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English: Lithographic caricature magazine of four pages on two leaves, in the form of a (monthly) newspaper; illustrations as follows. 1 September 1832

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ARMED FOR THE ENFORCEMENT OF TYTHES. (17238)
A bishop, Phillpotts, stands directed to the left, his right hand resting on a cannon, a musket across his shoulder, with a pig spiked on the bayonet. He wears a military plume in his small shovel-hat, lawn sleeves, and gown showing ankles and large flat feet, a compound of bishop, old woman, and soldier. He wears an old-fashioned sabre, a bottle projects from a haversack. On his back is a sheaf of corn, cf. No. 17332. He stands on a large book of 'Ecclesiastical Canons'. At his feet is a pyramid of cannon-balls: 'Knock down Arguments'.
THE ADVISER. (17239)
Half-length portrait of O'Connell looking down as if from a platform. He says: 'Did I not always finish by telling you to keep within the Law'. See No. 16551, &c.
THE ADVISED. (17240)
Half-length portrait of a distracted Irish peasant with his wrists heavily shackled. He says: 'Oh dan! did you not swear to pay no tithes and advise me to do the same'. See No. 17239.
THE CLIENT. (17241)
Half-length portrait of William IV standing directed to the left, with a frown of meditation. He says: 'So I am to annul the sentence it would have been impossible to execute, its rather farcical I'm afraid'. See No. 17242.
THE ATTORNEY. (17242)
Half-length portrait of Denman, the Attorney-General, in wig and gown. In his right hand is a money-bag inscribed '£1,000', in his left a pebble at which he gazes delightedly, saying, 'This pebble brings us a Thousand pounds, well according to the popular saying its an ill wind blows nobody good'. Beside him is a paper: 'case of Dennis Collins'. (On 22 Aug. Collins, see No. 17175, was tried for High Treason and sentenced to be hanged, drawn, and quartered; a pardon naturally followed, see No. 17241.)
SOLDIER POLITICIANS "A LA SOMERVILLE" ON THE DAY OF BATTLE. (17243)
Four troopers, in the Scots Greys, ride in different directions but away from an officer in the background who turns in the saddle with sabre raised, to summon them towards action, indicated by clouds of smoke on the right. One (left) gallops off to the left, saying, 'I shall not fight I dont approve of the war'. Another tugs at his charger's head, throwing it on its haunches; he says: 'I shall not fight now, I would yesterday, or to morrow'. A third has dropped his reins to hold a newspaper which he reads through spectacles: 'I can't make out yet whether the Editor means us to fight or not'. The fourth (right) gallops to the left, saying, 'I shall not fight I dont like it'.
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A MAN AT ARMS. (17244)
Wellington sits on a sofa between two ladies who very affectionately put their arms round his neck; he puts a hand on the shoulder of each. A third lady leans over the back of the sofa to caress him. Cf. Nos. 15717, 16176, 17010.
PAGANINI'S LAST SCRAPE. (17380)
Paganini, holding his violin, bends forward, making an exaggerated bow which his expression renders both obsequious and mocking. With his violin-bow he rakes towards himself a huge pile of coins. (Paganini was much attacked in the Press during his visit for fleecing the British by his high charges.)
AN ARRANT KNIGHT. (17245)
Sir Edward Sugden in armour, with a barrister's wig perched on his helmet, marches in profile to the left, flourishing a razor. On his shield is the device of an enormous bug. (See No. 17224. Sugden was the son of a hairdresser, see No. 16830.)
LOSS OF APPETITE. (17246)
John Bull, directed to the left, sits at table, the tablecloth tied round his neck; spoon in hand he raises a dish-cover to display an irregular mound of 'Reform Hotchpotch' in place of the expected spherical plum-pudding. He exclaims in dismay 'I dont much like the look of it, and begin to think I had better have kept to my old constitutional pudding'. Under his chair lies his dog, 'John Bull' on his collar, angrily alert. See No. 17248.
