Title: The Works of William Hogarth: In a Series of Engravings - With Descriptions, and a Comment on Their Moral Tendency
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THE
WORKS
OF
WILLIAM HOGARTH;

IN A
SERIES OF ENGRAVINGS:
WITH
DESCRIPTIONS,
AND
A COMMENT ON THEIR MORAL TENDENCY,

BY THE
REV. JOHN TRUSLER.

TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
ANECDOTES OF THE AUTHOR AND HIS WORKS,
BY J. HOGARTH AND J. NICHOLS.


London:
PUBLISHED BY JONES AND CO.
TEMPLE OF THE MUSES, (LATE LACKINGTON'S,) FINSBURY SQUARE.

1833.


C. BAYNES, PRINTER, 13 DUKE STREET, LINCOLN'S INN FIELDS.



THE LIFE OF HOGARTH.


William Hogarth is said to have been the descendant of a family
originally from Kirby Thore, in Westmorland.

His grandfather was a plain yeoman, who possessed a small tenement in
the vale of Bampton, a village about fifteen miles north of Kendal, in
that county; and had three sons.

The eldest assisted his father in farming, and succeeded to his little
freehold.

The second settled in Troutbeck, a village eight miles north west of
Kendal, and was remarkable for his talent at provincial poetry.

Richard Hogarth, the third son, who was educated at St. Bees, and had
kept a school in the same county, appears to have been a man of some
learning. He came early to London, where he resumed his original
occupation of a schoolmaster, in Ship-court in the Old Bailey, and was
occasionally employed as a corrector of the press.

Mr. Richard Hogarth married in London; and our artist, and his sisters,
Mary and Anne, are believed to have been the only product of the
marriage.

William Hogarth was born November 10, and baptised Nov. 28, 1697, in the
parish of St. Bartholomew the Great, in London; to which parish, it is
said, in the Biographia Britannica, he was afterwards a benefactor.

The school of Hogarth's father, in 1712, was in the parish of St.
Martin, Ludgate. In the register of that parish, therefore, the date of
his death, it was natural to suppose, might be found; but the register
has been searched to no purpose.

Hogarth seems to have received no other education than that of a
mechanic, and his outset in life was unpropitious. Young Hogarth was
bound apprentice to a silversmith (whose name was Gamble) of some
eminence; by whom he was confined to that branch of the trade, which
consists in engraving arms and cyphers upon the plate. While thus
employed, he gradually acquired some knowledge of drawing; and, before
his apprenticeship expired, he exhibited talent for caricature. "He felt
the impulse of genius, and that it directed him to painting, though
little apprised at that time of the mode Nature had intended he should
pursue."

The following circumstance gave the first indication of the talents with
which Hogarth afterwards proved himself to be so liberally endowed.

During his apprenticeship, he set out one Sunday, with two or three
companions, on an excursion to Highgate. The weather being hot, they
went into a public-house; where they had not long been, before a quarrel
arose between some persons in the same room; from words they soon got to
blows, and the quart pots being the only missiles at hand, were sent
flying about the room in glorious confusion. This was a scene too
laughable for Hogarth to resist. He drew out his pencil, and produced on
the spot one of the most ludicrous pieces that ever was seen; which
exhibited likenesses not only of the combatants engaged in the affray,
but also of the persons gathered round them, placed in grotesque
attitudes, and heightened with character and points of humour.

On the expiration of his apprenticeship, he entered into the academy in
St. Martin's Lane, and studied drawing from the life: but in this his
proficiency was inconsiderable; nor would he ever have surpassed
_mediocrity_ as a painter, if he had not penetrated through external
form to character and manners. "It was character, passions, the soul,
that his genius was given him to copy."

The engraving of arms and shop-bills seems to have been his first
employment by which to obtain a decent livelihood. He was, however, soon
engaged in decorating books, and furnished sets of plates for several
publications of the time. An edition of _Hudibras_ afforded him the
first subject suited to his genius: yet he felt so much the shackles of
other men's ideas, that he was less successful in this task than might
have been expected. In the mean time, he had acquired the use of the
brush, as well as of the pen and graver; and, possessing a singular
facility in seizing a likeness, he acquired considerable employment as a
portrait-painter. Shortly after his marriage, he informs us that he
commenced painter of small conversation pieces, from twelve to fifteen
inches in height; the novelty of which caused them to succeed for a few
years. One of the earliest productions of this kind, which distinguished
him as a painter, is supposed to have been a representation of Wanstead
Assembly; the figures in it were drawn from the life, and without
burlesque. The faces were said to bear great likenesses to the persons
so drawn, and to be rather better coloured than some of his more
finished performances. Grace, however, was no attribute of his pencil;
and he was more disposed to aggravate, than to soften the harsh touches
of Nature.

A curious anecdote is recorded of our artist during the early part of
his practice as a portrait painter. A nobleman, who was uncommonly ugly
and deformed, sat for his picture, which was executed in his happiest
manner, and with singularly rigid fidelity. The peer, disgusted at this
counterpart of his dear self, was not disposed very readily to pay for a
reflector that would only insult him with his deformities. After some
time had elapsed, and numerous unsuccessful applications had been made
for payment, the painter resorted to an expedient, which he knew must
alarm the nobleman's pride. He sent him the following card:--"Mr.
Hogarth's dutiful respects to Lord----; finding that he does not mean to
have the picture which was drawn for him, is informed again of Mr.
Hogarth's pressing necessities for the money. If, therefore, his
lordship does not send for it in three days, it will be disposed of,
with the addition of a tail and some other appendages, to _Mr. Hare, the
famous wild beast man_; Mr. H. having given that gentleman a conditional
promise on his lordship's refusal." This intimation had its desired
effect; the picture was paid for, and committed to the flames.

Hogarth's talents, however, for original comic design, gradually
unfolded themselves, and various public occasions produced displays of
his ludicrous powers.

In the year 1730, he clandestinely married the only daughter of Sir
James Thornhill, the painter, who was not easily reconciled to her union
with an obscure artist, as Hogarth then comparatively was. Shortly
after, he commenced his first great series of moral paintings, "The
Harlot's Progress:" some of these were, at Lady Thornhill's suggestion,
designedly placed by Mrs. Hogarth in her father's way, in order to
reconcile him to her marriage. Being informed by whom they were
executed, Sir James observed, "The man who can produce such
representations as these, can also maintain a wife without a portion."
He soon after, however, relented, and became generous to the young
couple, with whom he lived in great harmony until his death, which took
place in 1733.

In 1733 his genius became conspicuously known. The third scene of "The
Harlot's Progress" introduced him to the notice of the great: at a Board
of Treasury, (which was held a day or two after the appearance of that
print), a copy of it was shown by one of the lords, as containing, among
other excellences, a striking likeness of Sir John Gonson, a celebrated
magistrate of that day, well known for his rigour towards women of the
town. From the Treasury each lord repaired to the print-shop for a copy
of it, and Hogarth rose completely into fame.

Upwards of twelve hundred subscribers entered their names for the
plates, which were copied and imitated on fan mounts, and in a variety
of other forms; and a pantomime taken from them was represented at the
theatre. This performance, together with several subsequent ones of a
similar kind, have placed Hogarth in the rare class of original geniuses
and inventors. He may be said to have created an entirely new species of
painting, which may be termed the _moral comic_; and may be considered
rather as a writer of comedy with a pencil, than as a painter. If
catching the manners and follies of an age, _living as they rise_--if
general satire on vices,--and ridicule familiarised by strokes of
Nature, and heightened by wit,--and the whole animated by proper and
just expressions of the passions,--be comedy, Hogarth composed comedies
as much as Moliere.

Soon after his marriage, Hogarth resided at South Lambeth; and being
intimate with Mr. Tyers, the then spirited proprietor of Vauxhall
Gardens, he contributed much to the improvement of those gardens; and
first suggested the hint of embellishing them with paintings, some of
which were the productions of his own comic pencil. Among the paintings
were "The Four Parts of the Day," either by Hogarth, or after his
designs.

Two years after the publication of his "Harlot's Progress," appeared the
"Rake's Progress," which, Lord Orford remarks, (though perhaps
superior,) "had not so much success, for want of notoriety: nor is the
print of the Arrest equal in merit to the others." The curtain, however,
was now drawn aside, and his genius stood displayed in its full lustre.

The Rake's Progress was followed by several works in series, viz.
"Marriage a-la-Mode, Industry and Idleness, the Stages of Cruelty, and
Election Prints." To these may be added, a great number of single comic
pieces, all of which present a rich source of amusement:--such as, "The
March to Finchley, Modern Midnight Conversation, the Sleeping
Congregation, the Gates of Calais, Gin Lane, Beer Street, Strolling
Players in a Barn, the Lecture, Laughing Audience, Enraged Musician,"
&c. &c. which, being introduced and described in the subsequent part of
this work, it would far exceed the limits, necessarily assigned to these
brief memoirs, _here_ minutely to characterise.

All the works of this original genius are, in fact, lectures of
morality. They are satires of particular vices and follies, expressed
with such strength of character, and such an accumulation of minute and
appropriate circumstances, that they have all the truth of Nature
heightened by the attractions of wit and fancy. Nothing is without a
meaning, but all either conspires to the great end, or forms an addition
to the lively drama of human manners. His single pieces, however, are
rather to be considered as studies, not perhaps for the professional
artist, but for the searcher into life and manners, and for the votaries
of true humour and ridicule. No _furniture_ of the kind can vie with
Hogarth's prints, as a fund of inexhaustible amusement, yet conveying at
the same time lessons of morality.

Not contented, however, with the just reputation which he had acquired
in his proper department, Hogarth attempted to shine in the highest
branch of the art,--serious history-painting. "From a contempt," says
Lord Orford, "of the ignorant virtuosi of the age, and from indignation
at the impudent tricks of picture dealers, whom he saw continually
recommending and vending vile copies to bubble collectors, and from
having never studied, or indeed having seen, few good pictures of the
great Italian masters, he persuaded himself that the praises bestowed on
those glorious works were nothing but the effects of prejudice. He
talked this language till he believed it; and having heard it often
asserted (as is true) that time gives a mellowness to colours, and
improves them, he not only denied the proposition, but maintained that
pictures only grew black and worse by age, not distinguishing between
the degrees in which the proposition might be true or false. He went
farther: he determined to rival the ancients, and unfortunately chose
one of the finest pictures in England as the object of his competition.
This was the celebrated Sigismonda of Sir Luke Schaub, now in the
possession of the Duke of Newcastle, said to be painted by Correggio,
probably by Furino."--"It is impossible to see the picture," (continues
his lordship,) "or read Dryden's inimitable tale, and not feel that the
same soul animated both. After many essays, Hogarth at last produced
_his_ Sigismonda,--but no more like Sigismonda than I to Hercules."

Notwithstanding Hogarth professed to decry literature, he felt an
inclination to communicate to the public his ideas on a topic connected
with his art. His "Analysis of Beauty" made its appearance in one volume
quarto, in the year 1753. Its leading principle is, that beauty
fundamentally consists in that union of uniformity which is found in the
curve or waving line; and that round swelling figures are most pleasing
to the eye. This principle he illustrates by many ingenious remarks and
examples, and also by some plates characteristic of his genius.

In the year 1757, his brother-in-law, Mr. Thornhill, resigned his office
of king's serjeant-painter in favour of Hogarth, who received his
appointment on the 6th of June, and entered on his functions on the 16th
of July, both in the same year. This place was re-granted to him by a
warrant of George the Third, which bears date the 30th October, 1761,
with a salary of ten pounds per annum, payable quarterly.

This connexion with the court probably induced Hogarth to deviate from
the strict line of party neutrality which he had hitherto observed, and
to engage against Mr. Wilkes and his friends, in a print published in
September, 1762, entitled _The Times_. This publication provoked some
severe strictures from Wilkes's pen, in a North Briton (No. 17.) Hogarth
replied by a caricature of the writer: a rejoinder was put in by
Churchill, in an angry epistle to Hogarth (not the brightest of his
works); and in which the severest strokes fell on a defect the painter
had not caused, and could not amend--his age; which, however, was
neither remarkable nor decrepit; much less had it impaired his talents:
for, only six months before, he had produced one of his most capital
works. In revenge for this epistle, Hogarth caricatured Churchill, under
the form of a canonical bear, with a club and a pot of porter.

During this period of warfare (so virulent and disgraceful to all the
parties), Hogarth's health visibly declined. In 1762, he complained of
an internal pain, the continuance of which produced a general decay of
the system, that proved incurable; and, on the 25th of October, 1764,
(having been previously conveyed in a very weak and languid state from
Chiswick to Leicester Fields,) he died suddenly, of an aneurism in his
chest, in the sixty-seventh or sixty-eighth year of his age. His remains
were interred at Chiswick, beneath a plain but neat mausoleum, with the
following elegant inscription by his friend Garrick:--

    "Farewell, great painter of mankind,
    Who reach'd the noblest point of art;
    Whose pictured morals charm the mind,
    And through the eye correct the heart.
    If Genius fire thee, reader, stay;
    If Nature touch thee, drop a tear:
    If neither move thee, turn away,
    For Hogarth's honour'd dust lies here."



LIST OF ENGRAVINGS.

VOL. I.


RAKE'S PROGRESS.
                                                                    Page

PLATE 1 Heir taking Possession                                        11
"     2 Surrounded by Artists                                         13
"     3 Tavern Scene                                                  15
"     4 Arrested for Debt                                             17
"     5 Marries an Old Maid                                           19
"     6 Gaming House                                                  21
"     7 Prison Scene                                                  23
"     8 Mad House                                                     25

The Distressed Poet                                                   27
The Bench                                                             29
The Laughing Audience                                                 31
Gate of Calais                                                        33
The Politician                                                        35
Taste in High Life                                                    37


HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 1                                                               39
"     2                                                               41
"     3                                                               43
"     4                                                               45
"     5                                                               47
"     6                                                               49

The Lecture                                                           51
The Chorus                                                            53
Columbus breaking the Egg                                             55
Modern Midnight Conversation                                          57
Consultation of Physicians                                            59
Portrait of Daniel Lock, Esq.                                         61
The Enraged Musician                                                  63
Masquerades and Operas                                                65


TIMES OF THE DAY.

Morning                                                               67
Noon                                                                  69
Evening                                                               71
Night                                                                 73

Sigismonda                                                            75
Portrait of Martin Fowkes, Esq.                                       77
The Cockpit                                                           78
Captain Thomas Coram                                                  81
Country Inn Yard                                                      83


INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE  1                                                              85
"      2                                                              87
"      3                                                              89
"      4                                                              91
"      5                                                              93
"      6                                                              95
"      7                                                              97
"      8                                                              99
"      9                                                             101
"     10                                                             103
"     11                                                             105
"     12                                                             107

Southwark Fair.                                                      109
Garrick as Richard III.                                              111


FRANCE AND ENGLAND.

PLATE 1 France                                                       113
"     2 England                                                      115



HOGARTH'S WORKS.



THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.


Of all the follies in human life, there is none greater than that of
extravagance, or profuseness; it being constant labour, without the
least ease or relaxation. It bears, indeed, the colour of that which is
commendable, and would fain be thought to take its rise from laudable
motives, searching indefatigably after true felicity; now as there can
be no true felicity without content, it is this which every man is in
constant pursuit of; the learned, for instance, in his industrious quest
after knowledge; the merchant, in his dangerous voyages; the ambitious,
in his passionate pursuit of honour; the conqueror, in his earnest
desire of victory; the politician, in his deep-laid designs; the wanton,
in his pleasing charms of beauty; the covetous, in his unwearied
heaping-up of treasure; and the prodigal, in his general and extravagant
indulgence.--Thus far it may be well;--but, so mistaken are we in our
road, as to run on in the very opposite tract, which leads directly to
our ruin. Whatever else we indulge ourselves in, is attended with some
small degree of relish, and has some trifling satisfaction in the
enjoyment, but, in this, the farther we go, the more we are lost; and
when arrived at the mark proposed, we are as far from the object we
pursue, as when we first set out. Here then, are we inexcusable, in not
attending to the secret dictates of reason, and in stopping our ears at
the timely admonitions of friendship. Headstrong and ungovernable, we
pursue our course without intermission; thoughtless and unwary, we see
not the dangers that lie immediately before us; but hurry on, even
without sight of our object, till we bury ourselves in that gulf of
woe, where perishes at once, health, wealth and virtue, and whose
dreadful labyrinths admit of no return.

Struck with the foresight of that misery, attendant on a life of
debauchery, which is, in fact, the offspring of prodigality, our author
has, in the scenes before us, attempted the reformation of the
worldling, by stopping him as it were in his career, and opening to his
view the many sad calamities awaiting the prosecution of his proposed
scheme of life; he has, in hopes of reforming the prodigal, and at the
same time deterring the rising generation, whom Providence may have
blessed with earthly wealth, from entering into so iniquitous a course,
exhibited the life of a young man, hurried on through a succession of
profligate pursuits, for the few years Nature was able to support
itself; and this from the instant he might be said to enter into the
world, till the time of his leaving it. But, as the vice of avarice is
equal to that of prodigality, and the ruin of children is often owing to
the indiscretion of their parents, he has opened the piece with a scene,
which, at the same time that it exposes the folly of the youth, shews us
the imprudence of the father, who is supposed to have hurt the
principles of his son, in depriving him of the necessary use of some
portion of that gold, he had with penurious covetousness been hoarding
up, for the sole purpose of lodging in his coffers.



PLATE I.

THE YOUNG HEIR TAKING POSSESSION.

    Oh, vanity of age untoward!
    Ever spleeny, ever froward!
    Why these bolts and massy chains,
    Squint suspicions, jealous pains?
    Why, thy toilsome journey o'er,
    Lay'st thou up an useless store?
    _Hope_, along with _Time_ is flown;
    Nor canst thou reap the field thou'st sown.
    Hast thou a son? In time be wise;
    He views thy toil with other eyes.
    Needs must thy kind paternal care,
    Lock'd in thy chests, be buried there?
    Whence, then, shall flow that friendly ease,
    That social converse, heartfelt peace,
    Familiar duty without dread,
    Instruction from example bred,
    Which youthful minds with freedom mend,
    And with the _father_ mix the _friend_?
    Uncircumscribed by prudent rules,
    Or precepts of expensive schools;
    Abused at home, abroad despised,
    Unbred, unletter'd, unadvised;
    The headstrong course of life begun,
    What comfort from thy darling son?

    HOADLEY.


