Daddy Longlegs The itinerant chancellor ; [and 8 other designs] / [graphic]

Four rows of designs with one to three designs in each, individually titled. In the upper left and reading across, "Daddy Longlegs" shows a very think, long-legged man poised to smash the insect on his wall. To the right, on top "The itinerant chanceller" is a scene with a cricketer about to bat a large ball and below a scene with men wearing Dutch-style hats watch as one of the group takes a small ball and readies to bowl down a stand of large, egg-shaped objects. On the far right of the first row, a portly man greets a thin, frail man with wings as ears that extend above his hat, wearing glasses and leaning on a cane. The larger man says "Bless my soul Mr. Pidgeonwidgen! How do ye do. Well now, you look uncommon well considering your Ears." On the second row left, “Follow my leader”, the top image shows a thin man laboring up a hill as he pulls a very large man seated and reading at ease in the a four-wheeled chair. Below three men carrying guns stand up to their necks in a river having followed a taller man in a top hat calmly walking ahead. The speech balloon above their heads reads, “Didn't I tell ye it was only up to the middle.” The first smaller man replies, “The middle indeed. Why we are up to our necks d'ye think our legs are stilts like yours.” In the middle of the second row, A very thin man in Scotish costume (Henry Brougham, 1st Baron Brougham and Vaux?) striding vigorously using a broom as a walking stick and burdened with boxes and bags on his back and waist, labelled “Freedoms of Scotch Towns”, “Broken Vituals the remnants of the Edinburgh Gorge.”, and “Proceeds of the Penny Mag.” The caption below reads, “I flatter myself I've made a tolerable good job by my “Starring it” with Old Grey in the North. Sold all my numbers of the Penny Mag. and well puff'd it thro' applause with the ex-premier. Received some score of Burgesses, Freedoms, and Invitations to as many dinners where I blew my own trumpet & obtain'd plenty of orders from our 'Usefull Knowledge Society', now “woe” to the unstamn'd when I get home.” The last image in row two, on the right, is un-captioned and shows a devil riding behind a horseman bolting across an evening sky. Below two men peak through tall grass and observe an otter

The third row contains a single image captioned “Something like a chase” which shows horsemen following their hounds across a field and over a fence, many of whom have fallen their horses or encountered other types of accidents and falls. In the distance is a small sign indicating that they rode from Wombell's. In the last row, on the left, two men, one with a gun with a barrel turned at 90 degrees, peak out from around the corner of a building, looking at a rooster and some chickens. The caption reads, “Paddy's gun, warranted to shoot around the corner.” The first man says, “Put ye spalpeen, wat are you after, if you let it off, by my soul it'll blow ye to de Divil.” To which the man with the gun replies, “Ock, come out now and hav'nt I made it into a 'Patent Cylindrical Twisted Barrel Gun' and dont day shoot de best, ye Murphy digger.” In the middle of the bottom row, is an image of a constable apprehending a frightened chimney sweep, with the caption “Reforming the Clergy”. The constable says, “Come along, you've hacted contrary to the Hact of Parlyment in crying out “Sweep”. There's 40 bob for ye or else a month in Quad." To which the sweep replies, “Oh criky, don't grab me this here vunce and I'll no not never cry Sweep agin. Vot's us poor flue-sakers to do if as how ve don't cry summut all for to let the people know or how ve are in the streets.” Two other laborers, another sweep and a swag man, in the distance on the right and left, observe “Does any lady or Gemmen's flue pipe vont expurgating.” The other says, “The law have mercy on us.” The third and final image at the end of the fourth row has the caption “A Crack Shot” with an image of a man with a caricatured face and a top hat, holding a gun in his hands and an umbrella between his legs as he stands before a door, the top half of which is open; a bird in a cage hangs to the side of the door. The speech balloon above his head reads, “There's one at last, the only chance of a shy I've had to day. There's nobody here, he, he, Now if I don't flummox ye my pink, say my mother has'nt sold her mangle