V. 2. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
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"A jovial countryman leans on a rustic railing nailed to a tree, to address a fat elderly parson on horseback (right). He asks "Ha! Ha - the knaust Doctor I be a rum fellow, - Canst thee tell me - why - a Parsons Horse be like a King?" The parson answers with a grin: "Why you rogue, because it is guided by a Minister." He is drink-blotched and prosperous-looking; in his pocket is a 'Sermon to beprea[ched] ...'."--British Museum online catalogue
V. 4. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
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Design consists of six panels arranged in two horizontal rows. Each panel features a figure and heading that plays on the 'cake' theme present in the title. Panel headings [beginning in upper left corner and moving clockwise]: A Crummy Cake, A Crusty Cake, A Flow'ry Cake, A Plumb Cake, A Heart Cake, and A Seedy Cake
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number, see LewisWalpoleLibrary call no
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Pubd. June 16th, 1807, by Thos. Tegg, Appolo [sic] Library, No. 111 Cheapside
V. 4. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
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"An elderly lawyer (left) reads a will to the legatees, who are grouped round a table: a young couple looking slyly at each other, a fat and startled butcher, a drunken dishevelled butler, an elderly doctor smelling his cane, a would-be fashionable in a wrinkled Jean-de-Bry coat (cf. British Museum Satires No. 9425) and tasselled Hessians. The lawyer reads: "The Genuine Will of Timothy Whimsey Esqr of Whimsey Hall--I give and bequeath to my young Wife the bulk of my Fortune for the trouble she has had with me, and to my secretary Tom Cunningham I bequeath the said Wife . . . as by amourous glances, I have at different times noticed, I think there will be no objection on either side--To my old Friend Briskett the Butcher, I leave him a small portion of common honesty and advise him to cut his steaks thicker in future--To Timothy my Butler, I leave sixty pounds per Annum for his extreme Sobriety!!!--to Doctor Bolus I leave all the pill boxes--phials--potions--lotions &c &c &c accumulated at different periods, and deposited in my corner cupboard--and lastly I leave my Nephew Tim Dash--a small portion of advice viz--not to act and dress so like a puppy in future!!!" The butler says: "Very sensible in respect to the Butler", the nephew: "What a Quiz I'll report him at Brooks's"."--British Museum online catalogue
V. 4. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
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1
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Abstract:
Design consists of six panels arranged in two horizontal rows. Each panel features a figure and heading that plays on the 'cake' theme present in the title. Panel headings [beginning in upper left corner and moving clockwise]: A Crummy Cake, A Crusty Cake, A Flow'ry Cake, A Plumb Cake, A Heart Cake, and A Seedy Cake
Description:
number, see LewisWalpoleLibrary call no
Publisher:
Pubd. June 16th, 1807, by Thos. Tegg, Appolo [sic] Library, No. 111 Cheapside
V. 4. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
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"A crowd struggles from the open hall-door (left) to the staircase (right) of a 'cit's' mansion. A servant out of livery stands on the stairs shouting: "Ladies, and Gentlemen--you need not crowd so--my Mistress says all the rooms are full above stairs--and have been so this half hour --you may possibly find standing room in the Breakfast Parlour and that is all". At the open door is an arm holding a flambeaux and a section of a coach. A footman shouts "Lady Bun. Bullers Carriage stops the way!!" A man holds up on his cane a wig simulating natural hair ornamented with feathers, &c., shouting, "Any Lady lost a wig". A fat bald woman near the stairs shouts back: "Here, Here, I own the Wig!" A very fat 'cit' mops his face, holding his hat and wig; he says: "I have lost your Mother in the Mob. but I dorse to say--she'll take care of herself oh Bet! Bet! I wish I was back again in Cateaton Street this d--d stiff collar makes [sic]". A diminutive girl hanging on his arm says: "Dear Papa dont be so vulgar we shall get in time". A very fat woman in front drinks from a bottle, saying, "I have lost Mr Dowlass but here is my comfort". Between the pair, a fashionably dressed man, holding a large opera-hat, shouts: "Open the Ventilators". A woman says: "What a delightful squeeze". Another steps across a prostrate man, saying, "Bless me Sir where are you getting to". He answers: "I beg your Ladyships pardon". Men (one wearing the red ribbon of the Bath) and women try to storm their way up the lower stairs, despite the obstructing servant."--British Museum online catalogue