The history opens, representing a scene crowded with all the monuments
of avarice, and laying before us a most beautiful contrast, such as is
too general in the world, to pass unobserved; nothing being more common
than for a son to prodigally squander away that substance his father
had, with anxious solicitude, his whole life been amassing.--Here, we
see the young heir, at the age of nineteen or twenty, raw from the
University, just arrived at home, upon the death of his father. Eager to
know the possessions he is master of, the old wardrobes, where things
have been rotting time out of mind, are instantly wrenched open; the
strong chests are unlocked; the parchments, those securities of treble
interest, on which this avaricious monster lent his money, tumbled out;
and the bags of gold, which had long been hoarded, with griping care,
now exposed to the pilfering hands of those about him. To explain every
little mark of usury and covetousness, such as the mortgages, bonds,
indentures, &c. the piece of candle stuck on a save-all, on the
mantle-piece; the rotten furniture of the room, and the miserable
contents of the dusty wardrobe, would be unnecessary: we shall only
notice the more striking articles. From the vast quantity of papers,
falls an old written journal, where, among other memorandums, we find
the following, viz. "May the 5th, 1721. Put off my bad shilling." Hence,
we learn, the store this penurious miser set on this trifle: that so
penurious is the disposition of the miser, that notwithstanding he may
be possessed of many large bags of gold, the fear of losing a single
shilling is a continual trouble to him. In one part of the room, a man
is hanging it with black cloth, on which are placed escutcheons, by way
of dreary ornament; these escutcheons contain the arms of the covetous,
_viz._ three vices, hard screwed, with the motto, "BEWARE!" On the
floor, lie a pair of old shoes, which this sordid wretch is supposed to
have long preserved for the weight of iron in the nails, and has been
soling with leather cut from the covers of an old Family Bible; an
excellent piece of satire, intimating, that such men would sacrifice
even their God to the lust of money. From these and some other objects
too striking to pass unnoticed, such as the gold falling from the
breaking cornice; the jack and spit, those utensils of original
hospitality, locked up, through fear of being used; the clean and empty
chimney, in which a fire is just now going to be made for the first
time; and the emaciated figure of the cat, strongly mark the natural
temper of the late miserly inhabitant, who could starve in the midst of
plenty.--But see the mighty change! View the hero of our piece, left to
himself, upon the death of his father, possessed of a goodly
inheritance. Mark how his mind is affected!--determined to partake of
the mighty happiness he falsely imagines others of his age and fortune
enjoy; see him running headlong into extravagance, withholding not his
heart from any joy; but implicitly pursuing the dictates of his will. To
commence this delusive swing of pleasure, his first application is to
the tailor, whom we see here taking his measure, in order to trick out
his pretty person. In the interim, enters a poor girl (with her mother),
whom our hero has seduced, under professions of love and promises of
marriage; in hopes of meeting with that kind welcome she had the
greatest reason to expect; but he, corrupted with the wealth of which he
is now the master, forgets every engagement he once made, finds himself
too rich to keep his word; and, as if gold would atone for a breach of
honour, is offering money to her mother, as an equivalent for the
non-fulfilling of his promise. Not the sight of the ring, given as a
pledge of his fidelity; not a view of the many affectionate letters he
at one time wrote to her, of which her mother's lap is full; not the
tears, nor even the pregnant condition of the wretched girl, could
awaken in him one spark of tenderness; but, hard hearted and unfeeling,
like the generality of wicked men, he suffers her to weep away her woes
in silent sorrow, and curse with bitterness her deceitful betrayer. One
thing more we shall take notice of, which is, that this unexpected
visit, attended with abuse from the mother, so engages the attention of
our youth, as to give the old pettifogger behind him an opportunity of
robbing him. Hence we see that one ill consequence is generally attended
with another; and that misfortunes, according to the old proverb, seldom
come alone.

    Mr. Ireland remarks of this plate--"He here presents to us the
    picture of a young man, thoughtless, extravagant, and licentious;
    and, in colours equally impressive, paints the destructive
    consequences of his conduct. The first print most forcibly contrasts
    two opposite passions; the unthinking negligence of _youth_, and the
    sordid avaricious rapacity of age. It brings into one point of view
    what Mr. Pope so exquisitely describes in his Epistle to Lord
    Bathurst--

        'Who sees pale _Mammon_ pine amidst his store,
        Sees but a backward steward for the poor;
        This year a reservoir, to keep and spare;
        The next a fountain, spouting through his heir.'

    The introduction to this history is well delineated, and the
    principal figure marked with that easy, unmeaning vacancy of face,
    which speaks him formed by nature for a DUPE. Ignorant of the value
    of money, and negligent in his nature, he leaves his bag of untold
    gold in the reach of an old and greedy pettifogging attorney, who is
    making an inventory of bonds, mortgages, indentures, &c. This man,
    with the rapacity so natural to those who disgrace the profession,
    seizes the first opportunity of plundering his employer. Hogarth
    had, a few years before, been engaged in a law suit, which gave him
    some experience of the PRACTICE of those pests of society."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 1.

THE YOUNG HERO TAKES POSSESSION OF THE MISER'S EFFECTS.]



PLATE II.

SURROUNDED BY ARTISTS AND PROFESSORS.

    _Prosperity_ (with harlot's smiles,
    Most pleasing when she most beguiles),
    How soon, great foe, can all thy train
    Of false, gay, frantic, loud, and vain,
    Enter the unprovided mind,
    And memory in fetters bind?
    Load faith and love with golden chain,
    And sprinkle _Lethe_ o'er the brain!
    _Pleasure_, on her silver throne,
    Smiling comes, nor comes alone;
    _Venus_ comes with her along,
    And smooth _Lyæus_, ever young;
    And in their train, to fill the press,
    Come _apish Dance_ and _swoln Excess_,
    Mechanic _Honour_, vicious _Taste_,
    And _Fashion_ in her changing vest.

    HOADLEY.


We are next to consider our hero as launched into the world, and having
equipped himself with all the necessaries to constitute him a man of
taste, he plunges at once into all the fashionable excesses, and enters
with spirit into the character he assumes.

The avarice of the penurious father then, in this print, is contrasted
by the giddy profusion of his prodigal son. We view him now at his
levee, attended by masters of various professions, supposed to be here
offering their interested services. The foremost figure is readily known
to be a dancing-master; behind him are two men, who at the time when
these prints were first published, were noted for teaching the arts of
defence by different weapons, and who are here drawn from the life; one
of whom is a Frenchman, teacher of the small-sword, making a thrust with
his foil; the other an Englishman, master of the quarter-staff; the
vivacity of the first, and the cold contempt visible in the face of the
second, beautifully describe the natural disposition of the two nations.
On the left of the latter stands an improver of gardens, drawn also from
the life, offering a plan for that purpose. A taste for gardening,
carried to excess, must be acknowledged to have been the ruin of
numbers, it being a passion that is seldom, if ever, satisfied, and
attended with the greatest expense. In the chair sits a professor of
music, at the harpsichord, running over the keys, waiting to give his
pupil a lesson; behind whose chair hangs a list of the presents, one
Farinelli, an Italian singer, received the next day after his first
performance at the Opera House; amongst which, there is notice taken of
one, which he received from the hero of our piece, thus: "A gold
snuff-box, chased, with the story of Orpheus charming the brutes, by J.
Rakewell, esq." By these mementos of extravagance and pride, (for gifts
of this kind proceed oftener from ostentation than generosity,) and by
the engraved frontispiece to a poem, dedicated to our fashionable
spendthrift, lying on the floor, which represents the ladies of Britain
sacrificing their hearts to the idol Farinelli, crying out, with the
greatest earnestness, "one G--d, one Farinelli," we are given to
understand the prevailing dissipation and luxury of the times. Near the
principal figure in this plate is that of him, with one hand on his
breast, the other on his sword, whom we may easily discover to be a
bravo; he is represented as having brought a letter of recommendation,
as one disposed to undertake all sorts of service. This character is
rather Italian than English; but is here introduced to fill up the list
of persons at that time too often engaged in the service of the votaries
of extravagance and fashion. Our author would have it imagined in the
interval between the first scene and this, that the young man whose
history he is painting, had now given himself up to every fashionable
extravagance; and among others, he had imbibed a taste for cock-fighting
and horse-racing; two amusements, which, at that time, the man of
fashion could not dispense with. This is evident, from his rider
bringing in a silver punch-bowl, which one of his horses is supposed to
have won, and his saloon being ridiculously ornamented with the
portraits of celebrated cocks. The figures in the back part of this
plate represent tailors, peruke-makers, milliners, and such other
persons as generally fill the antichamber of a man of quality, except
one, who is supposed to be a poet, and has written some panegyric on the
person whose levee he attends, and who waits for that approbation he
already vainly anticipates. Upon the whole, the general tenor of this
scene is to teach us, that the man of fashion is too often exposed to
the rapacity of his fellow creatures, and is commonly a dupe to the more
knowing part of the world.

    "How exactly," says Mr. Ireland, "does Bramston describe the
    character in his _Man of Taste_:--

        'Without Italian, and without an ear,
        To Bononcini's music I adhere.----
        To boon companions I my time would give,
        With players, pimps, and parasites I'd live;
        I would with jockeys from Newmarket dine,
        And to rough riders give my choicest wine.
        My evenings all I would with sharpers spend,
        And make the thief-taker my bosom friend;
        In Figg, the prize-fighter, by day delight,
        And sup with Colley Cibber every night.'

    "Of the expression in this print, we cannot speak more highly than
    it deserves. Every character is marked with its proper and
    discriminative stamp. It has been said by a very judicious critic
    (the Rev. Mr. Gilpin) from whom it is not easy to differ without
    being wrong, that the hero of this history, in the first plate of
    the series, is _unmeaning_, and in the second _ungraceful_. The fact
    is admitted; but, for so delineating him, the author is entitled to
    our praise, rather than our censure. Rakewell's whole conduct proves
    he was a fool, and at that time he had not learned how to perform an
    artificial character; he therefore looks as he is, unmeaning, and
    uninformed. But in the second plate he is _ungraceful_.--Granted.
    The ill-educated son of so avaricious a father could not have been
    introduced into very good company; and though, by the different
    teachers who surround him, it evidently appears that he wishes to
    _assume_ the character of a gentleman, his internal feelings tell
    him he has not attained it. Under that consciousness, he is properly
    and naturally represented as ungraceful, and embarrassed in his new
    situation."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 2.

SURROUNDED BY ARTISTS & PROFESSORS.]



PLATE III.

THE TAVERN SCENE.

    "O vanity of youthful blood,
    So by misuse to poison good!
    Woman, framed for social love,
    Fairest gift of powers above,
    Source of every household blessing;
    All charms in innocence possessing:
    But, turn'd to vice, all plagues above;
    Foe to thy being, foe to love!
    Guest divine, to outward viewing;
    Ablest minister of ruin?
    And thou, no less of gift divine,
    Sweet poison of misused wine!
    With freedom led to every part,
    And secret chamber of the heart,
    Dost thou thy friendly host betray,
    And shew thy riotous gang the way
    To enter in, with covert treason,
    O'erthrow the drowsy guard of reason,
    To ransack the abandon'd place,
    And revel there with wild excess?"


Mr. Ireland having, in his description of this Plate, incorporated
whatever is of value in Dr. Trusler's text, with much judicious
observation and criticism of his own, the Editor has taken the former
_verbatim_.

"This Plate exhibits our licentious prodigal engaged in one of his
midnight festivities: forgetful of the past, and negligent of the
future, he riots in the present. Having poured his libation to Bacchus,
he concludes the evening orgies in a sacrifice at the Cyprian shrine;
and, surrounded by the votaries of Venus, joins in the unhallowed
mysteries of the place. The companions of his revelry are marked with
that easy, unblushing effrontery, which belongs to the servants of all
work in the isle of Paphos;--for the maids of honour they are not
sufficiently elevated.

"He may be supposed, in the phrase of the day, to have beat the rounds,
overset a constable, and conquered a watchman, whose staff and lantern
he has brought into the room, as trophies of his prowess. In this
situation he is robbed of his watch by the girl whose hand is in his
bosom; and, with that adroitness peculiar to an old practitioner, she
conveys her acquisition to an accomplice, who stands behind the chair.

"Two of the ladies are quarrelling; and one of them _delicately_ spouts
wine in the face of her opponent, who is preparing to revenge the
affront with a knife, which, in a posture of threatening defiance, she
grasps in her hand. A third, enraged at being neglected, holds a lighted
candle to a map of the globe, determined to _set the world on fire,
though she perish in the conflagration_! A fourth is undressing. The
fellow bringing in a pewter dish, as part of the apparatus of this
elegant and Attic entertainment, a blind harper, a trumpeter, and a
ragged ballad-singer, roaring out an obscene song, complete this motley
group.

"This design may be a very exact representation of what were then the
nocturnal amusements of a brothel;--so different are the manners of
former and present times, that I much question whether a similar
exhibition is now to be seen in any tavern of the metropolis. That we
are less licentious than our predecessors, I dare not affirm; but we are
certainly more delicate in the pursuit of our pleasures.

"The room is furnished with a set of Roman emperors,--they are not
placed in their proper order; for in the mad revelry of the evening,
this family of frenzy have decollated all of them, except Nero; and his
manners had too great a similarity to their own, to admit of his
suffering so degrading an insult; their reverence for _virtue_ induced
them to spare his head. In the frame of a _Cæsar_ they have placed a
portrait of _Pontac_, an eminent cook, whose great talents being turned
to heightening sensual, rather than mental enjoyments, he has a much
better chance of a votive offering from this company, than would either
Vespasian or Trajan.

"The shattered mirror, broken wine-glasses, fractured chair and cane;
the mangled fowl, with a fork stuck in its breast, thrown into a corner,
and indeed every accompaniment, shews, that this has been a night of
riot without enjoyment, mischief without wit, and waste without
gratification.

"With respect to the drawing of the figures in this curious female
coterie, Hogarth evidently intended several of them for beauties; and of
vulgar, uneducated, prostituted beauty, he had a good idea. The hero of
our tale displays all that careless jollity, which copious draughts of
maddening wine are calculated to inspire; he laughs the world away, and
bids it pass. The poor dupe, without his periwig, in the back-ground,
forms a good contrast of character: he is maudlin drunk, and sadly sick.
To keep up the spirit of unity throughout the society, and not leave the
poor African girl entirely neglected, she is making signs to her friend
the porter, who perceives, and slightly returns, her love-inspiring
glance. This print is rather crowded,--the subject demanded it should be
so; some of the figures, thrown into shade, might have helped the
general effect, but would have injured the characteristic expression."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 3.

TAVERN SCENE.]



PLATE IV.

ARRESTED FOR DEBT.

    "O, vanity of youthful blood,
    So by misuse to poison good!
    Reason awakes, and views unbarr'd
    The sacred gates he wish'd to guard;
    Approaching, see the harpy _Law_,
    And _Poverty_, with icy paw,
    Ready to seize the poor remains
    That vice has left of all his gains.
    Cold _penitence_, lame _after-thought_,
    With fear, despair, and horror fraught,
    Call back his guilty pleasures dead,
    Whom he hath wrong'd, and whom betray'd."


The career of dissipation is here stopped. Dressed in the first style of
the ton, and getting out of a sedan-chair, with the hope of shining in
the circle, and perhaps forwarding a former application for a place or a
pension, he is arrested! To intimate that being plundered is the certain
consequence of such an event, and to shew how closely one misfortune
treads upon the heels of another, a boy is at the same moment stealing
his cane.

The unfortunate girl whom he basely deserted, is now a milliner, and
naturally enough attends in the crowd, to mark the fashions of the day.
Seeing his distress, with all the eager tenderness of unabated love, she
flies to his relief. Possessed of a small sum of money, the hard
earnings of unremitted industry, she generously offers her purse for the
liberation of her worthless favourite. This releases the captive beau,
and displays a strong instance of female affection; which, being once
planted in the bosom, is rarely eradicated by the coldest neglect, or
harshest cruelty.

The high-born, haughty Welshman, with an enormous leek, and a
countenance keen and lofty as his native mountains, establishes the
chronology, and fixes the day to be the first of March; which being
sacred to the titular saint of Wales, was observed at court.

    Mr. Nichols remarks of this plate:--"In the early impressions, a
    shoe-black steals the Rake's cane. In the modern ones, a large group
    of sweeps, and black-shoe boys, are introduced gambling on the
    pavement; near them a stone inscribed _Black's_, a contrast to
    _White's_ gaming-house, against which a flash of lightning is
    pointed. The curtain in the window of the sedan-chair is thrown
    back. This plate is likewise found in an intermediate state; the sky
    being made unnaturally obscure, with an attempt to introduce a
    shower of rain, and lightning very aukwardly represented. It is
    supposed to be a first proof after the insertion of the group of
    blackguard gamesters; the window of the chair being only marked for
    an alteration that was afterwards made in it. Hogarth appears to
    have so far spoiled the sky, that he was obliged to obliterate it,
    and cause it to be engraved over again by another hand."

    Mr. Gilpin observes:--"Very disagreeable accidents often befal
    gentlemen of pleasure. An event of this kind is recorded in the
    fourth print, which is now before us. Our hero going, in full dress,
    to pay his compliments at court on St. David's day, was accosted in
    the rude manner which is here represented.--The composition is good.
    The form of the group, made up of the figures in action, the chair,
    and the lamplighter, is pleasing. Only, here we have an opportunity
    of remarking, that a group is disgusting when the extremities of it
    are heavy. A group in some respects should resemble a tree. The
    heavier part of the foliage (the cup, as the landscape-painter calls
    it) is always near the middle; the outside branches, which are
    relieved by the sky, are light and airy. An inattention to this rule
    has given a heaviness to the group before us. The two bailiffs, the
    woman, and the chairman, are all huddled together in that part of
    the group which should have been the lightest; while the middle
    part, where the hand holds the door, wants strength and consistence.
    It may be added too, that the four heads, in the form of a diamond,
    make an unpleasing shape. All regular figures should be studiously
    avoided.--The light had been well distributed, if the bailiff
    holding the arrest, and the chairman, had been a little lighter, and
    the woman darker. The glare of the white apron is disagreeable.--We
    have, in this print, some beautiful instances of expression. The
    surprise and terror of the poor gentleman is apparent in every limb,
    as far as is consistent with the fear of discomposing his dress. The
    insolence of power in one of the bailiffs, and the unfeeling heart,
    which can jest with misery, in the other, are strongly marked. The
    self-importance, too, of the honest Cambrian is not ill portrayed;
    who is chiefly introduced to settle the chronology of the story.--In
    pose of grace, we have nothing striking. Hogarth might have
    introduced a degree of it in the female figure: at least he might
    have contrived to vary the heavy and unpleasing form of her
    drapery.--The perspective is good, and makes an agreeable shape."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 4.

ARRESTED FOR DEBT AS GOING TO COURT.]



PLATE V.

MARRIES AN OLD MAID.

    "New to the school of hard _mishap_,
    Driven from the ease of fortune's lap.
    What schemes will nature not embrace
    T' avoid less shame of drear distress?
    _Gold_ can the charms of youth bestow,
    And mask deformity with shew:
    Gold can avert the sting of shame,
    In Winter's arms create a flame:
    Can couple youth with hoary age,
    And make antipathies engage."


To be thus degraded by the rude enforcement of the law, and relieved
from an exigence by one whom he had injured, would have wounded,
humbled, I had almost said reclaimed, any man who had either feeling or
elevation of mind; but, to mark the progression of vice, we here see
this depraved, lost character, hypocritically violating every natural
feeling of the soul, to recruit his exhausted finances, and marrying an
old and withered Sybil, at the sight of whom nature must recoil.