THE MAN WOT RUINS THE PUBLISHERS. (17247)
Brougham, ragged and shambling, acts as a newspaper hawker, holding out in one hand 'The Penny magazine', in the other the 'Penny Cyclopedia', both illustrated. He wears a battered hat on his Chancellor's wig and his gown is bunched up. See No. 17258.
PARLIAMENTARY PROPABILITY [sic] FOR 1834. (17248)
Lord John Russell and Lord Althorp, both dishevelled and anxious, sit on the front bench in the Commons. Between and behind them, in the next bench, stands a burly ruffian with a bludgeon, saying, 'Now lets consider as to continuing this here farce of Royalty & religion'. Russell: 'Order Order'; Althorp: 'Order'. (Disillusion with the Reform Act was felt by radicals and republicans, by Whigs who feared the consequences of a measure passed under popular pressure, and by 'John Bull' who expected a tax-free Utopia. Cf. No. 17142, &c. See Nos. 17246, 17249, 17253, 17259, 17265.)
MORE REFORM BLESSINGS. (17249)
A meek and dejected tenant (left) leans towards a repulsive-looking man, saying, 'I should like to know Sir why you raise my rent'. The other answers, with a sly frown, 'Oh! thats my friendship for you that you might vote for Parliament under the new Reform act'. Cf. No. 17248.
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NICHOLAS DOING THE AMIABLE. (17250)
The Tsar fraternizes with British tars in a man-of-war. Bestriding a gun, he drinks 'Grog' with a sailor seated on an ammunition chest, while a second sailor takes his right hand. He says with a slyly insinuating smile: 'Your King Williams Health Hints waus mine very good friend'. Other oafish-looking sailors, highly pleased, stare at the Tsar. Three of the imperial suite, elegant and sinister, look on; one of them accosts a grinning sailor, raising his cocked hat. From the quarter-deck Lord Durham, in a group of British officers, looks down gloomily, exclaiming 'Humbug!'
SPECIMEN ILLUSTRATIONS FOR A NEW EDITION OF LORS BYRONS WORKS. (17381)
[1] 'The Coarse-Haire (corsaire)'. Bust-portrait of an ugly man with an intimidating scowl and a shock of erect bristling hair. [2] 'The Bride—of —A—Bye—Dose (Abydos)'. A bride in her wedding-dress furtively snatches a glass from a decanter on a side-table (right), while on the other side of the door (left) the bridegroom waits, drawing on his glove. [3] 'England Bards & Scotch Reviewers'. A pair of dilapidated street-musicians, a fiddler and a ballad-singer, stand near two Highland officers, one bandy-legged, the other with legs like sticks. Behind, kilted soldiers stand at attention.
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THE BIRTH OF POLITICAL SIN. (17251)

In a scene travestied from 'Paradise Lost' Wellington stands in the House of Lords surrounded by Tory peers; all have large feathered wings, all except Lyndhurst wear Roman armour. He stands full-face, right fist raised, left hand on the Table, making his declaration against Reform (see No. 16299, &c.). From his head springs a woman holding a sword of flame and a shield inscribed 'Reform' which conceals her face; she is surrounded by clouds and by Welling¬ton's words: 'I declare there shall be no reform'. The peers listen aghast. Lynd¬hurst, on the Woolsack, raises his spectacles with his accustomed gesture to stare gravely at the Duke. The others are (left to right) Newcastle, Ellenborough with his finger to his lips, Eldon, Bishop Phillpotts, Cumberland. Others are more dimly seen; a crutch indicates Lord Wynford. Below the design: '"In Place when at th' Assembly, and in sight / Of all the Lords with thee combined, / In bold debate, against the public purse, / All on a sudden miserable folly, / Surprised and dimm'd thy wits, the Declaration / Of no reform shall be, thy tongue so thick and fast / Threw forth, till at the opening wide, / Like thee in obstinacy right or wrong, / To whigs so fair, to tory's foul, all arm'd / Out of thy head I sprung. Amazement seized / All the Host of Placemen, back they recoiled afraid / And call'd me Revolution." / Paradise Lost. Book II.'