Royal hobby's [graphic].

"Two adjacent designs. [1] The Regent tipsily bestrides a fat and ugly cook, who is on her hands and knees; he flourishes a bottle of 'Royal Max' [gin] and a glass and shouts: "Ha! ha! D--me! this is glorious! this is Princely!!--better fun than the Hertford Hobby [see British Museum Satires No. 13213]--Kitchen stuff & Dishclouts for ever I say D--me!!--If the rascals caricature me, I'll buy em All up d--me." The cook, still holding the broken dish from which a huge cod's head has fallen, exclaims: "Oh! Master do let me alone & see! you've thrown the Cods head & Shoulders all in the dirt!" In the background, Lady Hertford, wearing a coronet, looks angrily from a doorway. On the floor in the foreground are a 'Royal Greas Pot', rolling-pin, and a ladle, with a playbill: 'Brighton--under the Pub [Patr]onage of [the Princ]e Regent--High Life below Stairs Principle Character--G P R'. See British Museum Satires No. 13208, &c. [2] The Duke of York, very erect, rides a velocipede (see British Museum Satires No. 13399) in profile to the right, with Mrs. Carey behind him in a little seat over the back wheel, her hands on his shoulders. He wears Windsor uniform of military cut, with breeches, spurred top-boots, and a top-hat, which he raises. Across the pole hangs a fat purse inscribed '10,000 pr annm Custos [Personae Regis]' which serves as saddle. He says: "I say Carey: this Windsor job, is a devilish snug concern & this saddle bag makes it very pleasant riding!--I wish our army had been mounted on these Hobby's in Flanders;--I don't mean Waterloo--" She answers: "I know what you mean;--but it is a good joke, to think while the Establishment of the Father is redud at Windsor: the sons Establist is increas'd at Fulham--tis properly coming York over John Bull." In the background John Bull, a sturdy fellow, stands with folded arms outside a miserable thatched hut where women and children are crouching. He says fiercely: "£10,000 a year for a son to do his duty to his Father!!!!!! whilst my Children are starving!!!--"Fie out! O Fie 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed things rank & gross in nature posess it merely." ['Hamlet', I. ii.]."--British Museum online catalogue