The ceremony passes in the old church, Mary-le-bone, which was then
considered at such a distance from London, as to become the usual resort
of those who wished to be privately married; that such was the view of
this prostituted young man, may be fairly inferred from a glance at the
object of his choice. Her charms are heightened by the affectation of an
amorous leer, which she directs to her youthful husband, in grateful
return for a similar compliment which she supposes paid to herself. This
gives her face much meaning, but meaning of such a sort, that an
observer being ask, "_How dreadful must be this creature's hatred?_"
would naturally reply, "_How hateful must be her love!_"

In his demeanor we discover an attempt to appear at the altar with
becoming decorum: but internal perturbation darts through assumed
tranquillity, for though he is _plighting his troth_ to the old woman,
his eyes are fixed on the young girl who kneels behind her.

The parson and clerk seem made for each other; a sleepy, stupid
solemnity marks every muscle of the divine, and the nasal droning of the
_lay brother_ is most happily expressed. Accompanied by her child and
mother, the unfortunate victim of his seduction is here again
introduced, endeavouring to enter the church, and forbid the banns. The
opposition made by an old pew-opener, with her bunch of keys, gave the
artist a good opportunity for indulging his taste in the burlesque, and
he has not neglected it.

A dog (Trump, Hogarth's favorite), paying his addresses to a one-eyed
quadruped of his own species, is a happy parody of the unnatural union
going on in the church.

The commandments are broken: a crack runs near the tenth, which says,
_Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife;_ a prohibition in the
present case hardly necessary. The creed is destroyed by the damps of
the church; and so little attention has been paid to the poor's box,
that it is covered with a _cobweb_! These three high-wrought strokes of
satirical humour were perhaps never equalled by any exertion of the
pencil; excelled they cannot be.

On one of the pew doors is the following curious specimen of church-yard
poetry, and mortuary orthography.

    THESE : PEWES : VNSCRUD : AND TANE : IN : SVNDER
    IN : STONE : THERS : GRAUEN : WHAT : IS : VNDER
    TO : WIT : A VALT : FOR : BURIAL : THERE : IS
    WHICH : EDWARD : FORSET : MADE : FOR : HIM : AND : HIS.

This is a correct copy of the inscription. Part of these lines, in
raised letters, now form a pannel in the wainscot at the end of the
right-hand gallery, as the church is entered from the street. The mural
monument of the Taylor's, composed of lead, gilt over, is still
preserved: it is seen in Hogarth's print, just under the window.

A glory over the bride's head is whimsical.

The bay and holly, which decorate the pews, give a date to the period,
and determine this preposterous union of January with June, to have
taken place about the time of Christmas;

    "When Winter linger'd in her icy veins."

Addison would have classed her among the evergreens of the sex.

It has been observed, that "the church is too small, and the wooden
post, which seems to have no use, divides the picture very
disagreeably." This cannot be denied: but it appears to be meant as an
accurate representation of the place, and the artist delineated what he
saw.

The grouping is good, and the principal figure has the air of a
gentleman. The light is well distributed, and the scene most
characteristically represented.

The commandments being represented as broken, might probably give the
hint to a lady's reply, on being told that thieves had the preceding
night broken into the church, and stolen the communion-plate, and the
ten commandments. "I suppose," added the informant, "that they may melt
and sell the plate; but can you divine for what possible purpose they
could steal the commandments?"--"To _break_ them, to be sure," replied
she;--"to _break_ them."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 5.

MARRIES AN OLD MAID.]



PLATE VI.

SCENE IN A GAMING HOUSE.

    "_Gold_, thou bright son of Phoebus, source
    Of universal intercourse;
    Of weeping Virtue soft redress:
    And blessing those who live to bless:
    Yet oft behold this sacred trust,
    The tool of avaricious lust;
    No longer bond of human kind,
    But bane of every virtuous mind.
    What chaos such misuse attends,
    Friendship stoops to prey on friends;
    Health, that gives relish to delight,
    Is wasted with the wasting night;
    Doubt and mistrust is thrown on _Heaven_,
    And all its power to chance is given.
    Sad purchase of repentant tears,      }
    Of needless quarrels, endless fears,  }
    Of hopes of moments, pangs of years!  }
    Sad purchase of a tortured mind,
    To an imprison'd body join'd."


Though now, from the infatuated folly of his antiquated wife, in
possession of a fortune, he is still the slave of that baneful vice,
which, while it enslaves the mind, poisons the enjoyments, and sweeps
away the possessions of its deluded votaries. Destructive as the
earthquake which convulses nature, it overwhelms the pride of the
forest, and engulfs the labours of the architect.

Newmarket and the cockpit were the scenes of his early amusements; to
crown the whole, he is now exhibited at a gaming-table, where all is
lost! His countenance distorted with agony, and his soul agitated almost
to madness, he imprecates vengeance upon his own head.

    "In heartfelt bitter anguish he appears,
    And from the blood-shot ball gush purpled tears!
    He beats his brow, with rage and horror fraught;
    His brow half bursts with agony of thought!"

That he should be deprived of all he possessed in such a society as
surround him, is not to be wondered at. One of the most conspicuous
characters appears, by the pistol in his pocket, to be a highwayman:
from the profound stupor of his countenance, we are certain he also is a
losing gamester; and so absorbed in reflection, that neither the boy who
brings him a glass of water, nor the watchman's cry of "Fire!" can
arouse him from his reverie. Another of the party is marked for one of
those well-dressed continental adventurers, who, being unable to live in
their own country, annually pour into this, and with no other requisites
than a quick eye, an adroit hand, and an undaunted forehead, are
admitted into what is absurdly enough called _good_ company.

At the table a person in mourning grasps his hat, and hides his face, in
the agony of repentance, not having, as we infer from his weepers,
received that legacy of which he is now plundered more than "a little
month." On the opposite side is another, on whom fortune has severely
frowned, biting his nails in the anguish of his soul. The fifth
completes the climax; he is frantic; and with a drawn sword endeavours
to destroy a _pauvre miserable_ whom he supposes to have cheated him,
but is prevented by the interposition of one of those staggering
votaries of Bacchus who are to be found in every company where there is
good wine; and gaming, like the rod of Moses, so far swallows up every
other passion, that the actors, engrossed by greater objects, willingly
leave their wine to the audience.

In the back-ground are two collusive associates, eagerly dividing the
profits of the evening.

A nobleman in the corner is giving his note to an usurer. The lean and
hungry appearance of this cent. per cent. worshipper of the golden calf,
is well contrasted by the sleek, contented vacancy of so well-employed a
legislator of this great empire. Seated at the table, a portly
gentleman, of whom we see very little, is coolly sweeping off his
winnings.

So engrossed is every one present by his own situation, that the flames
which surround them are disregarded, and the vehement cries of a
watchman entering the room, are necessary to rouse their attention to
what is generally deemed the first law of nature, self-preservation.

    Mr. Gilpin observes:--"The fortune, which our adventurer has just
    received, enables him to make one push more at the gaming-table. He
    is exhibited, in the sixth print, venting curses on his folly for
    having lost his last stake.--This is, upon the whole, perhaps, the
    best print of the set. The horrid scene it describes, was never more
    inimitably drawn. The composition is artful, and natural. If the
    shape of the whole be not quite pleasing, the figures are so well
    grouped, and with so much ease and variety, that you cannot take
    offence.

    "The expression, in almost every figure, is admirable; and the whole
    is a strong representation of the human mind in a storm. Three
    stages of that species of madness which attends gaming, are here
    described. On the first shock, all is inward dismay. The ruined
    gamester is represented leaning against a wall, with his arms
    across, lost in an agony of horror. Perhaps never passion was
    described with so much force. In a short time this horrible gloom
    bursts into a storm of fury: he tears in pieces what comes next him;
    and, kneeling down, invokes curses upon himself. He next attacks
    others; every one in his turn whom he imagines to have been
    instrumental in his ruin.--The eager joy of the winning gamesters,
    the attention of the usurer, the vehemence of the watchman, and the
    profound reverie of the highwayman, are all admirably marked. There
    is great coolness, too, expressed in the little we see of the fat
    gentleman at the end of the table."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 6.

GAMING HOUSE SCENE.]



PLATE VII.

PRISON SCENE.

    "Happy the man whose constant thought,
    (Though in the school of hardship taught,)
    Can send remembrance back to fetch
    Treasures from life's earliest stretch;
    Who, self-approving, can review
    Scenes of past virtues, which shine through
    The gloom of age, and cast a ray
    To gild the evening of his day!
    Not so the guilty wretch confined:
    No pleasures meet his conscious mind;
    No blessings brought from early youth,
    But broken faith, and wrested truth;
    Talents idle and unused,
    And every trust of Heaven abused.
    In seas of sad reflection lost,
    From horrors still to horrors toss'd,
    _Reason_ the vessel leaves to steer,
    And gives the helm to mad _Despair_."


By a very natural transition Mr. Hogarth has passed his hero from a
gaming house into a prison--the inevitable consequence of extravagance.
He is here represented in a most distressing situation, without a coat
to his back, without money, without a friend to help him. Beggared by a
course of ill-luck, the common attendant on the gamester, having first
made away with every valuable he was master of, and having now no other
resource left to retrieve his wretched circumstances, he at last, vainly
promising himself success, commences author, and attempts, though
inadequate to the task, to write a play, which is lying on the table,
just returned with an answer from the manager of the theatre, to whom he
had offered it, that his piece would by no means do. Struck speechless
with this disastrous occurrence, all his hopes vanish, and his most
sanguine expectations are changed into dejection of spirit. To heighten
his distress, he is approached by his wife, and bitterly upbraided for
his perfidy in concealing from her his former connexions (with that
unhappy girl who is here present with her child, the innocent offspring
of her amours, fainting at the sight of his misfortunes, being unable to
relieve him farther), and plunging her into those difficulties she never
shall be able to surmount. To add to his misery, we see the
under-turnkey pressing him for his prison fees, or garnish-money, and
the boy refusing to leave the beer he ordered, without being first paid
for it. Among those assisting the fainting mother, one of whom we
observe clapping her hand, another applying the drops, is a man crusted
over, as it were, with the rust of a gaol, supposed to have started from
his dream, having been disturbed by the noise at a time when he was
settling some affairs of state; to have left his great plan unfinished,
and to have hurried to the assistance of distress. We are told, by the
papers falling from his lap, one of which contains a scheme for paying
the national debt, that his confinement is owing to that itch of
politics some persons are troubled with, who will neglect their own
affairs, in order to busy themselves in that which noways concerns
them, and which they in no respect understand, though their immediate
ruin shall follow it: nay, so infatuated do we find him, so taken up
with his beloved object, as not to bestow a few minutes on the decency
of his person. In the back of the room is one who owes his ruin to an
indefatigable search after the philosopher's stone. Strange and
unaccountable!--Hence we are taught by these characters, as well as by
the pair of human wings on the tester of the bed, that scheming is the
sure and certain road to beggary: and that more owe their misfortunes to
wild and romantic notions, than to any accident they meet with in life.

In this upset of his life, and aggravation of distress, we are to
suppose our prodigal almost driven to desperation. Now, for the first
time, he feels the severe effects of pinching cold and griping hunger.
At this melancholy season, reflection finds a passage to his heart, and
he now revolves in his mind the folly and sinfulness of his past
life;--considers within himself how idly he has wasted the substance he
is at present in the utmost need of;--looks back with shame on the
iniquity of his actions, and forward with horror on the rueful scene of
misery that awaits him; until his brain, torn with excruciating thought,
loses at once its power of thinking, and falls a sacrifice to merciless
despair.

    Mr. Ireland remarks, on the plate before us:--"Our improvident
    spendthrift is now lodged in that dreary receptacle of human
    misery,--a prison. His countenance exhibits a picture of despair;
    the forlorn state of his mind is displayed in every limb, and his
    exhausted finances, by the turnkey's demand of prison fees, not
    being answered, and the boy refusing to leave a tankard of porter,
    unless he is paid for it.

    "We see by the enraged countenance of his wife, that she is
    violently reproaching him for having deceived and ruined her. To
    crown this catalogue of human tortures, the poor girl whom he
    deserted, is come with her child--perhaps to comfort him,--to
    alleviate his sorrows, to soothe his sufferings:--but the agonising
    view is too much for her agitated frame; shocked at the prospect of
    that misery which she cannot remove, every object swims before her
    eyes,--a film covers the sight,--the blood forsakes her cheeks--her
    lips assume a pallid hue,--and she sinks to the floor of the prison
    in temporary death. What a heart-rending prospect for him by whom
    this is occasioned!

    "The wretched, squalid inmate, who is assisting the fainting female,
    bears every mark of being naturalised to the place; out of his
    pocket hangs a scroll, on which is inscribed, 'A scheme to pay the
    National Debt, by J. L. now a prisoner in the Fleet.' So attentive
    was this poor gentleman to the debts of the nation, that he totally
    forgot his own. The cries of the child, and the good-natured
    attentions of the women, heighten the interest, and realise the
    scene. Over the group are a large pair of wings, with which some
    emulator of _Dedalus_ intended to escape from his confinement; but
    finding them inadequate to the execution of his project, has placed
    them upon the tester of his bed. They would not exalt him to the
    regions of air, but they o'ercanopy him on earth. A chemist in the
    back-ground, happy in his views, watching the moment of projection,
    is not to be disturbed from his dream by any thing less than the
    fall of the roof, or the bursting of his retort;--and if his dream
    affords him felicity, why should he be awakened? The bed and
    gridiron, those poor remnants of our miserable spendthrift's
    wretched property, are brought here as necessary in his degraded
    situation; on one he must try to repose his wearied frame, on the
    other, he is to dress his scanty meal."

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 7.

PRISON SCENE.]



PLATE VIII.

SCENE IN A MADHOUSE.

    "_Madness!_ thou chaos of the brain,       }
    What art, that pleasure giv'st and pain?   }
    Tyranny of fancy's reign!
    Mechanic _fancy!_ that can build
    Vast labyrinths and mazes wild,
    With rude, disjointed, shapeless measure,
    Fill'd with _horror_, fill'd with _pleasure_!
    Shapes of _horror_, that would even
    Cast doubt of mercy upon Heaven;
    Shapes of _pleasure_, that but seen,
    Would split the shaking sides of _Spleen_.

    "O vanity of age! here see
    The stamp of Heaven effaced by thee!
    The headstrong course of youth thus run,
    What comfort from this darling son?
    His rattling chains with terror hear,
    Behold death grappling with despair!
    See him by thee to ruin sold,
    And curse _thyself_, and curse thy _gold_!"


See our hero then, in the scene before us, raving in all the dismal
horrors of hopeless insanity, in the hospital of Bethlehem, the senate
of mankind, where each man may find a representative; there we behold
him trampling on the first great law of nature, tearing himself to
pieces with his own hands, and chained by the leg to prevent any further
mischief he might either do to himself or others. But in this scene,
dreary and horrid as are its accompaniments, he is attended by the
faithful and kind-hearted female whom he so basely betrayed. In the
first plate we see him refuse her his promised hand. In the fourth, she
releases him from the harpy fangs of a bailiff; she is present at his
marriage; and in the hope of relieving his distress, she follows him to
a prison. Our artist, in this scene of horror, has taken an opportunity
of pointing out to us the various causes of mental blindness; for such,
surely, it may be called, when the intuitive faculties are either
destroyed or impaired. In one of the inner rooms of this gallery is a
despairing wretch, imploring Heaven for mercy, whose brain is crazed
with lip-labouring superstition, the most dreadful enemy of human kind;
which, attended with ignorance, error, penance and indulgence, too often
deprives its unhappy votaries of their senses. The next in view is one
man drawing lines upon a wall, in order, if possible, to find out the
longitude; and another, before him, looking through a paper, by way of a
telescope. By these expressive figures we are given to understand that
such is the misfortune of man, that while, perhaps, the aspiring soul is
pursuing some lofty and elevated conception, soaring to an uncommon
pitch, and teeming with some grand discovery, the ferment often proves
too strong for the feeble brain to support, and lays the whole magazine
of notions and images in wild confusion. This melancholy group is
completed by the crazy tailor, who is staring at the mad astronomer with
a sort of wild astonishment, wondering, through excess of ignorance,
what discoveries the heavens can possibly afford; proud of his
profession, he has fixed a variety of patterns in his hat, by way of
ornament; has covered his poor head with shreds, and makes his measure
the constant object of his attention. Behind this man stands another,
playing on the violin, with his book upon his head, intimating that too
great a love for music has been the cause of his distraction. On the
stairs sits another, crazed by love, (evident from the picture of his
beloved object round his neck, and the words "charming Betty Careless"
upon the bannisters, which he is supposed to scratch upon every wall and
every wainscot,) and wrapt up so close in melancholy pensiveness, as not
even to observe the dog that is flying at him. Behind him, and in the
inner room, are two persons maddened with ambition. These men, though
under the influence of the same passion, are actuated by different
notions; one is for the papal dignity, the other for regal; one imagines
himself the Pope, and saying mass; the other fancies himself a King, is
encircled with the emblem of royalty, and is casting contempt on his
imaginary subjects by an act of the greatest disdain. To brighten this
distressful scene, and draw a smile from him whose rigid reasoning might
condemn the bringing into public view this blemish of humanity, are two
women introduced, walking in the gallery, as curious spectators of this
melancholy sight; one of whom is supposed, in a whisper, to bid the
other observe the naked man, which she takes an opportunity of doing by
a leer through the sticks of her fan.

Thus, imagining the hero of our piece to expire raving mad, the story is
finished, and little else remains but to close it with a proper
application. Reflect then, ye parents, on this tragic tale; consider
with yourselves, that the ruin of a child is too often owing to the
imprudence of a father. Had the young man, whose story we have related,
been taught the proper use of money, had his parent given him some
insight into life, and graven, as it were, upon his heart, the precepts
of religion, with an abhorrence of vice, our youth would, in all
probability, have taken a contrary course, lived a credit to his
friends, and an honour to his country.

[Illustration: THE RAKE'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 8.

SCENE IN BEDLAM.]



THE DISTRESSED POET.


This Plate describes, in the strongest colours, the distress of an
author without friends to patronise him. Seated upon the side of his
bed, without a shirt, but wrapped in an old night-gown, he is now
spinning a poem upon "Riches:" of their _use_ he probably knoweth
little; and of their _abuse_,--if judgment can be formed from
externals,--_certes_, he knoweth less. Enchanted, impressed, inspired
with his subject, he is disturbed by a nymph of the _lactarium_. Her
shrill-sounding voice awakes one of the _little loves_, whose _chorus_
disturbs his meditations. A link of the golden chain is broken!--a
thought is lost!--to recover it, his hand becomes a substitute for the
barber's comb:--enraged at the noise, he tortures his head for the
fleeting idea; but, ah! no thought is there!

