<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>A peep into Cotton Yard Aviary, with the peculiar method of feeding to suit a R-y-l palate new version. [graphic]</dc:title><dc:creator>Cruikshank, Robert, 1789-1856, attributed name</dc:creator><dc:date>[October 1820]</dc:date><dc:language>eng</dc:language><dc:description>"Heading to a broadside printed in two columns. In a coop (right) are cocks and hens with human heads, the foreign witnesses against Queen Caroline. Sidmouth empties coins from a large green bag into their feeding trough, resting one foot on an apothecary's pestle and mortar. On the extreme left is a countryman in a smock who hands a letter to Castlereagh, saying: "Your Servent Sirs, I be com'd from a great fat Gentleman at W--d--r who wishes to know whether your Foreign Brood feeds well and if they are likely to pay for their keeping and he hopes, you'll keep a strict Eye over 'em and not let 'em take Flight as he understands they are very shy--and he says you shou'd look to their Plumage as he dont know but they may soon be made a Show of." Castlereagh, who holds a scourge, answers: "They thrive so fast they'll soon be fit for use--The Napoleons are more fattening than Caroline Rice but I'm rather afraid of that Rastellian Capon he seems to wish to peck his way out and be off--I'm afraid he's drank too much from the Po-Well as the water at present is rather Stagnated and now he's in good condition the Milan Springs [see British Museum Satires No. 13755, &amp;c.] must be more palatable." Liverpool stands with a hand on Castlereagh's shoulder, silently holding a large purse inscribed 'Treasury Grain'. His back is to Sidmouth, who says: "True good C--r--gh I do declare they have Molted well already what a wonderful change--&amp; if Brougham dont clip their Wings they'll amply repay us for our trouble for they can (according to the Old Proverb) Lie as fast as a Cock pecks Barley." Majocchi looks out through the bars, saying: "I am Cock of the Walk. If you wish more to know I'm the Infamous Segnior Non mi Ri cor do" [see British Museum Satires No. 13827]. Louise Demont looks up pertly: "Once Femme De Chambre To the Queen Now I support Sids Bag of Green [see British Museum Satires No. 13735] Doodle doo." Rastelli: "I think I've had too much good living--and as I've a great weight in my Chest a Complain [sic] incidental to Cotton Yard I'll take the earliest opportunity of leaving the Coop-- besides who knows but that Phisicians Brougham and Co. might prescribe Rue and other obnoxious drugs as a remedy for the Complain." ...."--British Museum online catalogue</dc:description><dc:description>Title from letterpress text below image.</dc:description><dc:description>Questionable attribution to Robert Cruikshank from the British Museum catalogue.</dc:description><dc:description>Date of publication from the British Museum catalogue.</dc:description><dc:description>Sheet trimmed to plate mark at top edge.</dc:description><dc:description>Eight stanzas of verse in two columns beneath title, printed in letterpress: Most Noble Lords, cried G-e the Great, I have a cause of wond'rous weight ...</dc:description><dc:description>"Price one shilling. Entered at Stationers' Hall"--Below imprint.</dc:description><dc:description>Publisher's advertisement at bottom of sheet: N.B. Just published, price sixpence, The cock of Cotton Walk, and the maid of all work.</dc:description></oai_dc:dc>