Flying Dustmen."The Spectre, learning, physic must,All follow these, and come to dust."
"The Spectre, learning, physic must,All follow these, and come to dust."
"The Spectre, learning, physic must,All follow these, and come to dust."
"The Spectre, learning, physic must,All follow these, and come to dust."
"The Spectre, learning, physic must,
All follow these, and come to dust."
Go it,Bob!—pull away?—here's theTraps;—cut away, my kiddy, good luck to you!—Kim aup, Neddy!—kim aup!—blow you, kim aup!—That's the ticket!
George Cruikshank's"More Mornings at Bow Street."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXX.
"THE APPROACH OF CHRISTMAS."
Veneration."VENERATION—PRIZE BEEF."
"VENERATION—PRIZE BEEF."
"Well to be sure, that is a picture! I must have a sirloin for Christmas-day. It warms the cockles of one's heart to think of it!"
George Cruikshank's"Illustrations of Phrenology."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXI.
"COLOUR!—FORM!—FIGURE!"
Colour.
George Cruikshank's"Illustrations of Phrenology."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXII.
"COMBATIVENESS."
Billingsgate."BILLINGSGATE."
"BILLINGSGATE."
"You be smothered, you old Brimstome!—barring I'm a thief, and fond of the men, what can you say to my prejudice?"
"Get out you wagabond! get out, you circumwenting old fish-fag!"
George Cruikshank's"Illustrations of Phrenology."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXIII.
SYMPTOMS OF DRAWING:—
A Truck"A TRUCK—A TOOTH—A BOTTLE OF BLACK STRAP—AND A POT OF HEAVY."
"A TRUCK—A TOOTH—A BOTTLE OF BLACK STRAP—AND A POT OF HEAVY."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXIV.
THE LOBSTERS' CLAUSE;
OR,
THE NEW POLICE BILL.
The New Police Bill.Now, then, Sir, I'll trouble you to move on!
Now, then, Sir, I'll trouble you to move on!
I sing, I sing, of the new bill, sir,That to the people seems a pill, sir,And shortly I'll relate its clauses,That you may know what the police law is.First and foremost, in a straight line running,For fifteen miles it will stop your funning,From Charing Cross, which ever way you turn, sir,If you infringe, your fingers you'll burn, sir.Oh, dear, oh, dear! they're better off in Greece, sir,Free from this Metropolitan New Police, sir.All the people who used to show, sir,Traps on the pavement, will find it no go, sir,And now within their shop or dwelling,Their odd-cum-shorts they must be selling,If maids after eight their mats should beat, sir,At the treadmill they'll have a treat,And, if little boys roll hoops, or fly kites, sir,They'll be lock'd up seven days and nights, sir.Oh, dear, &c.
I sing, I sing, of the new bill, sir,That to the people seems a pill, sir,And shortly I'll relate its clauses,That you may know what the police law is.First and foremost, in a straight line running,For fifteen miles it will stop your funning,From Charing Cross, which ever way you turn, sir,If you infringe, your fingers you'll burn, sir.Oh, dear, oh, dear! they're better off in Greece, sir,Free from this Metropolitan New Police, sir.All the people who used to show, sir,Traps on the pavement, will find it no go, sir,And now within their shop or dwelling,Their odd-cum-shorts they must be selling,If maids after eight their mats should beat, sir,At the treadmill they'll have a treat,And, if little boys roll hoops, or fly kites, sir,They'll be lock'd up seven days and nights, sir.Oh, dear, &c.
I sing, I sing, of the new bill, sir,That to the people seems a pill, sir,And shortly I'll relate its clauses,That you may know what the police law is.First and foremost, in a straight line running,For fifteen miles it will stop your funning,From Charing Cross, which ever way you turn, sir,If you infringe, your fingers you'll burn, sir.Oh, dear, oh, dear! they're better off in Greece, sir,Free from this Metropolitan New Police, sir.
I sing, I sing, of the new bill, sir,
That to the people seems a pill, sir,
And shortly I'll relate its clauses,
That you may know what the police law is.
First and foremost, in a straight line running,
For fifteen miles it will stop your funning,
From Charing Cross, which ever way you turn, sir,
If you infringe, your fingers you'll burn, sir.
Oh, dear, oh, dear! they're better off in Greece, sir,
Free from this Metropolitan New Police, sir.
All the people who used to show, sir,Traps on the pavement, will find it no go, sir,And now within their shop or dwelling,Their odd-cum-shorts they must be selling,If maids after eight their mats should beat, sir,At the treadmill they'll have a treat,And, if little boys roll hoops, or fly kites, sir,They'll be lock'd up seven days and nights, sir.Oh, dear, &c.
All the people who used to show, sir,
Traps on the pavement, will find it no go, sir,
And now within their shop or dwelling,
Their odd-cum-shorts they must be selling,
If maids after eight their mats should beat, sir,
At the treadmill they'll have a treat,
And, if little boys roll hoops, or fly kites, sir,
They'll be lock'd up seven days and nights, sir.
Oh, dear, &c.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXV.
TWELFTH DAY IN LONDON;
OR,
PAYING FOR A PEEP.
Paying for a Peep.R. C.
R. C.
"TWELFTH DAY."
Such are the scenes, that, at the front and the sideOf the Twelfth-Cake-Shops, scatter wild dismay;As up the slipp'ry curb, or pavement wide,We seek the pastrycooks, to keep Twelfth day;While ladies stand aghast, in speechless trance,Look round—dare not go back—and yet dare not advance.
Such are the scenes, that, at the front and the sideOf the Twelfth-Cake-Shops, scatter wild dismay;As up the slipp'ry curb, or pavement wide,We seek the pastrycooks, to keep Twelfth day;While ladies stand aghast, in speechless trance,Look round—dare not go back—and yet dare not advance.