Proudly conscious that the lines already written are sterling, he
possesses by anticipation the mines of Peru, a view of which hangs over
his head. Upon the table we see "Byshe's Art of Poetry;" for, like the
pack-horse, who cannot travel without his _bells_, he cannot climb the
hill of Parnassus without his _jingling-book_. On the floor lies the
"Grub-street Journal," to which valuable repository of genius and taste
he is probably a contributor. To show that he is a master of the
PROFOUND, and will envelope his subject in a cloud, his pipe and
tobacco-box, those friends to cogitation deep, are close to him.

His wife, mending that part of his dress, in the pockets of which the
affluent keep their gold, is worthy of a better fate. Her figure is
peculiarly interesting. Her face, softened by adversity, and marked with
domestic care, is at this moment agitated by the appearance of a
boisterous woman, insolently demanding payment of the milk-tally. In the
excuse she returns, there is a mixture of concern, complacency, and
mortification. As an addition to the distresses of this poor family, a
dog is stealing the remnant of mutton incautiously left upon a chair.

The sloping roof, and projecting chimney, prove the throne of this
inspired bard to be high above the crowd;--it is a garret. The chimney
is ornamented with a _dare for larks_, and a book; a loaf, the
tea-equipage, and a saucepan, decorate the shelf. Before the fire hangs
half a shirt, and a pair of ruffled sleeves. His sword lies on the
floor; for though our professor of poetry waged no war, except with
words, a sword was, in the year 1740, a necessary appendage to every
thing which called itself "gentleman." At the feet of his domestic
seamstress, the full-dress coat is become the resting-place of a cat and
two kittens: in the same situation is one stocking, the other is half
immersed in the washing-pan. The broom, bellows, and mop, are scattered
round the room. The open door shows us that their cupboard is
unfurnished, and tenanted by a hungry and solitary mouse. In the corner
hangs a long cloak, well calculated to conceal the threadbare wardrobe
of its fair owner.

Mr. Hogarth's strict attention to propriety of scenery, is evinced by
the cracked plaistering of the walls, broken window, and uneven floor,
in the miserable habitation of this poor weaver of madrigals. When this
was first published, the following quotation from Pope's "Dunciad" was
inscribed under the print:

    "Studious he sate, _with all his books_ around,
    Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound:
    Plunged for his sense, but found no bottom there;
    Then wrote and flounder'd on, in mere despair."

_All his books_, amounting to _only four_, was, I suppose, the artist's
reason for erasing the lines.

[Illustration: THE DISTRESSED POET.]



THE BENCH.

CHARACTER, CARICATURA, AND OUTRE.


It having been universally acknowledged that Mr. Hogarth was one of the
most ingenious painters of his age, and a man possessed of a vast store
of humour, which he has sufficiently shown and displayed in his numerous
productions; the general approbation his works receive, is not to be
wondered at. But, as owing to the false notions of the public, not
thoroughly acquainted with the true art of painting, he has been often
called a _caricaturer_; when, in reality, _caricatura_ was no part of
his profession, he being a true copier of Nature; to set this matter
right, and give the world a just definition of the words, _character_,
_caricatura_, and _outré_, in which humorous painting principally
consists, and to show their difference of meaning, he, in the year 1758,
published this print; but, as it did not quite answer his purpose,
giving an illustration of the word _character_ only, he added, in the
year 1764, the group of heads above, which he never lived to finish,
though he worked upon it the day before his death. The lines between
inverted commas are our author's own words, and are engraved at the
bottom of the plate.

"There are hardly any two things more essentially different than
_character_ and _caricatura_; nevertheless, they are usually confounded,
and mistaken for each other; on which account this explanation is
attempted.

"It has ever been allowed, that when a _character_ is strongly marked in
the living face, it may be considered as an index of the mind, to
express which, with any degree of justness, in painting, requires the
utmost efforts of a great master. Now that, which has of late years got
the name of _caricatura_, is, or ought to be, totally divested of every
stroke that hath a tendency to good drawing; it may be said to be a
species of lines that are produced, rather by the hand of chance, than
of skill; for the early scrawlings of a child, which do but barely hint
the idea of a human face, will always be found to be like some person or
other, and will often form such a comical resemblance, as, in all
probability, the most eminent _caricaturers_ of these times will not be
able to equal, with design; because their ideas of objects are so much
more perfect than children's, that they will, unavoidably, introduce
some kind of drawing; for all the humorous effects of the fashionable
manner of _caricaturing_, chiefly depend on the surprise we are under,
at finding ourselves caught with any sort of similitude in objects
absolutely remote in their kind. Let it be observed, the more remote in
their nature, the greater is the excellence of these pieces. As a proof
of this, I remember a famous _caricatura_ of a certain Italian singer,
that struck at first sight, which consisted only of a straight
perpendicular stroke, with a dot over. As to the French word _outré_, it
is different from the rest, and signifies nothing more than the
exaggerated outlines of a figure, all the parts of which may be, in
other respects, a perfect and true picture of nature. A giant or a dwarf
may be called a common man, _outré_. So any part, as a nose, or a leg,
made bigger, or less than it ought to be, is that part _outré_, which is
all that is to be understood by this word, injudiciously used to the
prejudice of _character_."--ANALYSIS OF BEAUTY, chap. vi.

To prevent these distinctions being looked upon as dry and
unentertaining, our author has, in this group of faces, ridiculed the
want of capacity among some of our judges, or dispensers of the law,
whose shallow discernment, natural disposition, or wilful inattention,
is here perfectly described in their faces. One is amusing himself in
the course of trial, with other business; another, in all the pride of
self-importance, is examining a former deposition, wholly inattentive to
that before him; the next is busied in thoughts quite foreign to the
subject; and the senses of the last are locked fast in sleep.

The four sages on the Bench, are intended for Lord Chief Justice Sir
John Willes, the principal figure; on his right hand, Sir Edward Clive;
and on his left, Mr. Justice Bathurst, and the Hon. William Noel.

[Illustration: THE BENCH.]



THE LAUGHING AUDIENCE.

    "Let him laugh now, who never laugh'd before;
    And he who always laugh'd, laugh now the more."


"From the first print that Hogarth engraved, to the last that he
published, I do not think," says Mr. Ireland, "there is one, in which
character is more displayed than in this very spirited little etching.
It is much superior to the more delicate engravings from his designs by
other artists, and I prefer it to those that were still higher finished
by his own burin.

"The prim coxcomb with an enormous bag, whose favours, like those of
Hercules between Virtue and Vice, are contended for by two rival orange
girls, gives an admirable idea of the dress of the day; when, if we may
judge from this print, our grave forefathers, defying Nature, and
despising convenience, had a much higher rank in the temple of Folly
than was then attained by their ladies. It must be acknowledged that,
since that period, the softer sex have asserted their natural rights;
and, snatching the wreath of fashion from the brow of presuming man,
have tortured it into such forms that, were it possible, which _certes_
it is not, to disguise a beauteous face----But to the high behest of
Fashion all must bow.

"Governed by this idol, our beau has a cuff that, for a modern fop,
would furnish fronts for a waistcoat, and a family fire-screen might be
made of his enormous bag. His bare and shrivelled neck has a close
resemblance to that of a half-starved greyhound; and his face, figure,
and air, form a fine contrast to the easy and degagée assurance of the
Grisette whom he addresses.

"The opposite figure, nearly as grotesque, though not quite so formal as
its companion, presses its left hand upon its breast, in the style of
protestation; and, eagerly contemplating the superabundant charms of a
beauty of Rubens's school, presents her with a pinch of comfort. Every
muscle, every line of his countenance, is acted upon by affectation and
grimace, and his queue bears some resemblance to an ear-trumpet.

"The total inattention of these three polite persons to the business of
the stage, which at this moment almost convulses the children of Nature
who are seated in the pit, is highly descriptive of that refined apathy
which characterises our people of fashion, and raises them above those
mean passions that agitate the groundlings.

"One gentleman, indeed, is as affectedly unaffected as a man of the
first world. By his saturnine cast of face, and contracted brow, he is
evidently a profound critic, and much too wise to laugh. He must
indisputably be a very great critic; for, like _Voltaire's
Poccocurante_, nothing can please him; and, while those around open
every avenue of their minds to mirth, and are willing to be delighted,
though they do not well know why, he analyses the drama by the laws of
Aristotle, and finding those laws are violated, determines that the
author ought to be hissed, instead of being applauded. This it is to be
so excellent a judge; this it is which gives a critic that exalted
gratification which can never be attained by the illiterate,--the
supreme power of pointing out faults, where others discern nothing but
beauties, and preserving a rigid inflexibility of muscle, while the
sides of the vulgar herd are shaking with laughter. These merry mortals,
thinking with Plato that it is no proof of a good stomach to nauseate
every aliment presented them, do not inquire too nicely into causes,
but, giving full scope to their risibility, display a set of features
more highly ludicrous than I ever saw in any other print. It is to be
regretted that the artist has not given us some clue by which we might
have known what was the play which so much delighted his audience: I
should conjecture that it was either one of Shakespear's comedies, or a
modern tragedy. Sentimental comedy was not the fashion of that day.

"The three sedate musicians in the orchestra, totally engrossed by
minims and crotchets, are an admirable contrast to the company in the
pit."

[Illustration: THE LAUGHING AUDIENCE.]



GATE OF CALAIS.


O, THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND!

      "'Twas at the gate of Calais, Hogarth tells,
    Where sad despair and famine always dwells;
    A meagre Frenchman, Madame Grandsire's cook,
    As home he steer'd, his carcase that way took,
    Bending beneath the weight of famed sirloin,
    On whom he often wish'd in vain to dine;
    Good Father Dominick by chance came by,
    With rosy gills, round paunch, and greedy eye;
    And, when he first beheld the greasy load,
    His benediction on it he bestow'd;
    And while the solid fat his fingers press'd,
    He lick'd his chops, and thus the knight address'd:

        'O rare roast beef, lov'd by all mankind,
          Was I but doom'd to have thee,
        Well dress'd, and garnish'd to my mind,
          And swimming in thy gravy;
        Not all thy country's force combined,
          Should from my fury save thee!

        'Renown'd sirloin! oft times decreed
          The theme of English ballad,
        E'en kings on thee have deign'd to feed,
          Unknown to Frenchman's palate;
        Then how much must thy taste exceed
          Soup-meagre, frogs, and salad!'"

The thought on which this whimsical and highly-characteristic print is
founded, originated in Calais, to which place Mr. Hogarth, accompanied
by some of his friends, made an excursion, in the year 1747.

Extreme partiality for his native country was the leading trait of his
character; he seems to have begun his three hours' voyage with a firm
determination to be displeased at every thing he saw out of Old England.
For a meagre, powdered figure, hung with tatters, _a-la-mode de Paris_,
to affect the airs of a coxcomb, and the importance of a sovereign, is
ridiculous enough; but if it makes a man happy, why should he be
laughed at? It must blunt the edge of ridicule, to see natural hilarity
defy depression; and a whole nation laugh, sing, and dance, under
burthens that would nearly break the firm-knit sinews of a Briton. Such
was the picture of France at that period, but it was a picture which our
English satirist could not contemplate with common patience. The swarms
of grotesque figures who paraded the streets excited his indignation,
and drew forth a torrent of coarse abusive ridicule, not much to the
honour of his liberality. He compared them to Callot's beggars--Lazarus
on the painted cloth--the prodigal son--or any other object descriptive
of extreme contempt. Against giving way to these effusions of national
spleen in the open street, he was frequently cautioned, but advice had
no effect; he treated admonition with scorn, and considered his monitor
unworthy the name of Englishman. These satirical ebullitions were at
length checked. Ignorant of the customs of France, and considering the
gate of Calais merely as a piece of ancient architecture, he began to
make a sketch. This was soon observed; he was seized as a spy, who
intended to draw a plan of the fortification, and escorted by a file of
musqueteers to M. la Commandant. His sketch-book was examined, leaf by
leaf, and found to contain drawings that had not the most distant
relation to tactics. Notwithstanding this favourable circumstance, the
governor, with great politeness, assured him, that had not a treaty
between the nations been actually signed, he should have been under the
disagreeable necessity of hanging him upon the ramparts: as it was, he
must be permitted the privilege of providing him a few military
attendants, who should do themselves the honour of waiting upon him,
while he resided in the dominions of "the grande monarque." Two
sentinels were then ordered to escort him to his hotel, from whence they
conducted him to the vessel; nor did they quit their prisoner, until he
was a league from shore; when, seizing him by the shoulders, and
spinning him round upon the deck, they said he was now at liberty to
pursue his voyage without further molestation.

So mortifying an adventure he did not like to hear recited, but has in
this print recorded the circumstance which led to it. In one corner he
has given a portrait of himself, making the drawing; and to shew the
moment of arrest, the hand of a serjeant is upon his shoulder.

The French sentinel is so situated, as to give some idea of a figure
hanging in chains: his ragged shirt is trimmed with a pair of paper
ruffles. The old woman, and a fish which she is pointing at, have a
striking resemblance. The abundance of parsnips, and other vegetables,
indicate what are the leading articles in a Lenten feast.

Mr. Pine, the painter, sat for the friar, and from thence acquired the
title of Father Pine. This distinction did not flatter him, and he
frequently requested that the countenance might be altered, but the
artist peremptorily refused.

[Illustration: GATE OF CALAIS.

"O THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND."]



THE POLITICIAN.

    "A politician should (as I have read)
    Be furnish'd in the first place with a head."


One of our old writers gives it as his opinion, that "there are onlie
two subjects which are worthie the studie of a wise man," i.e. religion
and politics. For the first, it does not come under inquiry in this
print,--but certain it is, that too sedulously studying the second, has
frequently involved its votaries in many most tedious and unprofitable
disputes, and been the source of much evil to many well-meaning and
honest men. Under this class comes the Quidnunc here pourtrayed; it is
said to be intended for a Mr. Tibson, laceman, in the Strand, who paid
more attention to the affairs of Europe, than to those of his own shop.
He is represented in a style somewhat similar to that in which Schalcken
painted William the third,--holding a candle in his right hand, and
eagerly inspecting the Gazetteer of the day. Deeply interested in the
intelligence it contains, concerning the flames that rage on the
Continent, he is totally insensible of domestic danger, and regardless
of a flame, which, ascending to his hat,--

    "Threatens destruction to his three-tail'd wig."

From the tie-wig, stockings, high-quartered shoes, and sword, I should
suppose it was painted about the year 1730, when street robberies were
so frequent in the metropolis, that it was customary for men in trade to
wear swords, not to preserve their religion and liberty from foreign
invasion, but to defend their own pockets from "domestic collectors."

The original sketch Hogarth presented to his friend Forrest; it was
etched by Sherwin, and published in 1775.

[Illustration: THE POLITICIAN.]



TASTE IN HIGH LIFE,

IN THE YEAR 1742.


The picture from which this print was copied, Hogarth painted by the
order of Miss Edwards, a woman of large fortune, who having been laughed
at for some singularities in her manners, requested the artist to
recriminate on her opponents, and paid him sixty guineas for his
production.

It is professedly intended to ridicule the reigning fashions of high
life, in the year 1742: to do this, the painter has brought into one
group, an old beau and an old lady of the Chesterfield school, a
fashionable young lady, a little black boy, and a full-dressed monkey.
The old lady, with a most affected air, poises, between her finger and
thumb, a small tea-cup, with the beauties of which she appears to be
highly enamoured.

The gentleman, gazing with vacant wonder at that and the companion
saucer which he holds in his hand, joins in admiration of its
astonishing beauties!

    "Each varied colour of the brightest hue,
    The green, the red, the yellow, and the blue,
    In every part their dazzled eyes behold,
    Here streak'd with silver--there enrich'd with gold."

This gentleman is said to be intended for Lord Portmore, in the habit he
first appeared at Court, on his return from France. The cane dangling
from his wrist, large muff, long queue, black stock, feathered chapeau,
and shoes, give him the air of

        "An old and finish'd fop,
    All cork at heel, and feather all at top."

The old lady's habit, formed of stiff brocade, gives her the appearance
of a squat pyramid, with a grotesque head at the top of it. The young
one is fondling a little black boy, who on his part is playing with a
petite pagoda. This miniature Othello has been said to be intended for
the late Ignatius Sancho, whose talents and virtues were an honour to
his colour. At the time the picture was painted, he would have been
rather older than the figure, but as he was then honoured by the
partiality and protection of a noble family, the painter might possibly
mean to delineate what his figure had been a few years before.

The little monkey, with a magnifying glass, bag-wig, solitaire, laced
hat, and ruffles, is eagerly inspecting a bill of fare, with the
following articles _pour diner_; cocks' combs, ducks' tongues, rabbits'
ears, fricasee of snails, _grande d'oeufs buerre_.

In the centre of the room is a capacious china jar; in one corner a
tremendous pyramid, composed of packs of cards, and on the floor close
to them, a bill, inscribed "Lady Basto, D^{r} to John Pip, for
cards,--£300."

The room is ornamented with several pictures; the principal represents
the Medicean Venus, on a pedestal, in stays and high-heeled shoes, and
holding before her a hoop petticoat, somewhat larger than a fig-leaf; a
Cupid paring down a fat lady to a thin proportion, and another Cupid
blowing up a fire to burn a hoop petticoat, muff, bag, queue wig, &c. On
the dexter side is another picture, representing Monsieur Desnoyer,
operatically habited, dancing in a grand ballet, and surrounded by
butterflies, insects evidently of the same genus with this deity of
dance. On the sinister, is a drawing of exotics, consisting of queue and
bag-wigs, muffs, solitaires, petticoats, French heeled shoes, and other
fantastic fripperies.

Beneath this is a lady in a pyramidical habit walking the Park; and as
the companion picture, we have a blind man walking the streets.

The fire-screen is adorned with a drawing of a lady in a sedan-chair--

    "To conceive how she looks, you must call to your mind
    The lady you've seen in a lobster confined,
    Or a pagod in some little corner enshrined."

As Hogarth made this design from the ideas of Miss Edwards, it has been
said that he had no great partiality for his own performance, and that,
as he never would consent to its being engraved, the drawing from which
the first print was copied, was made by the connivance of one of her
servants. Be that as it may, his ridicule on the absurdities of
fashion,--on the folly of collecting old china,--cookery,--card playing,
&c. is pointed, and highly wrought.

At the sale of Miss Edwards's effects at Kensington, the original
picture was purchased by the father of Mr. Birch, surgeon, of
Essex-street, Strand.

[Illustration: TASTE IN HIGH LIFE.]



THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE I.

    "The snares are set, the plot is laid,
    Ruin awaits thee,--hapless maid!
    Seduction sly assails thine ear,
    And _gloating, foul desire_ is near;
    Baneful and blighting are their smiles,
    Destruction waits upon their wiles;
    Alas! thy guardian angel sleeps,
    Vice clasps her hands, and virtue weeps."


