<oai_dc:dc xmlns:oai_dc="http://www.openarchives.org/OAI/2.0/oai_dc/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:xsi="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance" xsi:schemaLocation="http://www.openarchives.org/OAI/2.0/oai_dc/ http://www.openarchives.org/OAI/2.0/oai_dc.xsd"><dc:title>The night constable [graphic]</dc:title><dc:creator>Cooper, Robert, active 1795-1836, printmaker</dc:creator><dc:date>[8 September 1785]</dc:date><dc:language>eng</dc:language><dc:description>A companion print to British Museum satire no. 6878: The country justice. Inside a watch-house, a burly watchman stands (left) facing an elderly constable who sits frowning in his arm-chair. He holds out a broken lantern and points to a thin, fashionably dressed, and apparently drunken man who stands beside him with closed eyes, holding a large stick in his left hand. Next to the constable is a clerk writing at a desk with a slanted top. The room is lit by a lantern slung from the roof. A map on the wall apparently represents the roads of the parish and the beats of the watchmen. A fire burns in a grate (right).</dc:description><dc:description>Title engraved below image.</dc:description><dc:description>Eight lines of verse below title: "Watchman. This wicked dog did lift his hand, First knocked me down, then bid me stand; The peaceful neighbours he awoke, And then the Knave my lanthorn broke, At which the Villain loud did Laugh, So down I knock'd him with my staff. "Constable: If so: you Justice did yourself, Therefore begone thou prating Elf."</dc:description><dc:description>Originally published July 10, 1785. Cf. British Museum catalogue no. 6879.</dc:description><dc:description>Sheet trimmed within plate mark.</dc:description></oai_dc:dc>