Such are the scenes, that, at the front and the side
Of the Twelfth-Cake-Shops, scatter wild dismay;
As up the slipp'ry curb, or pavement wide,
We seek the pastrycooks, to keep Twelfth day;
While ladies stand aghast, in speechless trance,
Look round—dare not go back—and yet dare not advance.
Hone's"Every-Day Book."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXVI.
BEFORE AND AFTER MARRIAGE;
OR,
RINGING THE CHANGES.
Ringing the Changes.
"Say but the word, my dear Susan, and you're mine for ever; we shall be as happy as the day is long!"
"Out o' my sight, you villain! I wish I had never seen your ugly mug—you have been the curse of my life!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXVII.
AN OSTLER, ALIAS OATSTEALER;
OR,
A HINT TO TRAVELLERS.
A Hint to Travellers.
Traveller: "Having made myself comfortable, I must now look to my nag, for these ostlers are sorry dogs."
Ostler: "Aye, you may look, old Bald-face; but as you can't tell no tales, why, its better you should go without your feed than I without my pot."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXVIII.
MUSIC HATH CHARMS TO SOOTH THE SAVAGE BREAST.
Music Hath Charms.
"I love music, and I don't see why I shouldn't enjoy myself—besides its a charity to my sick neighbour: it will soothe him to a gentle slumber!"
"Oh, dear! oh, dear—was ever poor devil so tortured!—that infernal noise will be the death of me!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXIX.
BULLS AND NO JOKES;
OR,
GALLANTRY ON THE GALLOP.
Gallantry on the Gallop.
"Johnny, you wretch! you're not going to leave me here with these 'orned hanimals? For the love you bear me, come back and help me over!"—"I'm blessed if I do!—'number one' is the first law of nature, so here goes! Come along Fowler!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXX.
DR. BOLUS, OR THE LAST PILL.
——Throw physic to the dogs:—I'll none of it.
Dr. Bolus.R. C.
R. C.
"'TwillDOfor you, my good friend—it is an infallible remedy for all diseases!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXI.
LONDON IN THE DOG DAYS.
London in the Dog Days.
"Hulloa! take care of that ere dog, I'm blow'd if he arn't as mad as a March hare! He's bolted with his mistress's kittle, and I'm splashed if he arn't got theHYDRAPHOBIA, or he wouldn't go past the pump in such a hurry."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXII.
PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE!
Patience is a Virtue.
"Why, I say, Popjoy, ha'nt you had a bite all day?"
"No."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXIII.
SEASONABLE AMUSEMENTS;
OR,
"SPORTING A TOE" ON THE ICE.
Sporting a Toe.
Sport that wrinkled care derides,And laughter holding both his sides.Come and trip it as you go,On the light fantastic toe.
Sport that wrinkled care derides,And laughter holding both his sides.Come and trip it as you go,On the light fantastic toe.
Sport that wrinkled care derides,
And laughter holding both his sides.
Come and trip it as you go,
On the light fantastic toe.
Milton's"L'Allegro."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXIV.
PITY THE FROZE OUT GARDENERS.
Pity's Akin to Love."PITY'S AKIN TO LOVE."
"PITY'S AKIN TO LOVE."
"Pity the froze out gardeners!"—"I will my poor fellows. I'll provide you with aWARMreception when you come to me."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXV.
THE COBBLER AND HIS DOXY.
The Cobbler and His Doxy.
ACOBBLERI am, and my name is Dick Awl,I'm a bit of a beast, for I live in astall!With an ugly old wife, and a tortoise-shell cat,Imendsboots and shoes, with a rat a tat tat.This morning, at breakfast, on bacon and spinage,Says I, to my wife, "I'm going to Greenwich,"Says she, "Dickey Awl, aye and I will go too;"Says I, "Mrs. Awl, I'll be d——d if you do."
ACOBBLERI am, and my name is Dick Awl,I'm a bit of a beast, for I live in astall!With an ugly old wife, and a tortoise-shell cat,Imendsboots and shoes, with a rat a tat tat.This morning, at breakfast, on bacon and spinage,Says I, to my wife, "I'm going to Greenwich,"Says she, "Dickey Awl, aye and I will go too;"Says I, "Mrs. Awl, I'll be d——d if you do."
ACOBBLERI am, and my name is Dick Awl,I'm a bit of a beast, for I live in astall!With an ugly old wife, and a tortoise-shell cat,Imendsboots and shoes, with a rat a tat tat.
ACOBBLERI am, and my name is Dick Awl,
I'm a bit of a beast, for I live in astall!
With an ugly old wife, and a tortoise-shell cat,
Imendsboots and shoes, with a rat a tat tat.
This morning, at breakfast, on bacon and spinage,Says I, to my wife, "I'm going to Greenwich,"Says she, "Dickey Awl, aye and I will go too;"Says I, "Mrs. Awl, I'll be d——d if you do."
This morning, at breakfast, on bacon and spinage,
Says I, to my wife, "I'm going to Greenwich,"
Says she, "Dickey Awl, aye and I will go too;"
Says I, "Mrs. Awl, I'll be d——d if you do."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXVI.
A GREENWICH MUTINEER.
A Greenwich Mutineer.
[Taken from life during the Mutiny at Greenwich Hospital on the Birthday of his present Majesty.]
"Shiver my timbers!—here's a go!—no grog on the King's Birthday!—I'm blest if I don't strike!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXVII.
ENGLISH BEER.
Heavy Wet."HEAVY WET."
"HEAVY WET."
King William and Reform, I say,In such a case who can be neuter?Just let me blow the froth away,And see how I will drain the pewter.Another tankard, landlord, fill,And let us drink to that ere chap, Broom;And then we'll chaunt God save King Bill,And send the echoes thro' the tap-room.