The general aim of historical painters, says Mr. Ireland, has been to
emblazon some signal exploit of an exalted and distinguished character.
To go through a series of actions, and conduct their hero from the
cradle to the grave, to give a history upon canvass, and tell a story
with the pencil, few of them attempted. Mr. Hogarth saw, with the
intuitive eye of genius, that one path to the Temple of Fame was yet
untrodden: he took Nature for his guide, and gained the summit. He was
the painter of Nature; for he gave, not merely the ground-plan of the
countenance, but marked the features with every impulse of the mind. He
may be denominated the biographical dramatist of domestic life. Leaving
those heroic monarchs who have blazed through their day, with the
destructive brilliancy of a comet, to their adulatory historians, he,
like Lillo, has taken his scenes from humble life, and rendered them a
source of entertainment, instruction, and morality.

This series of prints gives the history of a Prostitute. The story
commences with her arrival in London, where, initiated in the school of
profligacy, she experiences the miseries consequent to her situation,
and dies in the morning of life. Her variety of wretchedness, forms such
a picture of the way in which vice rewards her votaries, as ought to
warn the young and inexperienced from entering this path of infamy.

The first scene of this domestic tragedy is laid at the Bell Inn, in
Wood-street, and the heroine may possibly be daughter to the poor old
clergyman who is reading the direction of a letter close to the York
waggon, from which vehicle she has just alighted. In attire--neat,
plain, unadorned; in demeanor--artless, modest, diffident: in the bloom
of youth, and more distinguished by native innocence than elegant
symmetry; her conscious blush, and downcast eyes, attract the attention
of a female fiend, who panders to the vices of the opulent and
libidinous. Coming out of the door of the inn, we discover two men, one
of whom is eagerly gloating on the devoted victim. This is a portrait,
and said to be a strong resemblance of Colonel Francis Chartres.

The old procuress, immediately after the girl's alighting from the
waggon, addresses her with the familiarity of a friend, rather than the
reserve of one who is to be her mistress.

Had her father been versed in even the first rudiments of physiognomy,
he would have prevented her engaging with one of so decided an aspect:
for this also is the portrait of a woman infamous in her day: but he,
good, easy man, unsuspicious as Fielding's parson Adams, is wholly
engrossed in the contemplation of a superscription to a letter,
addressed to the bishop of the diocese. So important an object prevents
his attending to his daughter, or regarding the devastation occasioned
by his gaunt and hungry Rozinante having snatched at the straw that
packs up some earthenware, and produced

    "The wreck of flower-pots, and the crash of pans!"

From the inn she is taken to the house of the procuress, divested of her
home-spun garb, dressed in the gayest style of the day; and the tender
native hue of her complexion incrusted with paint, and disguised by
patches. She is then introduced to Colonel Chartres, and by artful
flattery and liberal promises, becomes intoxicated with the dreams of
imaginary greatness. A short time convinces her of how light a breath
these promises were composed. Deserted by her keeper, and terrified by
threats of an immediate arrest for the pompous paraphernalia of
prostitution, after being a short time protected by one of the tribe of
Levi, she is reduced to the hard necessity of wandering the streets, for
that precarious subsistence which flows from the drunken rake, or
profligate debauchee. Here her situation is truly pitiable! Chilled by
nipping frost and midnight dew, the repentant tear trickling on her
heaving bosom, she endeavours to drown reflection in draughts of
destructive poison. This, added to the contagious company of women of
her own description, vitiates her mind, eradicates the native seeds of
virtue, destroys that elegant and fascinating simplicity, which gives
additional charms to beauty, and leaves, in its place, art, affectation,
and impudence.

Neither the painter of a sublime picture, nor the writer of an heroic
poem, should introduce any trivial circumstances that are likely to draw
the attention from the principal figures. Such compositions should form
one great whole: minute detail will inevitably weaken their effect. But
in little stories, which record the domestic incidents of familiar life,
these accessary accompaniments, though trifling in themselves, acquire a
consequence from their situation; they add to the interest, and realise
the scene. In this, as in almost all that were delineated by Mr.
Hogarth, we see a close regard paid to things as they then were; by
which means his prints become a sort of historical record of the manners
of the age.

[Illustration: THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 1.

ENSNARED BY A PROCURESS.]



THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE II.

    "Ah! why so vain, though blooming in thy spring,
    Thou shining, frail, adorn'd, but wretched thing
    Old age will come; disease may come before,
    And twenty prove as fatal as threescore!"


Entered into the path of infamy, the next scene exhibits our young
heroine the mistress of a rich Jew, attended by a black boy,[1] and
surrounded with the pompous parade of tasteless profusion. Her mind
being now as depraved, as her person is decorated, she keeps up the
spirit of her character by extravagance and inconstancy. An example of
the first is exhibited in the monkey being suffered to drag her rich
head-dress round the room, and of the second in the retiring gallant.
The Hebrew is represented at breakfast with his mistress; but, having
come earlier than was expected, the favourite has not departed. To
secure his retreat is an exercise for the invention of both mistress and
maid. This is accomplished by the lady finding a pretence for
quarrelling with the Jew, kicking down the tea-table, and scalding his
legs, which, added to the noise of the china, so far engrosses his
attention, that the paramour, assisted by the servant, escapes
discovery.

The subjects of two pictures, with which the room is decorated, are
David dancing before the ark, and Jonah seated under a gourd. They are
placed there, not merely as circumstances which belong to Jewish story,
but as a piece of covert ridicule on the old masters, who generally
painted from the ideas of others, and repeated the same tale _ad
infinitum_. On the toilet-table we discover a mask, which well enough
intimates where she had passed part of the preceding night, and that
masquerades, then a very fashionable amusement, were much frequented by
women of this description; a sufficient reason for their being avoided
by those of an opposite character.

Under the protection of this disciple of Moses she could not remain
long. Riches were his only attraction, and though profusely lavished on
this unworthy object, her attachment was not to be obtained, nor could
her constancy be secured; repeated acts of infidelity are punished by
dismission; and her next situation shows, that like most of the
sisterhood, she had lived without apprehension of the sunshine of life
being darkened by the passing cloud, and made no provision for the hour
of adversity.

In this print the characters are marked with a master's hand. The
insolent air of the harlot, the astonishment of the Jew, eagerly
grasping at the falling table, the start of the black boy, the cautious
trip of the ungartered and barefooted retreating gallant, and the sudden
spring of the scalded monkey, are admirably expressed. To represent an
object in its descent, has been said to be impossible; the attempt has
seldom succeeded; but, in this print, the tea equipage really appears
falling to the floor; and, in Rembrandt's Abraham's Offering, in the
Houghton collection, now at Petersburg, the knife dropping from the hand
of the patriarch, appears in a falling state.

Quin compared Garrick in Othello to the black boy with the tea-kettle, a
circumstance that by no means encouraged our Roscius to continue acting
the part. Indeed, when his face was obscured, his chief power of
expression was lost; and then, and not till then, was he reduced to a
level with several other performers. It has been remarked, however, that
Garrick said of himself, that when he appeared in Othello, Quin, he
supposed, would say, "Here's Pompey! where's the tea-kettle?"

FOOTNOTE:

[1] The attendant black boy gave the foundation of an ill-natured remark
by Quin, when Garrick once attempted the part of Othello. "He pretend to
play Othello!" said the surly satirist; "He pretend to play Othello! He
wants nothing but the tea-kettle and lamp, to qualify him for Hogarth's
Pompey!"

[Illustration: THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 2.

QUARRELS WITH HER JEW PROTECTOR.]



THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE III.

    "Reproach, scorn, infamy, and hate,
    On all thy future steps shall wait;
    Thy furor be loath'd by every eye,
    And every foot thy presence fly."


We here see this child of misfortune fallen from her high estate! Her
magnificent apartment is quitted for a dreary lodging in the purlieus of
Drury-lane; she is at breakfast, and every object exhibits marks of the
most wretched penury: her silver tea-kettle is changed for a tin pot,
and her highly decorated toilet gives place to an old leaf table,
strewed with the relics of the last night's revel, and ornamented with a
broken looking-glass. Around the room are scattered tobacco-pipes, gin
measures, and pewter pots; emblems of the habits of life into which she
is initiated, and the company which she now keeps: this is farther
intimated by the wig-box of James Dalton, a notorious street-robber, who
was afterwards executed. In her hand she displays a watch, which might
be either presented to her, or stolen from her last night's gallant. By
the nostrums which ornament the broken window, we see that poverty is
not her only evil.

The dreary and comfortless appearance of every object in this wretched
receptacle, the bit of butter on a piece of paper, the candle in a
bottle, the basin upon a chair, the punch-bowl and comb upon the table,
and the tobacco-pipes, &c. strewed upon the unswept floor, give an
admirable picture of the style in which this pride of Drury-lane ate her
matin meal. The pictures which ornament the room are, Abraham offering
up Isaac, and a portrait of the Virgin Mary; Dr. Sacheverell and
Macheath the highwayman, are companion prints. There is some
whimsicality in placing the two ladies under a canopy, formed by the
unnailed valance of the bed, and characteristically crowned by the
wig-box of a highwayman.

When Theodore, the unfortunate king of Corsica, was so reduced as to
lodge in a garret in Dean-street, Soho, a number of gentlemen made a
collection for his relief. The chairman of their committee informed him,
by letter, that on the following day, at twelve o'clock, two of the
society would wait upon his majesty with the money. To give his attic
apartment an appearance of royalty, the poor monarch placed an
arm-chair on his half-testered bed, and seating himself under the
scanty canopy, gave what he thought might serve as the representation of
a throne. When his two visitors entered the room, he graciously held out
his right hand, that they might have the honour of--kissing it!

A magistrate, cautiously entering the room, with his attendant
constables, commits her to a house of correction, where our legislators
wisely suppose, that being confined to the improving conversation of her
associates in vice, must have a powerful tendency towards the
reformation of her manners. Sir John Gonson, a justice of peace, very
active in the suppression of brothels, is the person represented. In _a
View of the Town in 1735_, by T. Gilbert, fellow of Peterhouse,
Cambridge, are the following lines:

    "Though laws severe to punish crimes were made,
    What honest man is of these laws afraid?
    All felons against judges will exclaim,
    As harlots tremble at a Gonson's name."

Pope has noticed him in his Imitation of Dr. Donne, and Loveling, in a
very elegant Latin ode. Thus, between the poets and the painter, the
name of this harlot-hunting justice, is transmitted to posterity. He
died on the 9th of January, 1765.

[Illustration: THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 3.

APPREHENDED BY A MAGISTRATE.]



THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE IV.

    With pallid cheek and haggard eye,
    And loud laments, and heartfelt sigh,
    Unpitied, hopeless of relief,
    She drinks the bitter cup of grief.

    In vain the sigh, in vain the tear,
    Compassion never enters here;
    But justice clanks her iron chain,
    And calls forth shame, remorse, and pain.


The situation, in which the last plate exhibited our wretched female,
was sufficiently degrading, but in this, her misery is greatly
aggravated. We now see her suffering the chastisement due to her
follies; reduced to the wretched alternative of beating hemp, or
receiving the correction of a savage task-master. Exposed to the
derision of all around, even her own servant, who is well acquainted
with the rules of the place, appears little disposed to show any return
of gratitude for recent obligations, though even her shoes, which she
displays while tying up her garter, seem by their gaudy outside to have
been a present from her mistress. The civil discipline of the stern
keeper has all the severity of the old school. With the true spirit of
tyranny, he sentences those who will not labour to the whipping-post, to
a kind of picketing suspension by the wrists, or having a heavy log
fastened to their leg. With the last of these punishments he at this
moment threatens the heroine of our story, nor is it likely that his
obduracy can be softened except by a well applied fee. How dreadful, how
mortifying the situation! These accumulated evils might perhaps produce
a momentary remorse, but a return to the path of virtue is not so easy
as a departure from it.

To show that neither the dread, nor endurance, of the severest
punishment, will deter from the perpetration of crimes, a one-eyed
female, close to the keeper, is picking a pocket. The torn card may
probably be dropped by the well-dressed gamester, who has exchanged the
dice-box for the mallet, and whose laced hat is hung up as a companion
trophy to the hoop-petticoat.

One of the girls appears scarcely in her teens. To the disgrace of our
police, these unfortunate little wanderers are still suffered to take
their nocturnal rambles in the most public streets of the metropolis.
What heart, so void of sensibility, as not to heave a pitying sigh at
their deplorable situation? Vice is not confined to colour, for a black
woman is ludicrously exhibited, as suffering the penalty of those
frailties, which are imagined peculiar to the fair.

The figure chalked as dangling upon the wall, with a pipe in his mouth,
is intended as a caricatured portrait of Sir John Gonson, and probably
the production of some would-be artist, whom the magistrate had
committed to Bridewell, as a proper academy for the pursuit of his
studies. The inscription upon the pillory, "Better to work than stand
thus;" and that on the whipping-post near the laced gambler, "The reward
of idleness," are judiciously introduced.

In this print the composition is good: the figures in the back-ground,
though properly subordinate, are sufficiently marked; the lassitude of
the principal character, well contrasted by the austerity of the rigid
overseer. There is a fine climax of female debasement, from the gaudy
heroine of our drama, to her maid, and from thence to the still object,
who is represented as destroying one of the plagues of Egypt.

Such well dressed females, as our heroine, are rarely met with in our
present houses of correction; but her splendid appearance is
sufficiently warranted by the following paragraph in the Grub-street
Journal of September 14th, 1730.

"One Mary Moffat, a woman of great note in the hundreds of Drury, who,
about a fortnight ago, was committed to hard labour in Tothill-fields
Bridewell, by nine justices, brought his majesty's writ of _habeas
corpus_, and was carried before the right honourable the Lord Chief
Justice Raymond, expecting to have been either bailed or discharged; but
her commitment appearing to be legal, his lordship thought fit to remand
her back again to her former place of confinement, where she is now
beating hemp in a gown very richly laced with silver."

[Illustration: THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 4.

SCENE IN BRIDEWELL.]



THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE V.

    With keen remorse, deep sighs, and trembling fears
    Repentant groans, and unavailing tears,
    This child of misery resigns her breath,
    And sinks, despondent, in the arms of death.


Released from Bridewell, we now see this victim to her own indiscretion
breathe her last sad sigh, and expire in all the extremity of penury and
wretchedness. The two quacks, whose injudicious treatment, has probably
accelerated her death, are vociferously supporting the infallibility of
their respective medicines, and each charging the other with having
poisoned her. The meagre figure is a portrait of Dr. Misaubin, a
foreigner, at that time in considerable practice.

These disputes, it has been affirmed, sometimes happen at a consultation
of regular physicians, and a patient has been so unpolite as to die
before they could determine on the name of his disorder.

    "About the symptoms how they disagree,
    But how unanimous about the fee!"

While the maid servant is entreating them to cease quarrelling, and
assist her dying mistress, the nurse plunders her trunk of the few poor
remains of former grandeur. Her little boy, turning a scanty remnant of
meat hung to roast by a string; the linen hanging to dry; the coals
deposited in a corner; the candles, bellows, and gridiron hung upon
nails; the furniture of the room; and indeed every accompaniment;
exhibit a dreary display of poverty and wretchedness. Over the candles
hangs a cake of Jew's Bread, once perhaps the property of her Levitical
lover, and now used as a fly-trap. The initials of her name, M. H. are
smoked upon the ceiling as a kind of _memento mori_ to the next
inhabitant. On the floor lies a paper inscribed "anodyne necklace," at
that time deemed a sort of charm against the disorders incident to
children; and near the fire, a tobacco-pipe, and paper of pills.

A picture of general, and at this awful moment, indecent confusion, is
admirably represented. The noise of two enraged quacks disputing in bad
English; the harsh, vulgar scream of the maid servant; the table
falling, and the pot boiling over, must produce a combination of sounds
dreadful and dissonant to the ear. In this pitiable situation, without a
friend to close her dying eyes, or soften her sufferings by a tributary
tear; forlorn, destitute, and deserted, the heroine of this eventful
history expires! her premature death, brought on by a licentious life,
seven years of which had been devoted to debauchery and dissipation, and
attended by consequent infamy, misery, and disease. The whole story
affords a valuable lesson to the young and inexperienced, and proves
this great, this important truth, that A DEVIATION FROM VIRTUE IS A
DEPARTURE FROM HAPPINESS.

The emaciated appearance of the dying figure, the boy's thoughtless
inattention, and the rapacious, unfeeling eagerness of the old nurse,
are naturally and forcibly delineated.

The figures are well grouped; the curtain gives depth, and forms a good
back-ground to the doctor's head; the light is judiciously distributed,
and each accompaniment highly appropriate.

[Illustration: THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 5.

EXPIRES WHILE THE DOCTORS ARE DISPUTING.]



THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE VI.

    "No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear,
    Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier:
    By harlots' hands thy dying eyes were clos'd;
    By harlots' hands thy decent limbs compos'd;
    By harlots' hands thy humble grave adorn'd;
    By harlots honour'd, and by harlots mourn'd."


The adventures of our heroine are now concluded. She is no longer an
actor in her own tragedy; and there are those who have considered this
print as a farce at the end of it: but surely such was not the author's
intention.

The ingenious writer of Tristram Shandy begins the life of his hero
before he is born; the picturesque biographer of Mary Hackabout has
found an opportunity to convey admonition, and enforce his moral, after
her death. A wish usually prevails, even among those who are most
humbled by their own indiscretion, that some respect should be paid to
their remains; that their eyes should be closed by the tender hand of a
surviving friend, and the tear of sympathy and regret shed upon the sod
which covers their grave; that those who loved them living, should
attend their last sad obsequies; and a sacred character read over them
the awful service which our religion ordains, with the solemnity it
demands. The memory of this votary of prostitution meets with no such
marks of social attention, or pious respect. The preparations for her
funeral are as licentious as the progress of her life, and the contagion
of her example seems to reach all who surround her coffin. One of them
is engaged in the double trade of seduction and thievery; a second is
contemplating her own face in a mirror. The female who is gazing at the
corpse, displays some marks of concern, and feels a momentary
compunction at viewing the melancholy scene before her: but if any other
part of the company are in a degree affected, it is a mere maudlin
sorrow, kept up by glasses of strong liquor. The depraved priest does
not seem likely to feel for the dead that hope expressed in our liturgy.
The appearance and employment of almost every one present at this
mockery of woe, is such as must raise disgust in the breast of any
female who has the least tincture of delicacy, and excite a wish that
such an exhibition may not be displayed at her own funeral.

In this plate there are some local customs which mark the manners of the
times when it was engraved, but are now generally disused, except in
some of the provinces very distant from the capital; sprigs of rosemary
were then given to each of the mourners: to appear at a funeral without
one, was as great an indecorum as to be without a white handkerchief.
This custom might probably originate at a time when the plague
depopulated the metropolis, and rosemary was deemed an antidote against
contagion. It must be acknowledged that there are also in this print
some things which, though they gave the artist an opportunity of
displaying his humour, are violations of propriety and customs: such is
her child, but a few removes from infancy, being habited as chief
mourner, to attend his parent to the grave; rings presented, and an
escutcheon hung up, in a garret, at the funeral of a needy prostitute.
The whole may be intended as a burlesque upon ostentatious and expensive
funerals, which were then more customary than they are now. Mr. Pope has
well ridiculed the same folly;

    "When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend
    The wretch who, living, sav'd a candle's end."

