Protecting the Sabbath!!!, or, Coersion for England [graphic]

A satire on the puritanical message of strictly observing the Sabbath. A puritan stands on a barrel marked 'St. Andrew', his arms held out making a cross. He cries: "Clear the streets of all evil doers - Remember ye keep severely strict the Sabbath day. 6 days and nights shall thou labour & do all that thou can get to do: but the 7th day is the Sabbarh of the Bishops according to law, and of the Ranters, and the Jumpers, and the Pantilers, and the Devildodgers and the Muggletonians and the Sawney Kirkmen and the Believers in the Unknown Tongues and the Irvins and the Spencer Percivals and the Agnews and the Mawworms and the Welllingtons and the Miguels and the Nickolas's and all the Whigs and Tories. In it thou shalt do no manner of work, thou & thy son & thy daughter & thy servant & thy dog & thy cat & thy horse & thy ass. Neither shall thou eat, drink, sleep, run, walk, nor talk under the penalties of fine confiscation, excommunication, carceration, starvation & D-nnation." Surrounding him are rotund puritans carrying clubs attack people going about their Sunday business. In the lower left one of the puritans raises a club over his head ready to strike a pig and saying, " Sacriligous monster to dare to eat on the blessed Sabbath." Above along the left edge, a thinner Puritan in a tall hat with an outstretched hand and a raised club stops a couple carrying a suitcase and bag and demands, "Hollo here! Where ar you going to on a Sunday." They reply, "Why for a bit of a jaunt in the Gravesend Steamer to be sure. It's the only day we can get out for a bit of hair. I'm afeard the wessel's off afore now, so don't stop us, man." In upper left, a Puritan points his stick up at a man sitting in a window, smoking a pipe and cries, "I say what smoke's that comming out of your chimney. You have been either blowing the fire or else you'r boiling summut. Put out the fire instantly or - - - - !!!" In the center of the sheet, a Puritan with club raised, pulls at the box of a young boy causing the tankards to spill out; he says, " Let go you wicked wrtech, to carry out beer on a Sunday." In the center foreground, a Purtain with a very large nose looks down a grate in the street and observes " There's some evil a brewing down here. Aye, as I'm a sinner if there isn't some new ale & yeast with it too. Now I should't be at all surprised if the yeast & the ale ain't a working togeather." In the center, a very fat Puritan with a bottle in his pocket grabs a very thin man by the neck and shakes his club as he asks, "Now young man what's the reason you a'n't at Chappel." To which the poor man replies, " Vy, sir, I'm going to the docters for some fizic for the bowel complaint." His accoster replies, "Well, you must to morrow because if you take it to day no doubt it'll work." On the right, a couple of puritans with guns shoot at a thin dog who runs from them, dropping his bone; the one says, " Shoot the infidel, he's got a bone." in the right foreground, another large Puritan with a Bible in his pocket grabs a thin man by the collar, "Sinner drop that toad in a hole." In the upper right, two puritans pull passengers from a carriage while another two stop the horses from the front. The coachman brandishing a whip, calls out "I say you cunting hypocrits, jist let go my horses or I'm bless'd if I don't luy this here vip on ye back."