King William and Reform, I say,In such a case who can be neuter?Just let me blow the froth away,And see how I will drain the pewter.Another tankard, landlord, fill,And let us drink to that ere chap, Broom;And then we'll chaunt God save King Bill,And send the echoes thro' the tap-room.
King William and Reform, I say,In such a case who can be neuter?Just let me blow the froth away,And see how I will drain the pewter.
King William and Reform, I say,
In such a case who can be neuter?
Just let me blow the froth away,
And see how I will drain the pewter.
Another tankard, landlord, fill,And let us drink to that ere chap, Broom;And then we'll chaunt God save King Bill,And send the echoes thro' the tap-room.
Another tankard, landlord, fill,
And let us drink to that ere chap, Broom;
And then we'll chaunt God save King Bill,
And send the echoes thro' the tap-room.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXVIII.
FRENCH BRANDY.
French Brandy.
Ah ha, Mr. Englishman! voyez ici,De grandest specific to banish ennui,Begar is a bumper of French eau de vie.So here's the Rost Bif of Old England,Wash'd down by the pure Cogniac.
Ah ha, Mr. Englishman! voyez ici,De grandest specific to banish ennui,Begar is a bumper of French eau de vie.So here's the Rost Bif of Old England,Wash'd down by the pure Cogniac.
Ah ha, Mr. Englishman! voyez ici,
De grandest specific to banish ennui,
Begar is a bumper of French eau de vie.
So here's the Rost Bif of Old England,
Wash'd down by the pure Cogniac.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. LXXXIX.
IRISH WHISKEY.
Irish Wiskey.
Och! Judy dear, a fig for beer,The pleasure sure is greater,When you are dry, to bung your eyeWith quarterns of the "cratur!"
Och! Judy dear, a fig for beer,The pleasure sure is greater,When you are dry, to bung your eyeWith quarterns of the "cratur!"
Och! Judy dear, a fig for beer,
The pleasure sure is greater,
When you are dry, to bung your eye
With quarterns of the "cratur!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XC.
JAMAICA RUM.
Jamaica Rum.
Tho' Whiskey may be priz'd by some,And others sing the praise of Jackey,There's nothing like Jamaica Rum,To warm your dingy frame, Old Blackee.
Tho' Whiskey may be priz'd by some,And others sing the praise of Jackey,There's nothing like Jamaica Rum,To warm your dingy frame, Old Blackee.
Tho' Whiskey may be priz'd by some,
And others sing the praise of Jackey,
There's nothing like Jamaica Rum,
To warm your dingy frame, Old Blackee.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCI.
WHAT A SHOCKING BAD HAT.
What a Shocking Bad Hat.
What object meets my wondering gaze,That knew, I doubt not, better days?How chang'd in form, alas! from that—Oh, "What a shocking bad Hat!"
What object meets my wondering gaze,That knew, I doubt not, better days?How chang'd in form, alas! from that—Oh, "What a shocking bad Hat!"
What object meets my wondering gaze,
That knew, I doubt not, better days?
How chang'd in form, alas! from that—
Oh, "What a shocking bad Hat!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCII.
WHAT A SHOCKING BAD BONNET.
What a Shocking Bad Bonnet.
She is quizz'd by the girls—she is smok'd by the boys—And her ears are saluted by squalling and noise;While some lad with a tray, and a sheep's head upon it,Shouts out, "There she goes with a shocking bad bonnet!"
She is quizz'd by the girls—she is smok'd by the boys—And her ears are saluted by squalling and noise;While some lad with a tray, and a sheep's head upon it,Shouts out, "There she goes with a shocking bad bonnet!"
She is quizz'd by the girls—she is smok'd by the boys—
And her ears are saluted by squalling and noise;
While some lad with a tray, and a sheep's head upon it,
Shouts out, "There she goes with a shocking bad bonnet!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCIII.
THE LONG-SONG SELLER.
The Long-Song Seller.
——"Here ye are my ready money customers; you have 'em here atTHREE YARDS A PENNY. First of all:—
Here's "Jolly nose," "Begone dull care,""Black Bess," "What are you at" now?"My mother bids me bind my hair,""How droll!" "All round my hat" now!"Cease, ye pretty warbling choir,""True as is the needle,""And ye shall walk in silk attire,"With "The Parish Beadle!""A dainty life the fairy leads,""When stars their watch are keeping;""In peace love tunes the shepherd's reed,""Dear maid, while thou art sleeping!""When night-stars dance their fairy rays,"And here my batch I cry out,—"Hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings,""There you go with your eye out!"
Here's "Jolly nose," "Begone dull care,""Black Bess," "What are you at" now?"My mother bids me bind my hair,""How droll!" "All round my hat" now!"Cease, ye pretty warbling choir,""True as is the needle,""And ye shall walk in silk attire,"With "The Parish Beadle!""A dainty life the fairy leads,""When stars their watch are keeping;""In peace love tunes the shepherd's reed,""Dear maid, while thou art sleeping!""When night-stars dance their fairy rays,"And here my batch I cry out,—"Hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings,""There you go with your eye out!"
Here's "Jolly nose," "Begone dull care,""Black Bess," "What are you at" now?"My mother bids me bind my hair,""How droll!" "All round my hat" now!"Cease, ye pretty warbling choir,""True as is the needle,""And ye shall walk in silk attire,"With "The Parish Beadle!"
Here's "Jolly nose," "Begone dull care,"
"Black Bess," "What are you at" now?
"My mother bids me bind my hair,"
"How droll!" "All round my hat" now!
"Cease, ye pretty warbling choir,"
"True as is the needle,"
"And ye shall walk in silk attire,"
With "The Parish Beadle!"
