An obese woman hoisted upon her servant's back as her doctor's prescribed cure for flatulence. The lady asks: "O! dear, doctor, has John studied the book?", her doctor replies: "Aye, aye; nothing requir'd but my book, page 75 -gently John! Gently! Page 75". The black servant exclaims: "Eh! eh! Missey, you makey wind for true." The doctor has some resemblance to John Abernethy
Alternative Title:
Cure for flatulency
Description:
Title etched below image., "A. Sharpshooter" is the pseudonym of John Phillips; see British Museum catalogue., and Sheet trimmed within plate mark.
Publisher:
Published November 30, 1829, by S. Gans, 15 Southampton Street, Strand
Subject (Geographic):
Great Britain and Great Britain.
Subject (Topic):
Physicians, Patients, Household employees, Dogs, Flatulence, Black people, House furnishings, Costume, History, Obesity, and Servants
"Design in an irregular oval border to which four scrolls are attached: ‘To the Work House, To the Mad-House, To the Gaol, The Gibbet'. The shop is ornate and pilastered, lit by a double gas chandelier. The customers, dregs of the town, stand at the counter, within the toothed circle of a huge man-trap on the floor. A drunken man in the remnants of fashionable clothes, takes a glass from the barmaid (right). She is outwardly comely, but her fashionable dress, a smiling mask, and gloves, conceal a skeleton, revealed by a skull which grins from her shoulder, and the bones of a foot and ankle. Beside her is a book: ‘Open Gin Shop The Way to Wealth'. An old hag drinks, another gives gin to an infant in her arms; a little girl drains a glass, and a tiny child clamours at the counter. On the counter stands a small cask on which sits a skeleton: Bacchus with bottle and glass. On the left stands Death (who has set the trap), a skeleton dressed as a London watchman; he holds up an hour-glass in place of lantern; he holds a javelin which points ominously to a trap-door in the boards at his feet. He says: ‘I shall have them all dead drunk presently! They have nearly had their last glass'. On the extreme right behind the barmaid is a doorway framing a ring of little demons dancing round a spirit-still; a skull grins from the transparent retort; below the floor is a dark space: ‘Spirit Vaults'. The casks in the shop are coffins. A huge one is ‘Old Tom' [gin, especially if good and strong]. The others are ‘Deady's Cordial' [Deady was a well-known distiller], ‘Kill Devil' [rum, especially if new], ‘Blue Ruin' [bad gin], ‘Gin & Bitters'. On the wall are two placards: [1] a playbill, ‘Drury Lane Theatre, Road to Ruin [cf. British Museum Satires No. 8073] --Life in London [cf. British Museum Satires No. 14320], Devil to Pay' [cf. British Museum Satires No. 7908]; [2] ‘Wanted a few Members to complete A Burial Society'."--British Museum online catalogue
Description:
Title etched below image., Four lines of quoted verse below title: "Now oh dear, how shocking the thought is, They makes the gin from aquafortis; They do it on purpose folks lives to shorten, And tickets it up at two-pence a quartern". New Ballad., Sheet trimmed within plate mark., One of six plates of a series entitled: Scraps and sketches / by George Cruikshank. Part the second. See Catalogue of prints and drawings in the British Museum. Division I, political and personal satires, v. 11, pages 239-240., Temporary local Medical Library subject terms: Drunkeness -- Children and Childcare, and 1 print : etching, hand-colored ; sheet 27.5 x 36.7 cm.
