meekly replies: 'Aye, its fine talking Nap, but if you had been there, you would not much have liked it-The Spanish Cormorants pursued me in such a manner, that they not only disabled one of my legs, but set me a moulting in such a terrible way that I wonder I had not lost every feather; besides, it got so hot, I could not bear it any longer.'

There is a caricature (September 24, 1808) of ‘A hard passage, or Boney playing Base on the Continent.' He is here represented as playing on the bass viol from the score of the Conquest of Spain and Portugal.' His task seems hard, and he exclaims: 'Plague take it! I never met with so difficult a passage before. But, if I can once get over the Flats, we shall do pretty well, for you see the Key will then change into B sharp.' A muzzled Russian bear is trying to play on the French horn, and says: 'Why that is Natural enough, brother Boney, though this French horn of yours seems rather out of order.'

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CHAPTER XLVI.

PENINSULAR WAR, continued-MEETING AT ERFURT.

'THE Valley of the Shadow of Death' is, as far as I know, the last caricature of Gillray (September 24, 1808) in connection with Napoleon-if, indeed, it can be called a cari

cature, for it is far too serious in its conception Napoleon's situation at the moment is here firmly grasped. He is surrounded by enemies. With notched 'sword in hand, he leads the Russian bear. He is pursued by the German eagle and the spirit of Charles XII. Above is the 'Turkish New Moon Rising in blood,' the obscured portion of which is represented by 'French Influence,' the bright crescent as ' English Influence,' and the whole is dropping blood. A fiery comet, with a tiara as a nucleus (the Pope), is darting thunderbolts of excommunication upon him; whilst Junot and Dupont, shackled together at their necks, amidst clouds, seem to warn him of his fate. Immediately in front of him is a Portuguese wolf, which has broken its

chain, a Sicilian terrier, and the Leo Britannicus.

Death

also appears, lance in one hand, hour-glass in the other, on a mule of 'True Royal Spanish breed.' In the Ditch of Styx is disappearing 'Rex Joseph,' whose hands and crown alone appear above water. Creeping upwards from the slime of the Lethean Ditch, is 'The Rhenish Confederation of starved Rats, crawling out of the Mud,' also 'Dutch Frogs spitting out their spite'; whilst the 'American Rattle Snake is shaking his tail,' and the 'Prussian scarecrow is attempting to fly.'

Certainly Nap and his Partner Joe' is not one of Rowlandson's happiest efforts (September 29, 1808). Some Dons are kicking the brothers into the gaping jaws of a devil, singing meanwhile, ' So seeing we were finely nick'd. Plump to the Devil we boldly kick'd. Both Nap and his Partner Joe,'

Nap and His fiends in their glory' (October 1, 1808) shews him, his brother Joseph, Death, and the Devil,

carousing. Napoleon is rising and giving a toast. 'Come, gentlemen, here is success to Plunder and Massacre.' There is below a song to the tune of Drops of Brandy.'

NAP.

These Spaniards are terrible rogues,
They will not submit to my fetters;
With patience so gracefully worn,

Nay, sought for, by Nations their betters.
But let us return to the Charge

And no longer with lenity treat them.

Once get them to lay down their arms,

And I warrant, brave boys, we shall beat them.

Brother Boney, we'll never despair,

A trusty good friend I have found you. Kill, plunder, and burn and destroy, And deal desolation around you. Then gaily let's push round the glass, We'll sing and we'll riot and revel, And I'm sure we shall have on our side Our very good friend, here, the Devil. Rum ti, &c.

THE DEVIL.

Believe me, friend Death, you are right.

Although I'm an ugly old fellow,

When mischief is getting afloat,

O! then I am jolly and mellow.
As soon as these Spaniards are crush'd,
Again we'll be merry and sing Sirs,
And that we will quickly accomplish,
And Joey here, he shall be King, Sirs.

DON JOEY.

Rum ti, &c.

Excuse me from lending my aid,

You may jointly pursue them and spike them;

But lately, I've seen them-and own,

I speak the plain truth,-I don't like them.
They Liberty cherish so dear,

That they constantly make her their guide, O,
Who pleases may make themselves King,

But may I be d-d if I do.

Rum ti, &c.

'Apollyon, the Devil's Generalissimo, addressing his legions,' a portion of which is here reproduced, is by

APOLLYON, THE DEVIL'S GENERALISSIMO, ADDRESSING HIS

LEGIONS.

I. Cruikshank (October 7, 1808). His speech is as follows: 'Legions of Death. After having ravished, murdered, and plundered, on the banks of the Danube, and the Vistula, I shall order you to march through France, without allowing you a moment's rest!! I have occasion for you the hideous presence of Religion, and Loyalty, contaminates the Continent of Spain, and Portugal. Let your aspect drive them away from thence; let us carry our conquering