"A dainty life the fairy leads,""When stars their watch are keeping;""In peace love tunes the shepherd's reed,""Dear maid, while thou art sleeping!""When night-stars dance their fairy rays,"And here my batch I cry out,—"Hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings,""There you go with your eye out!"
"A dainty life the fairy leads,"
"When stars their watch are keeping;"
"In peace love tunes the shepherd's reed,"
"Dear maid, while thou art sleeping!"
"When night-stars dance their fairy rays,"
And here my batch I cry out,—
"Hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings,"
"There you go with your eye out!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCIV.
HOGARTH'S PIEMAN.
Hogarth's Pieman.
We frequently meet with the pieman in old prints; and in Hogarth's "March to Finchley," there he stands in the very centre of the crowd, grinning with delight at the adroitness of one robbery, while he is himself the victim of another. We learn from this admirable figure by the greatest painter of English life, that the pieman of the last century perambulated the streets in professional costume; and we gather further, from the burly dimensions of his wares that he kept his trade alive by the laudable practice of giving "a good pennyworth for a penny." Justice compels us to observe that his successors of a later generation have not been very conscientious observers of this maxim.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCV.
YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL.
Young Lamb to Sell.Young lambs to sell! young lambs to sell.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I'd not come here with young lambs to sell!Dolly and Molly, Richard and Nell,Buy my young lambs, and I'll use you well!
Young lambs to sell! young lambs to sell.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I'd not come here with young lambs to sell!Dolly and Molly, Richard and Nell,Buy my young lambs, and I'll use you well!
Young lambs to sell! young lambs to sell.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I'd not come here with young lambs to sell!Dolly and Molly, Richard and Nell,Buy my young lambs, and I'll use you well!
Young lambs to sell! young lambs to sell.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I'd not come here with young lambs to sell!Dolly and Molly, Richard and Nell,Buy my young lambs, and I'll use you well!
Young lambs to sell! young lambs to sell.
If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I'd not come here with young lambs to sell!
Dolly and Molly, Richard and Nell,
Buy my young lambs, and I'll use you well!
The engraving represents an old "London Crier," one William Liston, from a drawing for which he purposelystoodin 1826.
This "public character" was born in the City of Glasgow. He became a soldier in the waggon-train commanded by Colonel Hamilton, and served under the Duke of York in Holland, where, on the 6th of October, 1799, he lost his right arm and left leg, and his place in the army. His misfortunes thrust distinction upon him. From having been a private in the ranks, where he would have remained undistinguished, he became one of the popular street-characters of his day.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCVI.
BUY A BROOM!—BUY A BROOM!
Buy a Broom
Buy a Broom? was formerly a very popular London-cry, when it was usually rendered thus:—"Puy a Proom, puy a prooms? a leetle one for ze papy, and a pig vons for ze lady: Puy a Proom?" Fifty years ago Madame Vestris charmed the town by her singing—
From Teutchland I came with my light wares all laden,To dear happy England in summer's gay bloom,Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty maiden,O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.Buy a broom, buy a broom, (Spoken) buy a broom,O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you,You'll find them quite handy by night or by day,And what better exercise pray can employ you,Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.—Buy a broom, &c.Ere winter comes on for sweet home departing,My toils for your favour again I'll resume;And while gratitude's tears in my eye-lids are starting,Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom.(Spoken)—Yes I shall go back to my own country, and tellthem there that I sold all my wares in England, singing—Buy a broom, &c.
From Teutchland I came with my light wares all laden,To dear happy England in summer's gay bloom,Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty maiden,O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.Buy a broom, buy a broom, (Spoken) buy a broom,O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you,You'll find them quite handy by night or by day,And what better exercise pray can employ you,Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.—Buy a broom, &c.Ere winter comes on for sweet home departing,My toils for your favour again I'll resume;And while gratitude's tears in my eye-lids are starting,Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom.(Spoken)—Yes I shall go back to my own country, and tellthem there that I sold all my wares in England, singing—Buy a broom, &c.
From Teutchland I came with my light wares all laden,To dear happy England in summer's gay bloom,Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty maiden,O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.Buy a broom, buy a broom, (Spoken) buy a broom,O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.
From Teutchland I came with my light wares all laden,
To dear happy England in summer's gay bloom,
Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty maiden,
O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.
Buy a broom, buy a broom, (Spoken) buy a broom,
O buy of the wand'ring Bavarian a broom.
To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you,You'll find them quite handy by night or by day,And what better exercise pray can employ you,Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.—Buy a broom, &c.
To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you,
You'll find them quite handy by night or by day,
And what better exercise pray can employ you,
Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.—Buy a broom, &c.
Ere winter comes on for sweet home departing,My toils for your favour again I'll resume;And while gratitude's tears in my eye-lids are starting,Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom.(Spoken)—Yes I shall go back to my own country, and tellthem there that I sold all my wares in England, singing—Buy a broom, &c.
Ere winter comes on for sweet home departing,
My toils for your favour again I'll resume;
And while gratitude's tears in my eye-lids are starting,
Bless the time that in England I cried buy a broom.
(Spoken)—Yes I shall go back to my own country, and tell
them there that I sold all my wares in England, singing—Buy a broom, &c.
But time and fashion hassweptboth the brooms and the girls from our shores.—Madame Vestris lies head-to-head with Charles Mathews in Kensal Green Cemetery.Tempus omnia revelat.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCVII.
THE FLYING STATIONER, OTHERWISE PATTERER.
The Flying Stationer.
