The ne-plus-ultra of seamen alias Ultra-Marine [graphic].

"The Duke of Clarence, in admiral's uniform, stands with his back to the sea, gazing upwards and to the left with a malignant stare; his right fist is clenched; in his left hand he clutches papers docketed 'Calu[mnie]s'. He declaims (adapting Satan's address to the sun, 'Paradise Lost', iv, cf. British Museum Satires No. 13896, &c.): "O thou that with surpassing Glory shine, "And in whose train the stars attendant wait, Of thee I speak, but with no friendly Voice, And add thy name O Cinthia to tell thee How I hate thy brightness!!!" He apostrophizes the moon, a disk in the sky enclosing a bust portrait of the Queen, on a dark ground patterned with large five-pointed stars which are partly covered by cloud (hiding 'their diminished heads'). In the sea behind is a man-of-war in full sail, the 'Queen Caroline' (left), firing a stern-shot at the Duke; she flies a large flag on which are the Royal Arms, with the motto: 'Honi. soit qui mal y pense', and two pennants: 'Vox Populi' and 'Victoria'. A ship's boat, the 'True Blue' (right), is rowed by sailors; the helmsman stands up to wave his hat and shout towards the Duke's back "The Queen for Ever!!!" One asks: "Jack is that a Sailor!" Another answers: "Da--n me if I know there's no English true blue about him!" Below the title: 'Our Duke and no Duke, what with looking so blue In his coat and his learning, and chastisement too; His tricks on such Ultra-top-gallant mast pinnacles, -- Pestering lieutenants and poking at binnacles; -- Ultra opinions, and ultra suggestions, Cross quips, and cross quiddits, and very cross questions; His going so far beyond all other sailors, In cutting up true-blues, to brush up with tailors; And doing what never was yet done by seamen, By crossing the line of all feeling tow-rds women; Has played such a part to discolour the Queen, That the wags have entitled him Ultra-Marine.'"--British Museum online catalogue