Supplementary cavalry and infantry

description below

“A design in two compartments; above, cavalry proceed right to left; below, infantry march left to right. [1] A burlesqued procession of men variously mounted. The leader, dressed as a light horseman and holding up a sabre, rides a horse with blinkers, trampling on a hen and chickens and leaving a dead pig behind him. He says: “Know all Men by these presents that if any accidents happen I do not Consider myself accountable for them after thus publiccally Warning every Person to keep within doors all all [sic] their live and Dead Stock!!” The next horseman, whose hat flies off, turns to shout: “Hollo there, some body be so good as to catch my hat.” He is followed by a silent man riding a bull. Next him a man threatens with his sword a ragged boy on an ass: “What are you at you young scoundrel are you going to ride over the Captain keep in your rank you.” The boy answers: “What d’ye mean by that I have as much right here as you.” A man clasps his horse’s neck, saying, “Curse the Horse how he Prances.” Behind the ass, the horse of a man in civilian dress falls on its knees, throwing its rider, who says: “D——n the chimney Sweeper I thought he’d be over us.” A rider (horse visible) shouts “Take care of the Apple Stall”, while an old woman throws up her arms, shouting, “O Dear Mr Soldier dont ride over me.” She is in danger from a man in regimentals, gauntlet gloves, and wearing a sword, but whose horse has blinkers. A man turns to him, saying, “D——n me you’ll kill the old woman.” He answers: “What signifies that charge her to the parish.” The last of the procession is a yokel in a smock, on a horse with blinkers and collar. He rides down a pig and poultry; his neighbour turns to him, saying, “Mind what you are hat – you Sir in the Blue Frock if you kill the Pigs it will be actionable.” He answers : “Then let them keep out of the way of the Sarvice.” [2] An unsoldierly group march with bayoneted muskets, preceded by two boys with fife and drum. The officer, wearing a gorget and holding up a sword, scowls at a man behind him who raises his leg so high as to kick him, saying: “None of your tricks Jack dont Fancy you are in the shop now”: the grinning offender is addressed by a man wearing a Grenadier’s cap who marches beside him: “Mind what you are about or you will be had before a Court Martial”. A man with tipsily closed eyes says, “I’m as giddy as a goose.” A short, fat, elderly man in civilian dress says, “Warm work my Masters”. His neighbour answers, “Nothing when you are used to it”. A man wearing an apron rests his musket horizontally on his shoulder, saying, “This is the way to march”; he spikes the hat of the man behind, who shouts: “What are you at you fellow in green are you going to poke peoples eyes out”. A stout man says, “When I kept the tripe Shop in the Borough who would have thought I should have rose to be an Insign.” Beside him walks a woman with a bottle and glass shouting, “Does any Gentlemen in the front ranks want a drap of good Gin.” A Grenadier marches beside the last couple looking contemptuously at a man in a shirt who says: “By goles this thing [musket] is so heavy it’s the best way to drag it along and not carry it.” The last man, who is bandy-legged, says, “I donna much like it.”.”–British Museum online catalogue.

  • Printmaker: Cruikshank, Isaac, 1764-1811, printmaker.
  • Title: Supplementary cavalry and infantry [graphic] / Woodward delint.
  • Publication: [London] : Pubd. January 1st, 1797, by S.W. Fores, No. 50 Piccadilly, corner of Sackville St., [1 January 1797]

Catalog Record

797.01.01.03+

Acquired February 2024

Evening, or, The man of feeling

description belowThree men sit by a supper-table, a grandfather-clock behind them points to XI. The man on the left is having his jack-boots pulled off by a small boy; the boy stands astride his right leg pulling hard, his back to the man, who is scowling and pushes his other booted foot against the boy’s back; on the floor are a pair of spurs, a pair of slippers, and a boot-jack. A man (right) wearing a night-cap, but otherwise completely dressed and wearing spurred boots, leans one elbow on the table, his face contorted as if in pain, he holds his hand to his thigh. On the table beside him is a small packet inscribed “Diaculum”. In the centre, and on the farther side of the table, the third man leans both elbows on the table, his hair is tousled and his eyes are shut. A servant behind, yawning, is carrying off a square box, probably a wig-box, while a maidservant stands on the right, a candle in one hand, a warming-pan in the other, watching with amusement the efforts of the boy to pull off the boot. Three hats hang on the wall; a bottle, a plate, three wine-glasses, and a guttering candle, burnt down to the socket, stand on the table. See related image in the British Museum catalogue.

 

  • Title: Evening, or, The man of feeling [graphic] / design’d by W.H. Bunbury Esqr.
  • Publication: [London?] : [publisher not identified], [ca. 1818]

Catalog Record

816.00.00.81+

Acquired November 2020

Melancholy loss of the medal

A magistrate sits behind his table listening intently to the angry harangue of a naval officer

“A magistrate sits behind his table listening intently to the angry harangue of a naval officer (right) who faces the accused (left), demure-looking, plainly-dressed woman, wearing a checked apron tucked round her waist, but evidently a prostitute. She is supported by two keen-looking lawyers. The officer, who is paunchy and wears very wide white trousers, stands with legs apart, right arm extended with pointing forefinger. He shouts: No. No. I’ve found my Breeches, but consider your Worship how I shall be Quized–The L–d H–h-A–l knows all about it. I never was before the Public but once, shant forget that in a hurry–Yes–yes I found the breeches, but where’s my Silver Gilt Trafalgar Medal eh? I’ll have it if it costs me a Thousand Pounds. I could’ent live without it. Ay Ay she’s the Thief but I will not hang her unless your worship wishes it–If I had her aboard my Ship D–n me I’de give her a round dozen–I would. Behind him stand a footboy in livery and two rough-looking men. The woman extends both arms and says pathetically I never robbed you Sir. The lawyer says: There’s no proof you cant Harm–her.”–British Museum online catalogue.

  • Printmaker: Heath, William, 1795-1840, printmaker.
  • Title: Melancholy loss of the medal [graphic].
  • Publication: [London?] : [publisher not identified], [1828?]

Catalog Record 

828.00.00.01+ Impression 2

Acquired October 2018

The fox at the cupboard

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A view of the interior of a cottage with an old woman asleep in a chair, her feet resting on a low footstool in front of open door (left); in her lap she holds an open book and a pair of spectacles. On the right, a boy in a smock stands on a stool in front of an open cupboard eating from a full bowl. Along the back wall is a pair of casement windows with a drop leaf table below and pictures on the wall to the left. A cat walks across the center of the scene looking up at the boy.

  • Creator: Grant, C. J. (Charles Jameson), active 1830-1852, artist.
  • Title: The fox at the cupboard [drawing].
  • Created: [England, between 1830 and 1852?]

Catalog Record & Digital Collection

Drawings G761 no. 5 Box123

Acquired November 2013