"Here you have the last speech and dying vords, life, character, and behaviour of the hunfortunate malefactor that vos hexecuted this morning hopposite the Debtor's door, in the Hold Bailey! together with a full confession of the hoffence vherewith he was found guilty—befor a hupright Judge and a himpartial Jury! Here you have likewise a copy of the most hinfectionate letter, written by the criminal in the condemned cell the nightafter—I mean the nightaforehis hexecution, to his innocent vife and hunoffending babbies—with a copy of werses consarning the same—all for the small charge of von halfpenny.
"Here's tidings sad for owld and young,Of von who liv'd for years by macing;And vos this werry morning hung,The Debtor's Door at Newgate facing."Here's his confession upon hoath,The vords he spoke ven he vos dying,His birth and eddycation both—The whole pertic'lers—vell vorth the buying."Here's an account of robberies sad,In vich he alus vos a hactor;You must to read the life be glad—Of such a famous malefactor!"
"Here's tidings sad for owld and young,Of von who liv'd for years by macing;And vos this werry morning hung,The Debtor's Door at Newgate facing."Here's his confession upon hoath,The vords he spoke ven he vos dying,His birth and eddycation both—The whole pertic'lers—vell vorth the buying."Here's an account of robberies sad,In vich he alus vos a hactor;You must to read the life be glad—Of such a famous malefactor!"
"Here's tidings sad for owld and young,Of von who liv'd for years by macing;And vos this werry morning hung,The Debtor's Door at Newgate facing.
"Here's tidings sad for owld and young,
Of von who liv'd for years by macing;
And vos this werry morning hung,
The Debtor's Door at Newgate facing.
"Here's his confession upon hoath,The vords he spoke ven he vos dying,His birth and eddycation both—The whole pertic'lers—vell vorth the buying.
"Here's his confession upon hoath,
The vords he spoke ven he vos dying,
His birth and eddycation both—
The whole pertic'lers—vell vorth the buying.
"Here's an account of robberies sad,In vich he alus vos a hactor;You must to read the life be glad—Of such a famous malefactor!"
"Here's an account of robberies sad,
In vich he alus vos a hactor;
You must to read the life be glad—
Of such a famous malefactor!"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCVIII.
THE HEARTH-STONE MERCHANT.
The Hearth-Stone Merchant.
"Hearth-stones! Do you want any hearth-stones? Now, my maids, here's your right sort—reg'lar good'uns, and no mistake—vorth two o'your shop harticles, and at half the price. Now my pretty von, lay out atanner, and charge your missus abob—and no cheating neither! the cook has always a right to make her market penny and to assist a poor cove like me in the bargain.
"They're good uns, you will find—Choose any, Marm, as you prefer;You looks so handsome and so kind,I'm sure you'll be a customer."Three halfpence, Marm, for this here pair—I only vish as you vould try 'em;I'm sure you'll say the price is fair—Come, Marm, a penny if you'll buy 'em."There, Betty! I have often saidIt isn't dress that makes gentility;For do observe this hearth-stone blade,How well he understands ciwility."
"They're good uns, you will find—Choose any, Marm, as you prefer;You looks so handsome and so kind,I'm sure you'll be a customer."Three halfpence, Marm, for this here pair—I only vish as you vould try 'em;I'm sure you'll say the price is fair—Come, Marm, a penny if you'll buy 'em."There, Betty! I have often saidIt isn't dress that makes gentility;For do observe this hearth-stone blade,How well he understands ciwility."
"They're good uns, you will find—Choose any, Marm, as you prefer;You looks so handsome and so kind,I'm sure you'll be a customer.
"They're good uns, you will find—
Choose any, Marm, as you prefer;
You looks so handsome and so kind,
I'm sure you'll be a customer.
"Three halfpence, Marm, for this here pair—I only vish as you vould try 'em;I'm sure you'll say the price is fair—Come, Marm, a penny if you'll buy 'em.
"Three halfpence, Marm, for this here pair—
I only vish as you vould try 'em;
I'm sure you'll say the price is fair—
Come, Marm, a penny if you'll buy 'em.
"There, Betty! I have often saidIt isn't dress that makes gentility;For do observe this hearth-stone blade,How well he understands ciwility."
"There, Betty! I have often said
It isn't dress that makes gentility;
For do observe this hearth-stone blade,
How well he understands ciwility."
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. XCIX.
THE LONDON BARROW-WOMAN.
The London Barrow-Man.
Round and sound,Two-pence a pound.Cherries, rare ripe cherries!Cherries a ha'penny a stickCome and pick! come and pick!Cherries big as plums! who comes, who comes?
Round and sound,Two-pence a pound.Cherries, rare ripe cherries!Cherries a ha'penny a stickCome and pick! come and pick!Cherries big as plums! who comes, who comes?
Round and sound,Two-pence a pound.Cherries, rare ripe cherries!
Round and sound,
Two-pence a pound.
Cherries, rare ripe cherries!
Cherries a ha'penny a stickCome and pick! come and pick!Cherries big as plums! who comes, who comes?
Cherries a ha'penny a stick
Come and pick! come and pick!
Cherries big as plums! who comes, who comes?
The late George Cruikshank, whose pencil was ever distinguished by power of decision in every character he sketched, and whose close observation of passing men and manners was unrivalled by any artist of his day, contributed the "London Barrow-woman" to the pages of Hone'sEvery-Day Bookin 1826 from his own recollection of her.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. C.
THE LADY AS CRIES CATS' MEAT.
The Lady As Cries Cats' Meat.
Old Maids your custom I invites,Fork out, and don't be shabby,And don't begrudge a bit of lightsOr liver for your Tabby.Hark! how the Pussies make a rout—To buy you can't refuse;So may you never be withoutThemusicof theirmews.Here's famous meat—all lean, no fat—No better in Great Britain;Come, buy a penn'orth for your Cat—A happ'orth for your Kitten.Come all my barrow for a bob!Some charity diskiver;For faith, it ar'nt an easy jobToliveby sellingliver.Who'll buy? who'll buy of Cats-meat-Nan!I've bawl'd till I am sick;But ready money is my plan;I never gives no tick.I've got no customers as yet—In wain is my appeal—And not to buy a single bitIs werry ungenteel!
