. The proprietor announces the Hampshire Hog and Tom Paine’s bones,
a flag floats above, inscribed ‘How to raise the Wind;’ while a bumpkin
and his boy look on horror-struck by the idea of the bones being in
the box. This drawing is supplemented by a tail-piece, in which we see
Cobbett going in a cart to a place of execution, followed by the devil
carrying his coffin. And now we light upon Hone tied to a whipping-post,
with his companion Old Nick. Lord Castlereagh is holding up the Radical
rascal’s coat-tails, and flogging him, to the delight of Lord Sidmouth
and Vansittart, who are looking on. The moral to this caricature, which
is entitled “A Printer and his Devil Restrained,” is given in an apt
quotation, in Cruikshank’s usual manner:--
_Lucio_. “Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this
restraint?”
_Claud._ “From too much liberty, my Lucio,--liberty.
A surfeit is the father of much fast;
So every scope, by the immoderate use,
Turns to restraint.”
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