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"A woman decked out in quasi-fashionable but absurd finery, stands in an old-clothes shop between two sailors, one (right) dressed much as in British Museum Satires No. 10894, but with two bunches of seals at his fob, the other wearing a petticoat, his bluejacket open to show a white waistcoat. Both have their black scarves knotted round a white stick-up collar. The woman holds a parasol, and has a ring on every finger; a miniature (see British Museum Satires No. 10894) hangs from a chain of beads, she has two large bunches of seals, bracelets, and ear-rings. A much-feathered hat has a large projecting scoop; her high-waisted dress has a long train, with vandyked lace trimmings. The vulgar, would-be fashionable, shopman, says: "Depend upon it Sir, mine is the first house for for fashionable Articles in Monmouth Street, on the honor of a Salesman I have dealt fairly and honestly, I assure you, by the Young Lady's fashionable feather hat, I dont get a farthing - ." The sailor answers: "Come - come no palaver. I know you have cheated me pretty handsomely - but howsomever as my Messmate and I go partners in the ship and Cargo - it wont fall so heavy - but come my hearty - I'll tell you what I'll do with you - throw me in half a dozen laced Smickets [chemises], and we'll make it even money, I like to have it all rignt under the Hatches, you understand me - all of a piece from Stem to Stern, D----n me!" The other sailor (right) and Poll face each other. He says: "Why Poll I should scarcely know you - You look like a Bond Street frigate steering towards Pall-Mall - but I say my lass I dont much admire your gib-boom - it puts me in mind of a scuttle fish in a fresh gale." On the extreme left are long shelves piled with garments; on the right a man's tail-coat is displayed on a stand. The shop opposite is seen through the open door."--British Museum online catalogue, description of an earlier state
V. 4. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
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"A fair-ground surrounded by roughly made tents, one placarded 'Brown Stout'. A rustic inn is on the right and on the left a platform on which a zany postures invitingly before a curtain. In the foreground a gouty and elderly man addresses a demurely meretricious country girl who holds a basket of eggs and a rose. He stoops towards her, saying, "My pretty dear--what do you ask for your Article? I am rather near sighted--but I'll give you half a Crown for it at a venture". She answers: "Dear! Sir!--I wonder you should think of such a thing--though mine is but a perishable Commodity,--it shall not go at that price I assure you". At her feet is a broken egg. Yokels gaze up at a booth (right): 'Jobson's Grand display of Magical Deceptions Sligh ...' A man in a smock, on horseback, drinks deep at the inn, beside the stout innkeeper."--British Museum online catalogue
V. 4. Caricature magazine, or, Hudibrastic mirror.
Image Count:
1
Resource Type:
still image
Abstract:
"A fair-ground surrounded by roughly made tents, one placarded 'Brown Stout'. A rustic inn is on the right and on the left a platform on which a zany postures invitingly before a curtain. In the foreground a gouty and elderly man addresses a demurely meretricious country girl who holds a basket of eggs and a rose. He stoops towards her, saying, "My pretty dear--what do you ask for your Article? I am rather near sighted--but I'll give you half a Crown for it at a venture". She answers: "Dear! Sir!--I wonder you should think of such a thing--though mine is but a perishable Commodity,--it shall not go at that price I assure you". At her feet is a broken egg. Yokels gaze up at a booth (right): 'Jobson's Grand display of Magical Deceptions Sligh ...' A man in a smock, on horseback, drinks deep at the inn, beside the stout innkeeper."--British Museum online catalogue
"An elegant young woman in a very décolletée dress with lace flounce reaching to the calf walks towards the spectator, gracefully raising her dress in her right hand in a manner suitable only to a long skirt. A much-feathered hat frames her face; she wears long gloves, and carries a (closed) fringed parasol, fringed shawl, and a reticule. She walks down a grass slope backed by forest trees. Behind is a church spire."--British Museum online catalogue, description of a later state
Description:
Title from caption below image., For a reissue published 20 March 1823 by S.W. Fores, see no. 14631 in the Catalogue of prints and drawings in the British Museum. Division I, political and personal satires, v. 10., Sheet trimmed within plate mark., Temporary local subject terms: Female costume, 1815 -- Irish -- Parasols., and Print numbered '43' in manuscript near upper edge of sheet.