Old Maids your custom I invites,Fork out, and don't be shabby,And don't begrudge a bit of lightsOr liver for your Tabby.Hark! how the Pussies make a rout—To buy you can't refuse;So may you never be withoutThemusicof theirmews.Here's famous meat—all lean, no fat—No better in Great Britain;Come, buy a penn'orth for your Cat—A happ'orth for your Kitten.Come all my barrow for a bob!Some charity diskiver;For faith, it ar'nt an easy jobToliveby sellingliver.Who'll buy? who'll buy of Cats-meat-Nan!I've bawl'd till I am sick;But ready money is my plan;I never gives no tick.I've got no customers as yet—In wain is my appeal—And not to buy a single bitIs werry ungenteel!
Old Maids your custom I invites,Fork out, and don't be shabby,And don't begrudge a bit of lightsOr liver for your Tabby.
Old Maids your custom I invites,
Fork out, and don't be shabby,
And don't begrudge a bit of lights
Or liver for your Tabby.
Hark! how the Pussies make a rout—To buy you can't refuse;So may you never be withoutThemusicof theirmews.
Hark! how the Pussies make a rout—
To buy you can't refuse;
So may you never be without
Themusicof theirmews.
Here's famous meat—all lean, no fat—No better in Great Britain;Come, buy a penn'orth for your Cat—A happ'orth for your Kitten.
Here's famous meat—all lean, no fat—
No better in Great Britain;
Come, buy a penn'orth for your Cat—
A happ'orth for your Kitten.
Come all my barrow for a bob!Some charity diskiver;For faith, it ar'nt an easy jobToliveby sellingliver.
Come all my barrow for a bob!
Some charity diskiver;
For faith, it ar'nt an easy job
Toliveby sellingliver.
Who'll buy? who'll buy of Cats-meat-Nan!I've bawl'd till I am sick;But ready money is my plan;I never gives no tick.
Who'll buy? who'll buy of Cats-meat-Nan!
I've bawl'd till I am sick;
But ready money is my plan;
I never gives no tick.
I've got no customers as yet—In wain is my appeal—And not to buy a single bitIs werry ungenteel!
I've got no customers as yet—
In wain is my appeal—
And not to buy a single bit
Is werry ungenteel!
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CI.
THE DOGS'-MEAT MAN.
Founded on Fact.
The Dogs' Meat Man.
In Gray's Inn Lane, not long ago,An old maid lived a life of woe;She was fifty-three, and her face like tan,And she fell in love with a dogs'-meat man.Much she loved this dogs'-meat man;He was a good-looking dogs'-meat man;Her roses and lilies were turn'd to tan,When she fell in love wi' the dogs'-meat man.Every morning when he went by,Whether the weather was wet or dry,And right opposite her door he'd stand,And cry "dogs' meat," did this dogs'-meat man.Then her cat would run out to the dogs'-meat man,And rub against the barrow of the dogs'-meat man,As right opposite to her door he'd stand,And cry "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.One morn she kept him at the door,Talking half-an-hour or more;For, you must know, that was her plan,To have a good look at the dogs'-meat man."Times are hard," says the dogs'-meat man;"Folks get in my debt," says the dogs'-meat man;Then he took up his barrow, and away he ran,And cried "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
In Gray's Inn Lane, not long ago,An old maid lived a life of woe;She was fifty-three, and her face like tan,And she fell in love with a dogs'-meat man.Much she loved this dogs'-meat man;He was a good-looking dogs'-meat man;Her roses and lilies were turn'd to tan,When she fell in love wi' the dogs'-meat man.Every morning when he went by,Whether the weather was wet or dry,And right opposite her door he'd stand,And cry "dogs' meat," did this dogs'-meat man.Then her cat would run out to the dogs'-meat man,And rub against the barrow of the dogs'-meat man,As right opposite to her door he'd stand,And cry "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.One morn she kept him at the door,Talking half-an-hour or more;For, you must know, that was her plan,To have a good look at the dogs'-meat man."Times are hard," says the dogs'-meat man;"Folks get in my debt," says the dogs'-meat man;Then he took up his barrow, and away he ran,And cried "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
In Gray's Inn Lane, not long ago,An old maid lived a life of woe;She was fifty-three, and her face like tan,And she fell in love with a dogs'-meat man.Much she loved this dogs'-meat man;He was a good-looking dogs'-meat man;Her roses and lilies were turn'd to tan,When she fell in love wi' the dogs'-meat man.
In Gray's Inn Lane, not long ago,
An old maid lived a life of woe;
She was fifty-three, and her face like tan,
And she fell in love with a dogs'-meat man.
Much she loved this dogs'-meat man;
He was a good-looking dogs'-meat man;
Her roses and lilies were turn'd to tan,
When she fell in love wi' the dogs'-meat man.
Every morning when he went by,Whether the weather was wet or dry,And right opposite her door he'd stand,And cry "dogs' meat," did this dogs'-meat man.Then her cat would run out to the dogs'-meat man,And rub against the barrow of the dogs'-meat man,As right opposite to her door he'd stand,And cry "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
Every morning when he went by,
Whether the weather was wet or dry,
And right opposite her door he'd stand,
And cry "dogs' meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
Then her cat would run out to the dogs'-meat man,
And rub against the barrow of the dogs'-meat man,
As right opposite to her door he'd stand,
And cry "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
One morn she kept him at the door,Talking half-an-hour or more;For, you must know, that was her plan,To have a good look at the dogs'-meat man."Times are hard," says the dogs'-meat man;"Folks get in my debt," says the dogs'-meat man;Then he took up his barrow, and away he ran,And cried "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
One morn she kept him at the door,
Talking half-an-hour or more;
For, you must know, that was her plan,
To have a good look at the dogs'-meat man.
