The coronation of the Empress of the Nairs

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Lady Hertford reclines in an ornate bath, into which water gushes from the jaws of a monster which decorates the pedestal of a Venus. The bath is raised on a triple dais and backed by the pillars and canopy which frame the Venus forming the centre of the design. The Regent, in royal robes, ascends the steps of the dais, poised on his toes like a ballet-dancer, and places a crownlike marquis’s coronet on the head of Lady Hertford who leans towards him, her enormous breasts appearing over the edge of the bath. She says: “I proclaim the Freedom of the Sex & the Supremacy of Love.” Lord Hertford, who bestrides the pedestal, looks down delightedly from behind the statue of Venus. He has horns, and holds his Chamberlain’s staff. The water pours from the bath through the nostrils of a bull’s head with which it is ornamented, and falls in a triple cascade into a circular basin in the centre foreground. On each side of the statue of Venus and flanking the dais is a statue in a niche: ‘Aspasia’ (left) and ‘Messalina’ (right); both are disrobing. Near the fountain (right) a hideous hag, naked to the waist, crouches before a tall brazier in which she burns a ‘Mantle of Modesty’. The building appears to be circular, an arc of the wall forming a background on each side of the centre-piece. On this are tablets inscribed respectively ‘Hic Jacet Perdita’ [Mary Robinson, the Prince’s first mistress, see No. 5767, &c.]; ‘Hic Jacet Armstead’ [Mrs. Fox, who had been the Prince’s mistress, cf. No. 10589]; ‘Hic J[acet] Vauxhall Bess’ [Elizabeth Billington, see British Museum Satires No. 9970; her mother sang at Vauxhall, see British Museum Satires No. 6853]. In the foreground on the extreme right a buxom young woman puts her arms round the Duke of Cumberland, saying, “I’ll go to Cumberland”; he walks off with her, to the fury of an admiral just behind the lady who clutches his sword and is seemingly her husband. Cumberland wears hussar uniform with a shako and fur-bordered dolman, with a star and a large sabre. A meretricious-looking young woman (? Mrs. Carey) puts her arms round the Duke of York, saying, “And I to York.” The Duke, who wears uniform with a cocked hat and no sword, looks down quizzically at her. Behind him a tall thin officer in hussar uniform bends towards Princess Charlotte, taking her hand; he says: “Sure & I’ll go to Wales.” She runs eagerly towards him. As a pendant to these figures, Grenadiers stand at attention on the left, holding bayoneted muskets; they have huge noses, and smile at a buxom lady wearing spurred boots who addresses them with outstretched arm, saying, “And you for Buckinghamshire.” At her feet is an open book: ‘Slawkenberges Chapr on Noses’ [from Sterne’s Slawkenbergius, imaginary author of a Rabelaisian fantasy in ‘Tristram Shandy’]. They have a standard with the word ‘Buckin …’ on it. Behind the Prince (left) stands Tom Moore, looking up at the coronation; he holds an open book: ‘Little Poems / Ballad . . .’ He says: “I’ll give you one Little Song More [see British Museum Satires No. 12082].” Behind him stands Mrs. Jordan, placing a chamber-pot on the head of the Duke of Clarence, who wears admiral’s uniform with trousers.”–British Museum online catalogue.

  • Printmaker: Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878, printmaker.
  • Title: The coronation of the Empress of the Nairs [graphic] / G. Cruikshank sculpt.
  • Publication: [London] : Pubd. September 1st, 1812, by W.N. Jones, No. 5 Newgate St., [1 September 1812]

