The Milan garland, or, Revels round the Vice Post [graphic].

"Ministers and others dance in a ring round a Green Bag (see British Museum Satires No. 13735) resting on a horizontal beam which is supported on a post. Round post and bag cling poisonous plants labelled 'Devils Bit', 'Enchanters Nightshade', 'Scorpion Grass', and 'Henbane'. The wide-mouthed bag is filled with Italian witnesses, clamouring with eager hands stretched towards Leach, the Vice-Chancellor, who stands in the centre of the bag, towering above them. In each hand he holds out a sheaf of bills or notes inscribed 'Promise'; he says: "Gentlemen a [sic] we are now about brining [sic] this business to a close, allow me to address a few words to you; as its not at all improbable that you may be d . . . d roughly handled by my Countrymen, be sure and be firm, stick one and all of you to your depositions--don't be brow beaten and thrown of your guard your priest will give you absolution, and here are some promises that will enable you to return home and buy Principalities.!!!" The witnesses answer: "Me want l'Argent"; "de Monte ... "; "Sacre Bleu de Monie"; "Monie M ..."; "Me no Sware widout Monie"; "No promise, de Monie"; "Si, Si, Diavilo de monies." The King stands behind the post, concealed from the waist up by the bag; his words float up towards Leach: "Why Deputy Bags [i.e. deputy to Eldon] could you not have picked out a more respectable set of Scoundrels." Facing the King, and in back view, are Sidmouth and Castlereagh, holding hands and capering delightedly. The former says: "Derry we want music, can't you whiste [sic] Lillibulero?" Castlereagh answers: "Faith Doctor I sing small, and can't whistle at all; you had [sic] give us a tune on your pipe" [the clyster-pipe hanging from Sidmouth's pocket, cf. British Museum Satires No. 9849]. The Attorney-General, Gifford, holds Sidmouth's left hand; he looks up at Leach, saying, "He is exalted sure enough! well! I hope to be in time! else wherfore breathe I in a Christian Land!" Canning, on the extreme left, holding the hands of Gifford and (?) Lord Harrowby, exclaims: "Egad I hope they won't cut his throat before he gets rid of them! what an exit for Vice!--" In his pocket is a paper: 'Canning jests'. Between Harrowby and the (concealed) King stands Wellington, less caricatured than the others; he says: "Why he has skimed the Very Scum of the Country Sire!" Holding Castlereagh's right hand is Lord Eldon, in Chancellor's wig and gown; he looks up at Leach, saying, "There you are Vice! up to your knees in iniquity!--" Next him and on the extreme right is Wilberforce, with lank hair and drawn-down mouth. He cries: "The Lord have mercy upon him and help him safe down again! what a cut throat Crew." Facing the Chancellor, and holding the King's left hand, is the Archbishop of Canterbury, fat and grinning (cf. British Museum Satires No. 13276); he says: "Our pious brother there Will by-force ejaculate something holy!" Between them is a partly concealed head."--British Museum online catalogue