Publisher:
George Cruikshank
Subject (Topic):
Alcoholism, Death (Personification), Alcoholic beverages, Gin, Intoxication, Children, Demons, Stills (Distilleries), and Coffins
"On a grassy plateau projecting from a rocky mountain are Wellington, Peel, and an old woman, as doctor-accoucheur, apothecary, and nurse. Where mountain joins plateau there is a shallow cavity in which is a tiny mouse, 'Emancipation'. On the top of the mountain is a royal crown from which float the words: 'Its our Royal Will & pleasure to be delivered.' Wellington, in profile to the right, holds with silent concentration huge 'Ministerial Forceps'. The nurse sits on a low seat holding a spoon and a steaming bowl of 'Political Caudle'. A large open book against her knees, 'THE TIMES', and a large watch (indicating the clock device above the leading article) show that she personifies "The Times". She looks up at Wellington with bleary bonhomie, saying, 'Oh! the dear creature, how many will accompany it to Ireland, to spend thier money--no doubt Dublin will become more fashionable than Paris--now Doctor never mind the windy warfare of those Gentlemen above!' She refers to three "winds": heads issuing from clouds below the mountain-top, each inscribed 'Faction', which blow blasts towards the cavity where the mouse emerges. The centre and principal head is Eldon's; the one on the left says to the third: 'Blow away Wind-chelsea kill the Brat.' The third (Winchelsea) answers 'Aye, Aye, or Cripple it.' Peel, standing behind Wellington, holds up a big medicine-bottle; he says: 'I used to think that Paliatives were the right Medicine, but the Doctor has convinced me something more active is wanted.' In the foreground, standing just below the plateau, are the heads and shoulders of spectators. On the left are two frenzied bishops; one (? Howley) holds up a crozier to which is attached a little 'No Popery' flag; he bellows: 'Brethren, Brethren, Mother Church is in danger.' The other holds up a large mitre extinguisher-wise towards the mouse, shouting: 'Oh the imp, if we catch it we'll Burke it!' [see British Museum Satires No. 15707, &c.]. As a pendant to the bishops are two non-Anglican ministers. One, evidently Irving, in gown and bands, as in British Museum Satires No. 15658, stands with raised arms as if in the pulpit, declaiming, 'The Sword of the Lord, and of Gideon, peradventure we may destroy this fiend of Satan.' Beside him is a minister of lower status, with lank hair and a large 'Book of Faith' under his arm. He says: 'A beast of the bottomless Pit--a beast of the Seven Hills--a horned beast with fire and sword.' Facing him is a startled yokel who asks: 'Pray Sir what sort of a beast be it?' In the middle distance (left), behind the bishops, O'Connell, in wig and gown, stands on the side of the mountain, addressing a band of his followers just below him. They ask him questions, to each of which he answers 'Yes' with a bland gesture: [1] 'I say Dan, will Mancipation make the Prates grow?' [2] 'Dan, shall we get plenty of Whiskey?' [3] 'Will bogs breed Pigs & shall we all wear warm wigs & silk cloaks like you Dan?' On the opposite flank of the mountain (right), much higher up and on a smaller scale, stands Cumberland, in hussar uniform, with a handkerchief to his eye; he addresses a body of dismayed clerics, only one of whom is characterized: 'No doubt this will become a Popish Country, that is if they get the loaves & fishes.'"--British Museum online catalogue
Alternative Title:
Much ado about nothing
Description:
Title etched below image., Questionable attribution to Seymour from British Museum catalogue., Sheet trimmed to plate mark., Temporary local subject terms: Apothecaries -- Crowns -- Forceps -- Spoons -- Dishes -- Bowl -- Mice -- Croziers -- Popery -- Mitres -- Ministers -- Barristers' wigs -- Military Uniforms: Hussar's., Temporary local Medical Library subject terms: Midwives and Accoucheurs -- British politics., and 1 print : etching ; plate mark 247 x 345 mm.
Publisher:
Pubd. by Thos. McLean, 26 Haymarket
Subject (Name):
Wellington, Arthur Wellesley, Duke of, 1769-1852, Peel, Robert, 1788-1850, Eldon, John Scott, Earl of, 1751-1838, Winchilsea, George William Finch-Hatton, Earl of, 1791-1858, Howley, William, 1766-1848, Irving, Edward, 1792-1834, O'Connell, Daniel, 1775-1847, and Ernest Augustus, King of Hanover, 1771-1851
Subject (Topic):
Clergy, Bishops, Physicians, Pharmacists, Nurses, Clocks & watches, and Medicines
