"Social satire; a tall thin man with a tasselled tricorn hat in one hand and wearing a sword, wig, buckled shoes and rings on both hands steps forward towards a large lady with a wreath in her hair, beauty spots, several rings, a cupid's bow and arrow...
"Mrs. Coutts (right), fat, swarthy, and moustached, sits at a table, holding out a cheque for £100.000 to Lord Burford. Her Cheque Book lies on the table. He steps forward, hat in hand, left hand on breast, in profile to the right. She says: Why you s...
Description:
Title etched below image.
Publisher:
Pubd. March 1825 by G. Humphrey, 27 St. James's Street, London
Subject (Name):
St. Albans, Harriot Mellon, Duchess of, 1777?-1837 and St. Albans, William Beauclerk, Duke of, 1801-1849
Racist caricature lampooning the inept attempt by African Americans to mimic the leisure culture of white high society depicting an African American tea party hosted by "Mr. Ludovico" and "Miss Rosabella." To the far right of the table, "Miss Rosabell...
"Four card-players at a round table in an old maid's parlour, with expressions that indicate a crisis in the game. A monkey sits on the back of the hostess's chair, about to snatch off her cap. A cockatoo is on a high perch before a tall folding scree...
Description:
Title from caption below image.
Publisher:
Published Jany 4, 1825 by S.W. Fores, Picadilly [sic]
Subject (Topic):
Playing cards, Card games, Cockatoos, Interiors, Parlors, Mirrors, and Monkeys
A grotesque racist caricature of a buxom black woman in a white dress decorated with flowers and a bonnet with ribbons, grinning at the viewer and saying 'Don't you think you Fancy me now Massa'. Probably inspired by the "High Life in Philadelphia'' s...
"Four men, much caricatured, fish from a punt which is anchored to a pole. One sleeps, another has hooked a giant frog, which a third is about to scoop up in a landing-net. The fourth registers excitement. In the punt is a chair."--British Museum onli...
"An obese, elderly, bottle-nosed man stands in his garden, in profile to the left, his knees flexed, in slippers, ungartered stockings, open waistcoat; he shades his eyes and looks up ecstatically. A cloud of flies buzz round his bald head; a panting ...