The figures have much characteristic discrimination; the woman looking
into the coffin has more beauty than we generally see in the works of
this artist. The undertaker's gloating stare, his companion's leer, the
internal satisfaction of the parson and his next neighbour, are
contrasted by the Irish howl of the woman at the opposite side, and
evince Mr. Hogarth's thorough knowledge of the operation of the passions
upon the features. The composition forms a good shape, has a proper
depth, and the light is well managed.

Sir James Thornhill's opinion of this series may be inferred from the
following circumstance. Mr. Hogarth had without consent married his
daughter: Sir James, considering him as an obscure artist, was much
displeased with the connexion. To give him a better opinion of his
son-in-law, a common friend, one morning, privately conveyed the six
pictures of the Harlot's Progress into his drawing-room. The veteran
painter eagerly inquired who was the artist; and being told, cried out,
"Very well! Very well indeed! The man who can paint such pictures as
these, can maintain a wife without a portion." This was the remark of
the moment; but he afterwards considered the union of his daughter with
a man of such abilities an honour to his family, was reconciled, and
generous.

When the publication was advertised, such was the expectation of the
town, that above twelve hundred names were entered in the subscription
book. When the prints appeared, they were beheld with astonishment. A
subject so novel in the idea, so marked with genius in the execution,
excited the most eager attention of the public. At a time when England
was coldly inattentive to every thing which related to the arts, so
desirous were all ranks of people of seeing how this little domestic
story was delineated, that there were eight piratical imitations,
besides two copies in a smaller size than the original, published, by
permission of the author, for Thomas Bakewell. The whole series were
copied on fan-mounts, representing the six plates, three on one side,
and three on the other. It was transferred from the copper to the stage,
in the form of a pantomime, by Theophilus Cibber; and again represented
in a ballad opera, entitled, the Jew Decoyed; or, the Harlot's
Progress.

[Illustration: THE HARLOT'S PROGRESS.

PLATE 6.

THE FUNERAL.]



THE LECTURE.

DATUR VACUUM.

    "No wonder that science, and learning profound,
    In Oxford and Cambridge so greatly abound,
    When so many take thither a little each day,
    And we see very few who bring any away."


I was once told by a fellow of a college, says Mr. Ireland, that he
disliked Hogarth, because he had in this print ridiculed one of the
Universities. I endeavoured to defend the artist, by suggesting that
this was not intended as a picture of what Oxford is now, but of what it
was in days long past: that it was that kind of general satire with
which no one should be offended, &c. &c. His reply was too memorable to
be forgotten. "Sir, the Theatre, the Bench, the College of Physicians,
and the Foot Guards, are fair objects of satire; but those venerable
characters who have devoted their whole lives to feeding the lamp of
learning with hallowed oil, are too sacred to be the sport of an
uneducated painter. Their unremitting industry embraced the whole circle
of the sciences, and in their logical disputations they displayed an
acuteness that their followers must contemplate with astonishment. The
present state of Oxford it is not necessary for me to analyze, as you
contend that the satire is not directed against that."

In answer to this observation, which was uttered with becoming gravity,
a gentleman present remarked, as follows. "For some of the ancient
customs of this seminary of learning, I have much respect, but as to
their dry treatises on logic, immaterial dissertations on materiality,
and abstruse investigations of useless subjects, they are mere literary
legerdemain. Their disputations being usually built on an undefinable
chimera, are solved by a paradox. Instead of exercising their power of
reason they exert their powers of sophistry, and divide and subdivide
every subject with such casuistical minuteness, that those who are not
convinced, are almost invariably confounded. This custom, it must be
granted, is not quite so prevalent as it once was: a general spirit of
reform is rapidly diffusing itself; and though I have heard cold-blooded
declaimers assert, that these shades of science are become the retreats
of ignorance, and the haunts of dissipation, I consider them as the
great schools of urbanity, and favourite seats of the _belles lettres_.
By the _belles lettres_, I mean history, biography, and poetry; that all
these are universally cultivated, I can exemplify by the manner in which
a highly accomplished young man, who is considered as a model by his
fellow-collegians, divides his hours.

"At breakfast I found him studying the marvellous and eventful history
of Baron Munchausen; a work whose periods are equally free from the
long-winded obscurity of Tacitus, and the asthmatic terseness of
Sallust. While his hair was dressing, he enlarged his imagination and
improved his morals by studying Doctor what's his name's abridgement of
Chesterfield's Principles of Politeness. To furnish himself with
biographical information, and add to his stock of useful anecdote, he
studied the Lives of the Highwaymen; in which he found many
opportunities of exercising his genius and judgment in drawing parallels
between the virtues and exploits of these modern worthies, and those
dignified, and almost deified ancient heroes whose deeds are recorded in
Plutarch and Nepos.

"With poetical studies, he is furnished by the English operas, which,
added to the prologues, epilogues, and odes of the day, afford him
higher entertainment than he could find in Homer or Virgil: he has not
stored his memory with many epigrams, but of puns has a plentiful stock,
and in _conundra_ is a wholesale dealer. At the same college I know a
most striking contrast, whose reading"--But as his opponent would hear
no more, my advocate dropped the subject; and I will follow his example.

It seems probable, that when the artist engraved this print, he had only
a general reference to an university lecture; the words _datur vacuum_
were an after-thought. Some prints are without the inscription, and in
some of the early impressions it is written with a pen.

The scene is laid at Oxford, and the person reading, universally
admitted to be a Mr. Fisher, of Jesus College, _registrat_ of the
university, with whose consent this portrait was taken, and who lived
until the 18th of March, 1761. That he should wish to have such a face
handed down to posterity, in such company, is rather extraordinary, for
all the band, except one man, have been steeped in the stream of
stupidity. This gentleman has the profile of penetration; a projecting
forehead, a Roman nose, thin lips, and a long pointed chin. His eye is
bent on vacancy: it is evidently directed to the moon-faced idiot that
crowns the pyramid, at whose round head, contrasted by a cornered cap,
he with difficulty suppresses a laugh. Three fellows on the right hand
of this fat, contented "first-born transmitter of a foolish face," have
most degraded characters, and are much fitter for the stable than the
college. If they ever read, it must be in Bracken's Farriery, or the
Country Gentleman's Recreation. Two square-capped students a little
beneath the top, one of whom is holding converse with an adjoining
profile, and the other lifting up his eyebrows, and staring without
sight, have the same misfortune that attended our first James--their
tongues are rather too large. A figure in the left-hand corner has shut
his eyes to think; and having, in his attempt to separate a syllogism,
placed the forefinger of his right hand upon his forehead, has fallen
asleep. The professor, a little above the book, endeavours by a
projection of his under lip to assume importance; such characters are
not uncommon: they are more solicitous to look wise, than to be so. Of
Mr. Fisher it is not necessary to say much: he sat for his portrait, for
the express purpose of having it inserted in the Lecture!--We want no
other testimony of his talents.

[Illustration: THE LECTURE.]



THE CHORUS.

REHEARSAL OF THE ORATORIO OF JUDITH.

    "O _cara, cara!_ silence all that train,
    Joy to great _chaos!_ let division reign."


The Oratorio of Judith, Mr. Ireland observes, was written by Esquire
William Huggins, honoured by the music of William de Fesch, aided by new
painted scenery and _magnifique_ decoration, and in the year 1733
brought upon the stage. As De Fesch[2] was a German and a genius, we may
fairly presume it was well set; and there was at that time, as at this,
a sort of musical mania, that paid much greater attention to sounds than
to sense; notwithstanding all these points in her favour, when the
Jewish heroine had made her theatrical _début_, and so effectually smote
Holofernes,

                       ----"As to sever
    His head from his great trunk for ever and for ever."

the audience compelled her to make her exit. To set aside this partial
and unjust decree, Mr. Huggins appealed to the public, and printed his
oratorio. Though it was adorned with a frontispiece designed by Hogarth,
and engraved by Vandergucht, the world could not be compelled to read,
and the unhappy writer had no other resource than the consolatory
reflection, that his work was superlatively excellent, but unluckily
printed in a tasteless age; a comfortable and solacing self-consciousness,
which hath, I verily believe, prevented many a great genius from becoming
his own executioner.

To paint a sound is impossible; but as far as art can go towards it,
Hogarth has gone in this print. The tenor, treble, and bass of these
ear-piercing choristers are so decisively discriminated, that we all but
hear them.

The principal figure, whose head, hands, and feet are in equal
agitation, has very properly tied on his spectacles; it would have been
prudent to have tied on his periwig also, for by the energy of his
action he has shaken it from his head, and, absorbed in an eager
attention to true time, is totally unconscious of his loss.

A gentleman--pardon me, I meant a singer--in a bag wig, immediately
beneath his uplifted hand, I suspect to be of foreign growth. It has the
engaging air of an importation from Italy.

The little figure in the sinister corner, is, it seems, intended for a
Mr. Tothall, a woollen-draper, who lived in Tavistock-court, and was
Hogarth's intimate friend.

The name of the performer on his right hand,

           ----"Whose growling bass
    Would drown the clarion of the braying ass,"

I cannot learn, nor do I think that this group were meant for particular
portraits, but a general representation of the violent distortions into
which these crotchet-mongers draw their features on such solemn
occasions.

Even the head of the bass-viol has air and character: by the band under
the chin, it gives some idea of a professor, or what is, I think, called
a Mus. D.

The words now singing, "The world shall bow to the Assyrian throne," are
extracted from Mr. Huggins' oratorio; the etching is in a most masterly
style, and was originally given as a subscription ticket to the Modern
Midnight Conversation.

I have seen a small political print on Sir Robert Walpole's
administration, entitled, "Excise, a new Ballad Opera," of which this
was unquestionably the basis. Beneath it is the following learned and
poetical motto:

              "_Experto crede Roberto._"

    "Mind how each hireling songster tunes his throat,
    And the vile knight beats time to every note:
    So Nero sung while Rome was all in flames,
    But time shall brand with infamy their names."

FOOTNOTE:

[2] He was a respectable performer on the violin, some years
chapel-master at Antwerp, and several seasons leader of the band at
Marybone Gardens. He published a collection of musical compositions, to
which was annexed a portrait of himself, characterised by three lines
from Milton:

    "Thou honour'dst verse, and verse must lend her wing
    To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire,
    That tun'st her happiest lines in hymn or song."

He died in 1750, aged seventy years, and gives one additional name to a
catalogue I have somewhere seen of very old professors of music, who,
saith my author, "generally live unto a greater age than persons in any
other way of life, from their souls being so attuned unto harmony, that
they enjoy a perpetual peace of mind." It has been observed, and I
believe justly, that thinking is a great enemy to longevity, and that,
consequently, they who think least will be likely to live longest. The
quantity of thought necessary to make an adept in this divine science,
must be determined by those who have studied it.--It would seem by this
remark, that Mr. Ireland was not aware that to acquire proficiency in
the divine science to which he so pleasantly alludes, requires great
application and study.

[Illustration: THE CHORUS.]



COLUMBUS BREAKING THE EGG.


By the success of Columbus's first voyage, doubt had been changed into
admiration; from the honours with which he was rewarded, admiration
degenerated into envy. To deny that his discovery carried in its train
consequences infinitely more important than had resulted from any made
since the creation, was impossible. His enemies had recourse to another
expedient, and boldly asserted that there was neither wisdom in the
plan, nor hazard in the enterprise.

When he was once at a Spanish supper, the company took this ground, and
being by his narrative furnished with the reflections which had induced
him to undertake his voyage, and the course that he had pursued in its
completion, sagaciously observed, that "it was impossible for any man, a
degree above an idiot, to have failed of success. The whole process was
so obvious, it must have been seen by a man who was half blind! Nothing
could be so easy!"

"It is not difficult now I have pointed out the way," was the answer of
Columbus: "but easy as it will appear, when you are possessed of my
method, I do not believe that, without such instruction, any person
present could place one of these eggs upright on the table." The cloth,
knives, and forks were thrown aside, and two of the party, placing their
eggs as required, kept them steady with their fingers. One of them swore
there could be no other way. "We will try," said the navigator; and
giving an egg, which he held in his hand, a smart stroke upon the table,
it remained upright. The emotions which this excited in the company are
expressed in their countenances. In the be-ruffed booby at his left hand
it raises astonishment; he is a DEAR ME! man, of the same family with
Sterne's Simple Traveller, and came from Amiens only yesterday. The
fellow behind him, beating his head, curses his own stupidity; and the
whiskered ruffian, with his fore-finger on the egg, is in his heart
cursing Columbus. As to the two veterans on the other side, they have
lived too long to be agitated with trifles: he who wears a cap,
exclaims, "Is this all!" and the other, with a bald head, "By St. Jago,
I did not think of that!" In the face of Columbus there is not that
violent and excessive triumph which is exhibited by little characters on
little occasions; he is too elevated to be overbearing; and, pointing to
the conical solution of his problematical conundrum, displays a calm
superiority, and silent internal contempt.

Two eels, twisted round the eggs upon the dish, are introduced as
specimens of the line of beauty; which is again displayed on the
table-cloth, and hinted at on the knife-blade. In all these curves there
is peculiar propriety; for the etching was given as a receipt-ticket to
the Analysis, where this favourite undulating line forms the basis of
his system.

In the print of Columbus, there is evident reference to the criticisms
on what Hogarth called his own discovery; and in truth the connoisseurs'
remarks on the painter were dictated by a similar spirit to those of the
critics on the navigator: they first asserted there was no such line,
and when he had proved that there was, gave the honour of discovery to
Lomazzo, Michael Angelo, &c. &c.

[Illustration: COLUMBUS BREAKING THE EGG.]



A MIDNIGHT MODERN CONVERSATION.

    "Think not to find one meant resemblance there;
    We lash the vices, but the persons spare.
    Prints should be priz'd, as authors should be read,
    Who sharply smile prevailing folly dead.
    So Rabelais laugh'd, and so Cervantes thought;
    So nature dictated what art has taught."


Notwithstanding this inscription, which was engraved on the plate some
time after its publication, it is very certain that most of these
figures were intended for individual portraits; but Mr. Hogarth, not
wishing to be considered as a personal satirist, and fearful of making
enemies among his contemporaries, would never acknowledge who were the
characters. Some of them the world might perhaps mistake; for though the
author was faithful in delineating whatever he intended to portray,
complete intoxication so far caricatures the countenance, that,
according to the old, though trite proverb, "the man is not himself."
His portrait, though given with the utmost fidelity, will scarcely be
known by his most intimate friends, unless they have previously seen him
in this degrading disguise. Hence, it becomes difficult to identify men
whom the painter did not choose to point out at the time; and a century
having elapsed, it becomes impossible, for all who composed the group,
with the artist by whom it was delineated,

    Shake hands with dust, and call the worm their kinsman.

Mrs. Piozzi was of opinion that the divine with a cork-screw,
occasionally used as a tobacco-stopper, hanging upon his little finger,
was the portrait of parson Ford, Dr. Johnson's uncle; though, upon the
authority of Sir John Hawkins, of anecdotish memory, it has been
generally supposed to be intended for Orator Henley. As both these
worthies were distinguished by that rubicundity of face with which it is
marked, the reader may decree the honour of a sitting to which he
pleases.

The roaring bacchanalian who stands next him, waving his glass in the
air, has pulled off his wig, and, in the zeal of his friendship, crowns
the divine's head. He is evidently drinking destruction to fanatics, and
success to mother church, or a mitre to the jolly parson whom he
addresses.

The lawyer, who sits near him, is a portrait of one Kettleby, a
vociferous bar-orator, who, though an utter barrister, chose to
distinguish himself by wearing an enormous full-bottom wig, in which he
is here represented. He was farther remarkable for a diabolical squint,
and a satanic smile.

A poor maudlin miserable, who is addressing him, when sober, must be a
fool; but, in this state, it would puzzle Lavater to assign him a proper
class. He seems endeavouring to demonstrate to the lawyer, that, in a
poi--poi--point of law, he has been most cruelly cheated, and lost a
cau--cau--cause, that he ought to have got,--and all this was owing to
his attorney being an infernal villain. This may very probably be true;
for the poor man's tears show that, like the person relieved by the good
Samaritan, he has been among thieves. The barrister grins horribly at
his misfortunes, and tells him he is properly punished for not employing
a gentleman.

Next to him sits a gentleman in a black periwig. He politely turns his
back to the company, that he may have the pleasure of smoking a sociable
pipe.

The justice, "in fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,"--the justice,
having hung up his hat, wig, and cloak, puts on his nightcap, and, with
a goblet of superior capacity before him, sits in solemn cogitation. His
left elbow, supported by the table, and his right by a chair, with a
pipe in one hand, and a stopper in the other, he puffs out the bland
vapour with the dignity of an alderman, and fancies himself as great as
Jupiter, seated upon the summit of Mount Olympus, enveloped by the thick
cloud which his own breath has created.

With folded arms and open mouth, another leans back in his chair. His
wig is dropped from his head, and he is asleep; but though speechless,
he is sonorous; for you clearly perceive that, where nasal sounds are
the music, he is qualified to be leader of the band.

The fallen hero, who with his chair and goblet has tumbled to the floor,
by the cockade in his hat, we suppose to be an officer. His forehead is
marked, perhaps with honourable scars. To wash his wounds, and cool his
head, the staggering apothecary bathes it with brandy.

A gentleman in the corner, who, from having the Craftsman and London
Evening in his pocket, we determine to be a politician, very unluckily
mistakes his ruffle for the bowl of his pipe, and sets fire to it.

The person in a bag-wig and solitaire, with his hand upon his head,
would not now pass for a fine gentleman, but in the year 1735 was a
complete beau. Unaccustomed to such joyous company, he appears to have
drank rather more than agrees with him.

The company consists of eleven, and on the chimney-piece, floor, and
table, are three and twenty empty flasks. These, added to a bottle which
the apothecary holds in his hand, prove that this select society have
not lost a moment. The overflowing bowl, full goblets, and charged
glasses, prove that they think, "'Tis too early to part," though the
dial points to four in the morning.

The different degrees of drunkenness are well discriminated, and its
effects admirably described. The poor simpleton, who is weeping out his
woes to honest lawyer Kettleby, it makes mawkish; the beau it makes
sick; and the politician it stupifies. One is excited to roaring, and
another lulled to sleep. It half closes the eyes of justice, renders the
footing of physic unsure, and lays prostrate the glory of his country,
and the pride of war.

[Illustration: A MIDNIGHT MODERN CONVERSATION.]



CONSULTATION OF PHYSICIANS--THE UNDERTAKERS' ARMS.