"Times are hard," says the dogs'-meat man;
"Folks get in my debt," says the dogs'-meat man;
Then he took up his barrow, and away he ran,
And cried "Dogs' Meat," did this dogs'-meat man.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CII.
GUY FAWKES—GUY.
Guy Fawkes-Guy.
There cannot be a better representation of "Guy Fawkes," as he was borne about the metropolis in effigy in the days "When George the Third was King," than the above sketch by George Cruikshank.
Please to remember the fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot;We know no reason, why gunpowder treason,Should ever be forgot!Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!A stick and a stake, for King George's sake,A stick and a stump, for Guy Fawkes' rump!Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!
Please to remember the fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot;We know no reason, why gunpowder treason,Should ever be forgot!Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!A stick and a stake, for King George's sake,A stick and a stump, for Guy Fawkes' rump!Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!
Please to remember the fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot;We know no reason, why gunpowder treason,Should ever be forgot!Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!A stick and a stake, for King George's sake,A stick and a stump, for Guy Fawkes' rump!Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!
Please to remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot;
We know no reason, why gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot!
Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!
A stick and a stake, for King George's sake,
A stick and a stump, for Guy Fawkes' rump!
Holla boys! holla boys! huzza—a—a!
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CIII.
THE PIEMAN;
OR,
O LORD! WHAT A PLACE IS A CAMP.
The Pieman.
"O Lord! what a place is a camp,What wonderful doings are there;The people are all on the tramp,To me it looks devilish queer:Here's ladies a swigging of gin,A crop of macaronies likewise:And I, with my 'Who'll up and win?Come, here is your hot mutton pies.'"Here's galloping this way and that,With, 'Madam, stand out of the way;'Here's, 'O fie! sir, what would you be at?—Come, none of your impudence pray:'Here's 'Halt—to the right-about-face,'Here's laughing, and screaming, and cries:Here's milliners'-men out of place,And I with my hot mutton pies."Here's the heath all round like a fair,Here's butlers, and sutlers, and cooks;Here's popping away in the air,And captains with terrible looks:Here's 'How do you do?'—'Pretty well;The dust has got into my eyes,'There's—'fellow what have you to sell?''Why, only some hot mutton pies?'"
"O Lord! what a place is a camp,What wonderful doings are there;The people are all on the tramp,To me it looks devilish queer:Here's ladies a swigging of gin,A crop of macaronies likewise:And I, with my 'Who'll up and win?Come, here is your hot mutton pies.'"Here's galloping this way and that,With, 'Madam, stand out of the way;'Here's, 'O fie! sir, what would you be at?—Come, none of your impudence pray:'Here's 'Halt—to the right-about-face,'Here's laughing, and screaming, and cries:Here's milliners'-men out of place,And I with my hot mutton pies."Here's the heath all round like a fair,Here's butlers, and sutlers, and cooks;Here's popping away in the air,And captains with terrible looks:Here's 'How do you do?'—'Pretty well;The dust has got into my eyes,'There's—'fellow what have you to sell?''Why, only some hot mutton pies?'"
"O Lord! what a place is a camp,What wonderful doings are there;The people are all on the tramp,To me it looks devilish queer:Here's ladies a swigging of gin,A crop of macaronies likewise:And I, with my 'Who'll up and win?Come, here is your hot mutton pies.'
"O Lord! what a place is a camp,
What wonderful doings are there;
The people are all on the tramp,
To me it looks devilish queer:
Here's ladies a swigging of gin,
A crop of macaronies likewise:
And I, with my 'Who'll up and win?
Come, here is your hot mutton pies.'
"Here's galloping this way and that,With, 'Madam, stand out of the way;'Here's, 'O fie! sir, what would you be at?—Come, none of your impudence pray:'Here's 'Halt—to the right-about-face,'Here's laughing, and screaming, and cries:Here's milliners'-men out of place,And I with my hot mutton pies.
"Here's galloping this way and that,
With, 'Madam, stand out of the way;'
Here's, 'O fie! sir, what would you be at?—
Come, none of your impudence pray:'
Here's 'Halt—to the right-about-face,'
Here's laughing, and screaming, and cries:
Here's milliners'-men out of place,
And I with my hot mutton pies.
"Here's the heath all round like a fair,Here's butlers, and sutlers, and cooks;Here's popping away in the air,And captains with terrible looks:Here's 'How do you do?'—'Pretty well;The dust has got into my eyes,'There's—'fellow what have you to sell?''Why, only some hot mutton pies?'"
"Here's the heath all round like a fair,
Here's butlers, and sutlers, and cooks;
Here's popping away in the air,
And captains with terrible looks:
Here's 'How do you do?'—'Pretty well;
The dust has got into my eyes,'
There's—'fellow what have you to sell?'
'Why, only some hot mutton pies?'"
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CIV.
ALL ROUND MY HAT I VEARS A GREEN VILLOW.
All Round My Hat.
All round my hat I vears a green villow,All round my hat, for a twelvemonth and a day;If any body axes me the reason vy I vears it,I tells 'em that my own true love is far far away.'Twas a going of my rounds, in the streets I first did meet her,Oh, I thought she vos a hangel just come down from the sky;(Spoken)—She's a nice wegitable countenance; turnup nose, redish cheeks, and carroty hair.And I never knew a voice more louder or more sweeter,When she cried, buy my primroses, my primroses come buy.(Spoken)—Here's your fine cauliflowers.All round, &c.O, my love she was fair, my love she was kind, too,And cruel vos the cruel judge vot had my love to try:(Spoken)—Here's your precious turnups.For thieving vos a thing she never was inclined to:But he sent my love across the seas, far far away.(Spoken)—Here's your hard-hearted cabbages.All round, &c.