Catalog Record

812.09.01.01++

Acquired September 2023

The Catholic sovereign safety-coach

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“Apparently an imitation (better drawn) of British Museum Satires No. 15716. Wellington drives (left to right) four galloping horses, each with a human head. The leaders are Lyndhurst (piebald) and Scarlett (black), both wearing legal wigs; the wheelers Brougham, also in his wig, and Burdett. He flicks his lash over the leaders, saying, ‘Kim up Motley–keep together odd Rat [Lyndhurst] ye–or I’ll lay it into ye!!’ The King’s (pleased) face is seen through the coach window; he says: ‘I say Arthur, you are the Man Wot can make’m go, if you like!!’ The guard is Lady Conyngham: she stands up, blowing her horn. She wears a guard’s greatcoat and satchel over her dress and holds a blunderbuss. The coach is the ‘Windsor Castle’; ‘Wellington & Co.’; ‘G R 1829’. It has just passed and overturned a two-wheeled ass-cart, the ass falling on its head, the driver, Eldon, sprawling on the ground. In the cart, which is inscribed ‘John Eldon Rubbish Carter’ [see British Museum Satires No. 15700, &c], are big bundles of ‘Anti-Catholic Petetions’ [see British Museum Satires No. 15661, &c.]. Standing behind and below the guard’s dickey is Peel as ‘cad’, or conductor; he thumbs his nose at Eldon, saying, ‘There’s a Guard for the Sovereign eh!!!’ Windsor Castle is on the extreme left; on the extreme right is a signpost pointing (left) to ‘Windsor’ and (right) ‘To London’.”–British Museum online catalogue.

  • Printmaker: Jones, Thomas Howell, active 1823-1848, printmaker.
  • Title: The Catholic sovereign safety-coach [graphic] : a new start from the castle Windsor – a regular out and outer / T.J. fect.
  • Publication: London : Pubd. 1829 by S.W. Fores, 41 Piccadilly, [April? 1829]

Catalog Record

829.04.00.19+

Acquired September 2023

The exile restored, or, The spies, spawns & spewers of scurrility

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“Stoddart sits in the centre of the design blowing through a trumpet a blast of abuse towards the newly-arrived Queen (left) while holding out copies of his newspaper towards four ragged little newsboys (right), who also blow their horns with great vigour. Queen Caroline, tall, dignified, and demurely dressed in black, flinches from Stoddart’s blast, and is protected by Britannia and Alderman Wood. She says: “Surely thos Fellows will not be suffered to Insult me in this manner? who is it that Sets them on? who encourages them.” Britannia, seated on a very angry Lion, extends her arms, saying: “Welcome Beloved of thy People, the Mother of Englands lost — & ever to be lamented Hope, will ever be dear to the Hearts of every true born Englishman.” Wood, wearing an Alderman’s gown, tries to protect her with a shield inscribed: ‘No more Douglas’s an Englishman’s Rights, Justice & Truth’. From Stoddart’s trumpet issue the words: ‘Treason, Crim Con, no Rights, no Claims, no pretensions, no Prerogatives, no Patronage, no Property, no Soul to be Prayed for, no Justice, no Law, no Protection, Woe to them that espouse her Cause, Woe to them that Speak well of her!!!’ At his feet lie newspapers: ‘New Times’, ‘Morning Post’, ‘Courier’. Castlereagh and Sidmouth (right), who extend admonitory fingers, urge him on: the former says: “hit hard–dont spare now Dr Slop here is a fine Oppertunity for you to indulge your Spleen.” Sidmouth, larger than life and shockingly malevolent, says: “Blow away my boys, spread it far and near, lay it on thick, do not stand for Trifles!!!” The biggest newsboy has a bill headed ‘New Times’ in his hat; another holds a bundle of the ‘Courier’, ‘New Times’, and ‘[Morning] Post’. A third has ‘News’ in his hat. Behind and between Stoddart and Castlereagh a man capers in ecstasy, waving a hat in which is a paper: ‘Pardon for Edwards’. He exclaims: “Now I shall have a Job again and get better paid than before.””–British Museum online catalogue.

 

  • Printmaker: Heath, William, 1795-1840, printmaker.
  • Title: The exile restored, or, The spies, spawns & spewers of scurrility, abuse & defamation set to work [graphic].
  • Publication: [London] : Pub. June 8th, 1820, by S.W. Fores, 41 Picadilli [sic], [8 June 1820]

Catalog Record

820.06.08.01+

Acquired November 2020