This plate is designed, with much humour, according to the rules of
heraldry, and is called The Undertakers' Arms, to show us the connexion
between death and the quack doctor, as are also those cross-bones on the
outside of the escutcheon. When an undertaker is in want of business, he
cannot better apply than to some of those gentlemen of the faculty, who
are, for the most part, so charitably disposed, as to supply the
necessities of these sable death-hunters, and keep them from starving in
a healthy time. By the tenour of this piece, Mr. Hogarth would intimate
the general ignorance of such of the medical tribe, and teach us that
they possess little more knowledge than their voluminous wigs and
golden-headed canes. They are represented in deep consultation upon the
contents of an urinal. Our artist's own illustration of this coat of
arms, as he calls it, is as follows: "The company of undertakers
beareth, sable, an urinal, proper between twelve quack heads of the
second, and twelve cane heads, or, consultant. On a chief, _Nebulæ_,
ermine, one complete doctor, issuant, checkie, sustaining in his right
hand a baton of the second. On the dexter and sinister sides, two
demi-doctors, issuant of the second, and two cane heads, issuant of the
third; the first having one eye, couchant, towards the dexter side of
the escutcheon; the second faced, per pale, proper, and gules guardant.
With this motto, _Et plurima mortis imago_. The general image of death."

It has been said of the ancients, that they began by attempting to make
physic a science, and failed; of the moderns, that they began by
attempting to make it a trade, and succeeded. This company are moderns
to a man, and, if we may judge of their capacities by their
countenances, are indeed a most sapient society. Their practice is very
extensive, and they go about, taking guineas,

    Far as the weekly bills can reach around,
    From Kent-street end, to fam'd St. Giles's pound.

Many of them are unquestionably portraits, but as these grave and sage
descendants of Galen are long since gone to that place where they before
sent their patients, we are unable to ascertain any of them, except the
three who are, for distinction, placed in the chief, or most honourable
part of the escutcheon. Those who, from their exalted situation, we may
naturally conclude the most distinguished and sagacious leeches of
their day, have marks too obtrusive to be mistaken. He towards the
dexter side of the escutcheon, is determined by an eye in the head of
his cane to be the all-accomplished Chevalier Taylor, in whose
marvellous and surprising history, written by his own hand, and
published in 1761, is recorded such events relative to himself and
others, as have excited more astonishment than that incomparable
romance, Don Belianis of Greece, the Arabian Nights, or Sir John
Mandeville's Travels.

The centre figure, arrayed in a harlequin jacket, with a bone, or what
the painter denominates a baton, in the right hand, is generally
considered designed for Mrs. Mapp, a masculine woman, daughter to one
Wallin, a bone-setter at Hindon, in Wiltshire. This female Thalestris,
incompatible as it may seem with her sex, adopted her father's
profession, travelled about the country, calling herself Crazy Sally;
and, like another Hercules, did wonders by strength of arm.

On the sinister side is Dr. Ward, generally called Spot Ward, from his
left cheek being marked with a claret colour. This gentleman was of a
respectable family, and though not highly educated, had talents very
superior to either of his coadjutors.

For the chief, this must suffice; as for the twelve quack heads, and
twelve cane heads, or, consultant, united with the cross bones at the
corners, they have a most mortuary appearance, and do indeed convey a
general image of death.

In the time of Lucian, a philosopher was distinguished by three
things,--his avarice, his impudence, and his beard. In the time of
Hogarth, medicine was a mystery, and there were three things which
distinguished the physician,--his gravity, his cane-head, and his
periwig. With these leading requisites, this venerable party are most
amply gifted. To specify every character is not necessary; but the upper
figure on the dexter side, with a wig like a weeping willow, should not
be overlooked. His lemon-like aspect must curdle the blood of all his
patients. In the countenances of his brethren there is no want of acids;
but, however sour, each individual was in his day,

    ----------------a doctor of renown,
    To none but such as rust in health unknown;
    And, save or slay, this privilege they claim,
    Or death, or life, the bright reward's the same.

[Illustration: CONSULTATION OF PHYSICIANS.]



DANIEL LOCK, ESQ. F.A.S.


Daniel Lock was an architect of some eminence. He retired from business
with an ample fortune, lived in Surrey-street, and was buried in the
chapel of Trinity College, Cambridge. This portrait was originally
engraved by J. M'Ardell from a painting by Hogarth, and is classed among
the productions of our artist that are of uncertain date.

[Illustration: DANIEL LOCK, ESQ. F.A.S.]



THE ENRAGED MUSICIAN.

    "With thundering noise the azure vault they tear,
    And rend, with savage roar, the echoing air:
    The sounds terrific he with horror hears;
    His fiddle throws aside,--and stops his ears."


We have seen displayed the distress of a poet; in this the artist has
exhibited the rage of a musician. Our poor bard bore his misfortunes
with patience, and, rich in his Muse, did not much repine at his
poverty. Not so this master of harmony, of heavenly harmony! To the
evils of poverty he is now a stranger; his _adagios_ and _cantabiles_
have procured him the protection of nobles; and, contrary to the poor
shirtless mendicant of the Muses that we left in a garret, he is arrayed
in a coat decorated with frogs, a bag-wig, solitaire, and ruffled shirt.
Waiting in the chamber of a man of fashion, whom he instructs in the
divine science of music, having first tuned his instrument, he opens his
crotchet-book, shoulders his violin, flourishes his fiddle-stick, and,

    Softly sweet, in Lydian measure,
    Soon he soothes his soul to pleasure.

Rapt in Elysium at the divine symphony, he is awakened from his beatific
vision, by noises that distract him.

    ----------An universal hubbub wild,
    Of stunning sounds, and voices all confus'd,
    Assails his ears with loudest vehemence.

Confounded with the din, and enraged by the interruption, our modern
Terpander starts from his seat, and opens the window. This operates as
air to a kindling fire; and such a combination of noises burst upon the
auricular nerve, that he is compelled to stop his ears,--but to stop the
torrent is impossible!

    A louder yet, and yet a louder strain,
    Break his bands of thought asunder!
    And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder;
      At the horrible sound
        He has rais'd up his head,
        As awak'd from the dead,
      And amazed he stares all around.

In this situation he is delineated; and those who for a moment
contemplate the figures before him, cannot wonder at his rage.

    A crew of hell-hounds never ceasing bark,
    With wide Cerberean mouth, full loud, and ring
    A hideous peal.

Of the _dramatis personæ_ who perform the vocal parts, the first is a
fellow, in a tone that would rend hell's concave, bawling, "Dust, ho!
dust, ho! dust!" Next to him, an amphibious animal, who nightly pillows
his head on the sedgy bosom of old Thames, in a voice that emulates the
rush of many waters, or the roaring of a cataract, is bellowing
"Flounda,a,a,ars!" A daughter of May-day, who dispenses what in London
is called milk, and is consequently a milk-maid, in a note pitched at
the very top of her voice, is crying, "Be-louw!" While a ballad-singer
dolefully drawls out The Ladie's Fall, an infant in her arms joins its
treble pipe in chorus with the screaming parrot, which is on a lamp-iron
over her head. On the roof of an opposite house are two cats, performing
what an amateur of music might perhaps call a bravura duet; near them
appears

    A sweep, shrill twittering on the chimney-top.

A little French drummer, singing to his rub-a-dub, and the agreeable
yell of a dog, complete the vocal performers.

Of the instrumental, a fellow blowing a horn, with a violence that would
have almost shaken down the walls of Jericho, claims the first notice;
next to him, the dustman rattles his bell with ceaseless clangour, until
the air reverberates the sound.

The intervals are filled up by a paviour, who, to every stroke of his
rammer, adds a loud, distinct, and echoing, Haugh! The pedestrian cutler
is grinding a butcher's cleaver with such earnestness and force, that it
elicits sparks of fire. This, added to the agonizing howls of his
unfortunate dog, must afford a perfect specimen of the ancient
chromatic. The poor animal, between a man and a monkey, piping harsh
discords upon a hautboy, the girl whirling her _crepitaculum_, or
rattle, and the boy beating his drum, conclude the catalogue of this
harmonious band.

This delineation originated in a story which was told to Hogarth by the
late Mr. John Festin, who is the hero of the print. He was eminent for
his skill in playing upon the German flute and hautboy, and much
employed as a teacher of music. To each of his scholars he devoted one
hour each day. "At nine o'clock in the morning," said he, "I once waited
upon my lord Spencer, but his lordship being out of town, from him I
went to Mr. V----n. It was so early that he was not arisen. I went into
his chamber, and, opening a shutter, sat down in the window-seat. Before
the rails was a fellow playing upon the hautboy. A man with a barrow
full of onions offered the piper an onion if he would play him a tune.
That ended, he offered a second onion for a second tune; the same for a
third, and was going on: but this was too much; I could not bear it; it
angered my very soul--'Zounds!' said I, 'stop here! This fellow is
ridiculing my profession; he is playing on the hautboy for onions!'"

The whole of this bravura scene is admirably represented. A person
quaintly enough observed, that it deafens one to look at it.

[Illustration: THE ENRAGED MUSICIAN.]



MASQUERADES AND OPERAS.

BURLINGTON GATE.


This print appeared in 1723. Of the three small figures in the centre
the middle one is Lord Burlington, a man of considerable taste in
painting and architecture, but who ranked Mr. Kent, an indifferent
artist, above his merit. On one side of the peer is Mr. Campbell, the
architect; on the other, his lordship's postilion. On a show-cloth in
this plate is also supposed to be the portrait of king George II. who
gave 1000_l._ towards the Masquerade; together with that of the earl of
Peterborough, who offers Cuzzoni, the Italian singer, 8000_l._ and she
spurns at him. Mr. Heidegger, the regulator of the Masquerade, is also
exhibited, looking out of a window, with the letter H under him.

The substance of the foregoing remarks is taken from a collection lately
belonging to Captain Baillie, where it is said that they were furnished
by an eminent connoisseur.

A board is likewise displayed, with the words, "Long Room. Fawks's
dexterity of hand." It appears from the following advertisement that
this was a man of great consequence in his profession: "Whereas the town
hath been lately alarmed, that the famous Fawks was robbed and murdered,
returning from performing at the duchess of Buckingham's house at
Chelsea; which report being raised and printed by a person to gain money
to himself, and prejudice the above-mentioned Mr. Fawks, whose
unparalleled performance has gained him so much applause from the
greatest of quality, and most curious observers: We think, both in
justice to the injured gentleman, and for the satisfaction of his
admirers, that we cannot please our readers better than to acquaint them
he is alive, and will not only perform his usual surprising dexterity of
hand, posture-master, and musical clock: but, for the greater diversion
of the quality and gentry, has agreed with the famous Powell of the Bath
for the season, who has the largest, richest, and most natural figures,
and finest machines in England, and whose former performances in Covent
Garden were so engaging to the town, as to gain the approbation of the
best judges, to show his puppet-plays along with him, beginning in the
Christmas holidays next, at the Old Tennis-court, in James's-street,
near the Haymarket; where any incredulous persons may be satisfied he is
not left this world, if they please to believe their hands, though they
can't believe their eyes."--"May 25," indeed, "1731, died Mr. Fawks,
famous for his dexterity of hand, by which he had honestly acquired a
fortune of 10,000_l._ being no more than he really deserved for his
great ingenuity, by which he had surpassed all that ever pretended to
that art."

This satirical performance of Hogarth, however, was thought to be
invented and drawn at the instigation of Sir James Thornhill, out of
revenge, because Lord Burlington had preferred Mr. Kent before him to
paint for the king at his palace at Kensington. Dr. Faustus was a
pantomime performed to crowded houses throughout two seasons, to the
utter neglect of plays, for which reason they are cried about in a
wheel-barrow.

[Illustration: MASQUERADES AND OPERAS, BURLINGTON GATE.]



MORNING.

    Keen blows the blast, and eager is the air;
      With flakes of feather'd snow the ground is spread;
    To step, with mincing pace, to early prayer,
      Our clay-cold vestal leaves her downy bed.

    And here the reeling sons of riot see,
    After a night of senseless revelry.

    Poor, trembling, old, her suit the beggar plies;
    But frozen chastity the little boon denies.


This withered representative of Miss Bridget Alworthy, with a shivering
foot-boy carrying her prayer-book, never fails in her attendance at
morning service. She is a symbol of the season.--

    -------------Chaste as the icicle
    That's curdled by the frost from purest snow,
    And hangs on Dian's temple

she looks with scowling eye, and all the conscious pride of severe and
stubborn virginity, on the poor girls who are suffering the embraces of
two drunken beaux that are just staggered out of Tom King's
Coffee-house. One of them, from the basket on her arm, I conjecture to
be an orange girl: she shows no displeasure at the boisterous salute of
her Hibernian lover. That the hero in a laced hat is from the banks of
the Shannon, is apparent in his countenance. The female whose face is
partly concealed, and whose neck has a more easy turn than we always see
in the works of this artist, is not formed of the most inflexible
materials.

An old woman, seated upon a basket; the girl, warming her hands by a few
withered sticks that are blazing on the ground, and a wretched
mendicant,[3] wrapped in a tattered and parti-coloured blanket,
entreating charity from the rosy-fingered vestal who is going to church,
complete the group. Behind them, at the door of Tom King's Coffee-house,
are a party engaged in a fray, likely to create business for both
surgeon and magistrate: we discover swords and cudgels in the
combatants' hands.

On the opposite side of the print are two little schoolboys. That they
have shining morning faces we cannot positively assert, but each has a
satchel at his back, and according with the description given by the
poet of nature, is

    Creeping, like snail, unwillingly to school.

The lantern appended to the woman who has a basket on her head, proves
that these dispensers of the riches of Pomona rise before the sun, and
do part of their business by an artificial light. Near her, that
immediate descendant of Paracelsus, Dr. Rock, is expatiating to an
admiring audience, on the never-failing virtues of his wonder-working
medicines. One hand holds a bottle of his miraculous panacea, and the
other supports a board, on which is the king's arms, to indicate that
his practice is sanctioned by royal letters patent. Two porringers and a
spoon, placed on the bottom of an inverted basket, intimate that the
woman seated near them, is a vender of rice-milk, which was at that time
brought into the market every morning.

A fatigued porter leans on a rail; and a blind beggar is going towards
the church: but whether he will become one of the congregation, or take
his stand at the door, in the hope that religion may have warmed the
hearts of its votaries to "Pity the sorrows of a poor blind man," is
uncertain.

Snow on the ground, and icicles hanging from the penthouse, exhibit a
very chilling prospect; but, to dissipate the cold, there is happily a
shop where spirituous liquors are sold _pro bono publico_, at a very
little distance. A large pewter measure is placed upon a post before the
door, and three of a smaller size hang over the window of the house.

The character of the principal figure is admirably delineated. She is
marked with that prim and awkward formality which generally accompanies
her order, and is an exact type of a hard winter; for every part of her
dress, except the flying lappets and apron, ruffled by the wind, is as
rigidly precise as if it were frozen. It has been said that this
incomparable figure was designed as the representative of either a
particular friend, or a relation. Individual satire may be very
gratifying to the public, but is frequently fatal to the satirist.
Churchill, by the lines,

    ----------------Fam'd Vine-street,
    Where Heaven, the kindest wish of man to grant,
    Gave me an old house, and an older aunt,

lost a considerable legacy; and it is related that Hogarth, by the
introduction of this withered votary of Diana into this print, induced
her to alter a will which had been made considerably in his favour: she
was at first well enough satisfied with her resemblance, but some
designing people taught her to be angry.

Extreme cold is very well expressed in the slip-shod footboy, and the
girl who is warming her hands. The group of which she is a part, is well
formed, but not sufficiently balanced on the opposite side.

The church dial, a few minutes before seven; marks of little shoes and
pattens in the snow, and various productions of the season in the
market, are an additional proof of that minute accuracy with which this
artist inspected and represented objects, which painters in general have
neglected.

Govent Garden is the scene, but in the print every building is reversed.
This was a common error with Hogarth; not from his being ignorant of the
use of the mirror, but from his considering it as a matter of little
consequence.

FOOTNOTE:

[3] "What signifies," says some one to Dr. Johnson, "giving halfpence to
common beggars? they only lay them out in gin or tobacco." "And why,"
replied the doctor, "should they be denied such sweeteners of their
existence? It is surely very savage to shut out from them every possible
avenue to those pleasures reckoned too coarse for our own acceptance.
Life is a pill which none of us can swallow without gilding, yet for the
poor we delight in stripping it still more bare, and are not ashamed to
show even visible marks of displeasure, if even the bitter taste is
taken from their mouths."

[Illustration: MORNING.]



NOON.

    Hail, Gallia's daughters! easy, brisk, and free;
    Good humour'd, _débonnaire_, and _dégagée_:
    Though still fantastic, frivolous, and vain,
    Let not their airs and graces give us pain:
    Or fair, or brown, at toilet, prayer, or play,
    Their motto speaks their manners--TOUJOURS GAI.

      But for that powder'd compound of grimace,
    That capering he-she thing of fringe and lace;
    With sword and cane, with bag and solitaire,
    Vain of the full-dress'd dwarf, his hopeful heir,
    How does our spleen and indignation rise,
    When such a tinsell'd coxcomb meets our eyes,


Among the figures who are coming out of church, an affected, flighty
Frenchwoman, with her fluttering fop of a husband, and a boy, habited
_à-la-mode de Paris_, claim our first attention. In dress, air, and
manner, they have a national character. The whole congregation, whether
male or female, old or young, carry the air of their country in
countenance, dress, and deportment. Like the three principal figures,
they are all marked with some affected peculiarity. Affectation, in a
woman, is supportable upon no other ground than that general indulgence
we pay to the omnipotence of beauty, which in a degree sanctifies
whatever it adopts. In a boy, when we consider that the poor fellow is
attempting to copy what he has been taught to believe praiseworthy, we
laugh at it; the largest portion of ridicule falls upon his tutors; but
in a man, it is contemptible!

The old fellow, in a black periwig, has a most vinegar-like aspect, and
looks with great contempt at the frippery gentlewoman immediately before
him. The woman, with a demure countenance, seems very piously
considering how she can contrive to pick the embroidered beau's pocket.
Two old sybils joining their withered lips in a chaste salute, is
nauseous enough, but, being a national custom, must be forgiven. The
divine seems to have resided in this kingdom long enough to acquire a
roast-beef countenance. A little boy, whose woollen nightcap is pressed
over a most venerable flowing periwig, and the decrepit old man, leaning
upon a crutch-stick, who is walking before him, "I once considered,"
says Mr. Ireland, "as two vile caricatures, out of nature, and unworthy
the artist. Since I have seen the peasantry of Flanders, and the
plebeian youth of France, I have in some degree changed my opinion, but
still think them rather _outré_."

Under a sign of the Baptist's Head is written, Good Eating; and on each
side of the inscription is a mutton chop. In opposition to this head
without a body, unaccountably displayed as a sign at an eating-house,
there is a body without a head, hanging out as the sign of a
distiller's. This, by common consent, has been quaintly denominated the
good woman. At a window above, one of the softer sex proves her
indisputable right to the title by her temperate conduct to her husband,
with whom having had a little disagreement, she throws their Sunday's
dinner into the street.

