Beauties of Greece, or, Luxuries of the Kremlin vide Brighton vagaries, a kitchen frolic. [graphic]

"The Regent, very tipsy, one leg on the supper-table, leans back in his chair, putting a hand under the chin of each of two very fat maidservants who stand one on each side. One (left) stands with her back to the fire where a large steak is grilling; she holds a pair of steak-tongs and a glass of wine. He says to her: "Dolly I admire your Chops and now for your Rump I shall find out the beauties of the Kremline in time! Dolly I have a great mind to make you a Dutchess you'll make a nice fat Dutchess, and Cis here shall be a Countess. Should you like to be a Dutchess Dolly?" She answers: "Any thing your Hiness chuses to make me!" General Bloomfield has risen from his chair (right) to hand a glass of wine to the other, saying, "Come Cis take a glass of Claret my girl Countesses [sic] a countess should drink nothing but Claret." Men cooks and soldiers crowd in a doorway (right) to watch. One (? Carême) says: "Got tam! vat he go do Dolly? My Dolly!" Another says to him: "Ah ha! I think you are done with Monr Fricasee." On the table are decanters, &c., and two candelabra. See British Museum Satires No. 13208, &c. The Pavilion, with its onion domes, was called the little Kremlin."--British Museum online catalogue