All round my hat I vears a green villow,All round my hat, for a twelvemonth and a day;If any body axes me the reason vy I vears it,I tells 'em that my own true love is far far away.'Twas a going of my rounds, in the streets I first did meet her,Oh, I thought she vos a hangel just come down from the sky;(Spoken)—She's a nice wegitable countenance; turnup nose, redish cheeks, and carroty hair.And I never knew a voice more louder or more sweeter,When she cried, buy my primroses, my primroses come buy.(Spoken)—Here's your fine cauliflowers.All round, &c.O, my love she was fair, my love she was kind, too,And cruel vos the cruel judge vot had my love to try:(Spoken)—Here's your precious turnups.For thieving vos a thing she never was inclined to:But he sent my love across the seas, far far away.(Spoken)—Here's your hard-hearted cabbages.All round, &c.
All round my hat I vears a green villow,
All round my hat, for a twelvemonth and a day;
If any body axes me the reason vy I vears it,
I tells 'em that my own true love is far far away.
'Twas a going of my rounds, in the streets I first did meet her,
Oh, I thought she vos a hangel just come down from the sky;
(Spoken)—She's a nice wegitable countenance; turnup nose, redish cheeks, and carroty hair.
And I never knew a voice more louder or more sweeter,
When she cried, buy my primroses, my primroses come buy.
(Spoken)—Here's your fine cauliflowers.
All round, &c.
O, my love she was fair, my love she was kind, too,
And cruel vos the cruel judge vot had my love to try:
(Spoken)—Here's your precious turnups.
For thieving vos a thing she never was inclined to:
But he sent my love across the seas, far far away.
(Spoken)—Here's your hard-hearted cabbages.
All round, &c.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CV.
SONG OF THE STEAM COACHMAN THAT DRIVES THE OMNIBUS TO THE MOON.
Steam carriages by land are now the order of the day, sir,But why they haven't started yet, 'tis not for me to say, sir;Some people hint 'tisuphillwork—that loose they find a screw, sir,Such novelties, as Pat would say, ofoldthey neverknew, sir.Bow, wow, &c.
Steam carriages by land are now the order of the day, sir,But why they haven't started yet, 'tis not for me to say, sir;Some people hint 'tisuphillwork—that loose they find a screw, sir,Such novelties, as Pat would say, ofoldthey neverknew, sir.Bow, wow, &c.
Steam carriages by land are now the order of the day, sir,
But why they haven't started yet, 'tis not for me to say, sir;
Some people hint 'tisuphillwork—that loose they find a screw, sir,
Such novelties, as Pat would say, ofoldthey neverknew, sir.
Bow, wow, &c.
Song of the Steam Coachman.
Now is the time for a sly trip tothe Moon, sir,There's a newRail Roadjust made throughthe Sky,Or if you prefer it, we have aprimeBalloon, sir,In which you can ascend with meup sky high.Travelling the rage is—in the tying of a sandal,We take ourteainTartary, orchopatCoromandel,Then whenblazing hotwe get withIndia's gumsandspices,We take astrolltowards thePole, andcool our-selves with ices.Now is the time for a sly trip tothe Moon, sir, &c.
Now is the time for a sly trip tothe Moon, sir,There's a newRail Roadjust made throughthe Sky,Or if you prefer it, we have aprimeBalloon, sir,In which you can ascend with meup sky high.Travelling the rage is—in the tying of a sandal,We take ourteainTartary, orchopatCoromandel,Then whenblazing hotwe get withIndia's gumsandspices,We take astrolltowards thePole, andcool our-selves with ices.Now is the time for a sly trip tothe Moon, sir, &c.
Now is the time for a sly trip tothe Moon, sir,
There's a newRail Roadjust made throughthe Sky,
Or if you prefer it, we have aprimeBalloon, sir,
In which you can ascend with meup sky high.
Travelling the rage is—in the tying of a sandal,
We take ourteainTartary, orchopatCoromandel,
Then whenblazing hotwe get withIndia's gumsandspices,
We take astrolltowards thePole, andcool our-selves with ices.
Now is the time for a sly trip tothe Moon, sir, &c.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CVI.
LIFE
IN THE
BACK SLUMS OF THE HOLY LAND.
Life in the Black Slums.R. C.
R. C.
There's a difference between a beggar and a queen,And the reason I'll tell you why;A queen cannot swagger, nor get drunk like a beggar.Nor be half so happy as I,—as I.
There's a difference between a beggar and a queen,And the reason I'll tell you why;A queen cannot swagger, nor get drunk like a beggar.Nor be half so happy as I,—as I.
There's a difference between a beggar and a queen,
And the reason I'll tell you why;
A queen cannot swagger, nor get drunk like a beggar.
Nor be half so happy as I,—as I.
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CVII.
"DINNER TIME;
OR,
HOW TO COMFORT THE INWARD MAN."
Dinner timeAppetite comes with eating, says Angeston.—Rabelais, bk. 1., ch. v.
Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.—Rabelais, bk. 1., ch. v.
Husband:Now then, Old Gal; cook us about another pound and a half of our home made bacon, and, then I do think I shall 'ave done for this once.
Wife:Yes! Tom, but recollect that Parson said on Sunday last, that poor folks, since the 'provements of cookery eat about twice as much as nature requires.
Husband:Well! then we can't do no better than practice what Parson preaches about, can we?
GALLERY OF COMICALITIES—No. CVIII.
ADELPHI THEATRE.