A girl, bringing a pie from the bakehouse, is stopped in her career by
the rude embraces of a blackamoor, who eagerly rubs his sable visage
against her blooming cheek.

Good eating is carried on to the lower part of the picture. A boy,
placing a baked pudding upon a post, with rather too violent an action,
the dish breaks, the fragments fall to the ground, and while he is
loudly lamenting his misfortune, and with tears anticipating his
punishment, the smoking remnants are eagerly snatched up by a poor girl.
Not educated according to the system of Jean Jacques Rousseau, she feels
no qualms of conscience about the original proprietor, and, destitute of
that fastidious delicacy which destroys the relish of many a fine lady,
eagerly swallows the hot and delicious morsels, with all the
concomitants.

The scene is laid at the door of a French chapel in Hog-lane; a part of
the town at that time almost wholly peopled by French refugees, or their
descendants.

By the dial of St. Giles's church, in the distance, we see that it is
only half past eleven. At this early hour, in those good times, there
was as much good eating as there is now at six o'clock in the evening.
From twenty pewter measures, which are hung up before the houses of
different distillers, it seems that good drinking was considered as
equally worthy of their serious attention.

The dead cat, and choked kennels, mark the little attention shown to the
streets by the scavengers of St. Giles's. At that time noxious effluvia
was not peculiar to this parish. The neighbourhood of Fleet-ditch, and
many other parts of the city, were equally polluted.

Even at this refined period, there would be some use in a more strict
attention to the medical police of a city so crowded with inhabitants.
We ridicule the people of Paris and Edinburgh for neglecting so
essential and salutary a branch of delicacy, while the kennels of a
street in the vicinity of St. Paul's church are floated with the blood
of slaughtered animals every market-day. Moses would have managed these
things better: but in those days there was no physician in Israel!

[Illustration: NOON.]



EVENING.

      One sultry Sunday, when no cooling breeze
    Was borne on zephyr's wing, to fan the trees;
    One sultry Sunday, when the torrid ray
    O'er nature beam'd intolerable day;
    When raging Sirius warn'd us not to roam,
    And Galen's sons prescrib'd cool draughts at home;
    One sultry Sunday, near those fields of fame
    Where weavers dwell, and Spital is their name,
    A sober wight, of reputation high
    For tints that emulate the Tyrian dye,
    Wishing to take his afternoon's repose,
    In easy chair had just began to doze,
    When, in a voice that sleep's soft slumbers broke,
    His oily helpmate thus her wishes spoke:
      "Why, spouse, for shame! my stars, what's this about?
    You's ever sleeping; come, we'll all go out;
    At that there garden, pr'ythee, do not stare!
    We'll take a mouthful of the country air;
    In the yew bower an hour or two we'll kill;
    There you may smoke, and drink what punch you will.
    Sophy and Billy each shall walk with me,
    And you must carry little Emily.
    Veny is sick, and pants, and loathes her food;
    The grass will do the pretty creature good.
    Hot rolls are ready as the clock strikes five--
    And now 'tis after four, as I'm alive!"
      The mandate issued, see the tour begun,
    And all the flock set out for Islington.
    Now the broad sun, refulgent lamp of day,
    To rest with Thetis, slopes his western way;
    O'er every tree embrowning dust is spread,
    And tipt with gold is Hampstead's lofty head.
      The passive husband, in his nature mild,
    To wife consigns his hat, and takes the child;
    But she a day like this hath never felt,
    "Oh! that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
    Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew."
    Such monstrous heat! dear me! she never knew.
    Adown her innocent and beauteous face,
    The big, round, pearly drops each other chase;
    Thence trickling to those hills, erst white as snow,
    That now like Ætna's mighty mountains glow,
    They hang like dewdrops on the full blown rose,
    And to the ambient air their sweets disclose.
    Fever'd with pleasure, thus she drags along;
    Nor dares her antler'd husband say 'tis wrong.
      The blooming offspring of this blissful pair,
    In all their parents' attic pleasures share.
    Sophy the soft, the mother's earliest joy,
    Demands her froward brother's tinsell'd toy;
    But he, enrag'd, denies the glittering prize,
    And rends the air with loud and piteous cries.
      Thus far we see the party on their way--
    What dire disasters mark'd the close of day,
    'Twere tedious, tiresome, endless to obtrude;
    Imagination must the scene conclude.


It is not easy to imagine fatigue better delineated than in the
appearance of this amiable pair. In a few of the earliest impressions,
Mr. Hogarth printed the hands of the man in blue, to show that he was a
dyer, and the face and neck of the woman in red, to intimate her extreme
heat. The lady's aspect lets us at once into her character; we are
certain that she was born to command. As to her husband, God made him,
and he must pass for a man: what his wife has made him, is indicated by
the cow's horns; which are so placed as to become his own. The hopes of
the family, with a cockade in his hat, and riding upon papa's cane,
seems much dissatisfied with female sway. A face with more of the shrew
in embryo than that of the girl, it is scarcely possible to conceive.
Upon such a character the most casual observer pronounces with the
decision of a Lavater.

Nothing can be better imagined than the group in the alehouse. They have
taken a refreshing walk into the country, and, being determined to have
a cooling pipe, seat themselves in a chair-lumbered closet, with a low
ceiling; where every man, pulling off his wig, and throwing a
pocket-handkerchief over his head, inhales the fumes of hot punch, the
smoke of half a dozen pipes, and the dust from the road. If this is not
rural felicity, what is? The old gentleman in a black bag-wig, and the
two women near him, sensibly enough, take their seats in the open air.

From a woman milking a cow, we conjecture the hour to be about five in
the afternoon: and, from the same circumstance, I am inclined to think
this agreeable party is going to their pastoral bower, rather than
returning from it.

The cow and dog appear as much inconvenienced by heat as any of the
party: the former is whisking off the flies; and the latter creeps
unwillingly along, and casts a longing look at the crystal river, in
which he sees his own shadow. A remarkably hot summer is intimated by
the luxuriant state of a vine, creeping over an alehouse window. On the
side of the New River, where the scene is laid, lies one of the wooden
pipes employed in the water-works. Opposite Sadler's Wells there still
remains the sign of Sir Hugh Middleton's head, which is here
represented; but how changed the scene from what is here represented!

[Illustration: EVENING.]



NIGHT.

    Now burst the blazing bonfires on the sight,
      Through the wide air their corruscations play;
    The windows beam with artificial light,
      And all the region emulates the day.

    The moping mason, from yon tavern led,
      In mystic words doth to the moon complain
    That unsound port distracts his aching head,
      And o'er the waiter waves his clouded cane.


Mr. Walpole very truly observes, that this print is inferior to the
three others; there is, however, broad humour in some of the figures.

The wounded free-mason, who, in zeal of brotherly love, has drank his
bumpers to the craft till he is unable to find his way home, is under
the guidance of a waiter. This has been generally considered as intended
for Sir Thomas de Veil, and, from an authenticated portrait which I have
seen, I am, says Mr. Ireland, inclined to think it is, notwithstanding
Sir John Hawkins asserts, that "he could discover no resemblance." When
the knight saw him in his magisterial capacity, he was probably sober
and sedate; here he is represented a little disguised. The British
Xantippe showering her favours from the window upon his head, may have
its source in that respect which the inmates of such houses as the
Rummer Tavern had for a justice of peace. On the resignation of Mr.
Horace Walpole, in February, 1738, De Veil was appointed
inspector-general of the imports and exports, and was so severe against
the retailers of spirituous liquors, that one Allen headed a gang of
rioters for the purpose of pulling down his house, and bringing to a
summary punishment two informers who were there concealed. Allen was
tried for this offence, and acquitted, upon the jury's verdict declaring
him lunatic.

The waiter who supports his worship, seems, from the patch upon his
forehead, to have been in a recent affray; but what use he can have for
a lantern, it is not easy to divine, unless he is conducting his charge
to some place where there is neither moonlight nor illumination.

The Salisbury flying coach oversetting and broken, by passing through
the bonfire, is said to be an intended burlesque upon a right honourable
peer, who was accustomed to drive his own carriage over hedges, ditches,
and rivers; and has been sometimes known to drive three or four of his
maid servants into a deep water, and there leave them in the coach to
shift for themselves.

The butcher, and little fellow, who are assisting the terrified
passengers, are possibly free and accepted masons. One of them seems to
have a mop in his hand;--the pail is out of sight.

To crown the joys of the populace, a man with a pipe in his mouth is
filling a capacious hogshead with British Burgundy.

The joint operation of shaving and bleeding, performed by a drunken
'prentice on a greasy oilman, does not seen a very natural exhibition on
a rejoicing night.

The poor wretches under the barber's bench display a prospect of penury
and wretchedness, which it is to be hoped is not so common now, as it
was then.

In the distance is a cart laden with furniture, which some unfortunate
tenant is removing out of the reach of his landlord's execution.

There is humour in the barber's sign and inscription; "Shaving,
bleeding, and teeth drawn with a touch. ECCE SIGNUM!"

By the oaken boughs on the sign, and the oak leaves in the free-masons'
hats, it seems that this rejoicing night is the twenty-ninth of May, the
anniversary of our second Charles's restoration; that happy day when,
according to our old ballad, "The king enjoyed his own again." This
might be one reason for the artist choosing a scene contiguous to the
beautiful equestrian statue of Charles the First.

In the distance we see a house on fire; an accident very likely to
happen on such a night as this.

On this spot once stood the cross erected by Edward the First, as a
memorial of affection for his beloved queen Eleanor, whose remains were
here rested on their way to the place of sepulture. It was formed from a
design by Cavalini, and destroyed by the religious fury of the
Reformers. In its place, in the year 1678, was erected the animated
equestrian statue which now remains. It was cast in brass, in the year
1633, by Le Soeur; I think by order of that munificent encourager of
the arts, Thomas Howard, Earl of Arundel. The parliament ordered it to
be sold, and broken to pieces; but John River, the brazier who purchased
it, having more taste than his employers, seeing, with the prophetic eye
of good sense, that the powers which were would not remain rulers very
long, dug a hole in his garden in Holborn, and buried it unmutilated. To
prove his obedience to their order, he produced to his masters several
pieces of brass, which he told them were parts of the statue. M. de
Archenholtz adds further, that the brazier, with the true spirit of
trade, cast a great number of handles for knives and forks, and offered
them for sale, as composed of the brass which had formed the statue.
They were eagerly sought for, and purchased,--by the loyalists from
affection to their murdered monarch,--by the other party, as trophies of
triumph.

The original pictures of Morning and Noon were sold to the Duke of
Ancaster for fifty-seven guineas; Evening and Night to Sir William
Heathcote, for sixty-four guineas.

[Illustration: NIGHT.]



SIGISMONDA

    ----------------Let the picture rust,
    Perhaps Time's price-enhancing dust,--
    As statues moulder into earth,
    When I'm no more, may mark its worth;
    And future connoisseurs may rise,
    Honest as ours, and full as wise,
    To puff the piece, and painter too,
    And make me then what Guido's now.

    HOGARTH'S EPISTLE.


A competition with either Guido, or Furino, would to any modern painter
be an enterprise of danger: to Hogarth it was more peculiarly so, from
the public justly conceiving that the representation of elevated
distress was not his _forte_, and his being surrounded by an host of
foes, who either dreaded satire, or envied genius. The connoisseurs,
considering the challenge as too insolent to be forgiven, before his
picture appeared, determined to decry it. The painters rejoiced in his
attempting what was likely to end in disgrace; and to satisfy those who
had formed their ideas of Sigismonda upon the inspired page of Dryden,
was no easy task.

The bard has consecrated the character, and his heroine glitters with a
brightness that cannot be transferred to the canvass. Mr. Walpole's
description, though equally radiant, is too various, for the utmost
powers of the pencil.

Hogarth's Sigismonda, as this gentleman poetically expresses it, "has
none of the sober grief, no dignity of suppressed anguish, no
involuntary tear, no settled meditation on the fate she meant to meet,
no amorous warmth turned holy by despair; in short, all is wanting that
should have been there, all is there that such a story would have
banished from a mind capable of conceiving such complicated woe; woe so
sternly felt, and yet so tenderly." This glowing picture presents to the
mind a being whose contending passions may be felt, but were not
delineated even by Corregio. Had his tints been aided by the grace and
greatness of Raphael, they must have failed.

The author of the Mysterious Mother sought for sublimity, where the
artist strictly copied nature, which was invariably his archetype, but
which the painter, who soars into fancy's fairy regions, must in a
degree desert. Considered with this reference, though the picture has
faults, Mr. Walpole's satire is surely too severe. It is built upon a
comparison with works painted in a language of which Hogarth knew not
the idiom,--trying him before a tribunal, whose authority he did not
acknowledge, and from the picture having been in many respects altered
after the critic saw it, some of the remarks become unfair. To the
frequency of these alterations we may attribute many of the errors: the
man who has not confidence in his own knowledge of the leading
principles on which his work ought to be built, will not render it
perfect by following the advice of his friends. Though Messrs. Wilkes
and Churchill dragged his heroine to the altar of politics, and mangled
her with a barbarity that can hardly be paralleled, except in the
history of her husband,--the artist retained his partiality; which seems
to have increased in exact proportion to their abuse. The picture being
thus contemplated through the medium of party prejudice, we cannot
wonder that all its imperfections were exaggerated. The painted harlot
of Babylon had not more opprobrious epithets from the first race of
reformers than the painted Sigismonda of Hogarth from the last race of
patriots.

When a favourite child is chastised by his preceptor, a partial mother
redoubles her caresses. Hogarth, estimating this picture by the labour
he had bestowed upon it, was certain that the public were prejudiced,
and requested, if his wife survived him, she would not sell it for less
than five hundred pounds. Mrs. Hogarth acted in conformity to his
wishes, but after her death the painting was purchased by Messrs.
Boydell, and exhibited in the Shakspeare Gallery. The colouring, though
not brilliant, is harmonious and natural: the attitude, drawing, etc.
may be generally conceived by the print. I am much inclined to think,
that if some of those who have been most severe in their censures, had
consulted their own feelings, instead of depending upon connoisseurs,
poor Sigismonda would have been in higher estimation. It has been said
that the first sketch was made from Mrs. Hogarth, at the time she was
weeping over the corse of her mother.

Hogarth once intended to have appealed from the critics' fiat to the
world's opinion, and employed Mr. Basire to make an engraving, which was
begun, but set aside for some other work, and never completed.

[Illustration: SIGISMONDA, WITH THE HEART OF HER HUSBAND.]



MARTIN FOLKES, ESQ.


Martin Folkes was a mathematician and antiquary of much celebrity in the
philosophical annals of this country. He was at the early age of
twenty-four admitted a member of the Royal Society, where he was greatly
distinguished. Two years afterwards he was chosen one of the council,
and was named by Sir Isaac Newton himself as vice president: he was
afterwards elected president, and held this high office till a short
time before his death, when he resigned it on account of ill-health. In
the Philosophical Transactions are numerous memoirs of this learned man:
his knowledge in coins, ancient and modern, was very extensive: and the
last work he produced was concerning the English Silver Coin from the
Conquest to his own time. He was president of the Society of Antiquaries
at the time of his death, which happened on the 28th of June, 1754, at
the age of sixty-four. A few days before his death he was struck with a
fit of the palsy, and never spoke after this attack.

[Illustration: PORTRAIT OF MARTIN FOLKES, ESQ.]



THE COCKPIT.


The scene is probably laid at Newmarket, and in this motley group of
peers,--pick-pockets,--butchers,--jockies,--rat-catchers,--gentlemen,
--gamblers of every denomination, Lord Albemarle Bertie, being the
principal figure, is entitled to precedence. In the March to Finchley,
we see him an attendant at a boxing match; and here he is president of a
most respectable society assembled at a cockpit. What rendered his
lordship's passion for amusements of this nature very singular, was his
being totally blind. In this place he is beset by seven steady friends,
five of whom at the same instant offer to bet with him on the event of
the battle. One of them, a lineal descendant of Filch, taking advantage
of his blindness and negligence, endeavours to convey a bank note,
deposited in our dignified gambler's hat, to his own pocket. Of this
ungentlemanlike attempt his lordship is apprised by a ragged post-boy,
and an honest butcher: but he is so much engaged in the pronunciation of
those important words, Done! Done! Done! Done! and the arrangement of
his bets, that he cannot attend to their hints; and it seems more than
probable that the stock will be transferred, and the note negociated in
a few seconds.

A very curious group surround the old nobleman, who is adorned with a
riband, a star, and a pair of spectacles. The whole weight of an
overgrown carpenter being laid upon his shoulder, forces our illustrious
personage upon a man beneath; who being thus driven downward, falls upon
a fourth, and the fourth, by the accumulated pressure of this ponderous
trio, composed of the upper and lower house, loses his balance, and
tumbling against the edge of the partition, his head is broke, and his
wig, shook from the seat of reason, falls into the cockpit.

A man adjoining enters into the spirit of the battle,--his whole soul is
engaged. From his distorted countenance, and clasped hands, we see that
he feels every stroke given to his favourite bird in his heart's
core,--ay, in his heart of hearts! A person at the old peer's left hand
is likely to be a loser. Ill-humour, vexation, and disappointment are
painted in his countenance. The chimney-sweeper above, is the very
quintessence of affectation. He has all the airs and graces of a
boarding-school miss. The sanctified quaker adjoining, and the fellow
beneath, who, by the way, is a very similar figure to Captain Stab, in
the Rake's Progress, are finely contrasted.

A French marquis on the other side, astonished at this being called
amusement, is exclaiming Sauvages! Sauvages! Sauvages!--Engrossed by the
scene, and opening his snuff-box rather carelessly, its contents fall
into the eyes of a man below, who, sneezing and swearing alternately,
imprecates bitter curses on this devil's dust, that extorts from his
inflamed eyes, "A sea of melting pearls, which some call tears."

Adjoining is an old cripple, with a trumpet at his ear, and in this
trumpet a person in a bag-wig roars in a manner that cannot much gratify
the auricular nerves of his companions; but as for the object to whom
the voice is directed, he seems totally insensible to sounds, and if
judgment can be formed from appearances, might very composedly stand
close to the clock of St. Paul's Cathedral, when it was striking twelve.

The figure with a cock peeping out of a bag, is said to be intended for
Jackson, a jockey; the gravity of this experienced veteran, and the cool
sedateness of a man registering the wagers, are well opposed by the
grinning woman behind, and the heated impetuosity of a fellow, stripped
to his shirt, throwing his coin upon the cockpit, and offering to back
Ginger against Pye for a guinea.

On the lower side, where there is only one tier of figures, a sort of an
apothecary, and a jockey, are stretching out their arms, and striking
together the handles of their whips, in token of a bet. An hiccuping
votary of Bacchus, displaying a half-emptied purse, is not likely to
possess it long, for an adroit professor of legerdemain has taken aim
with a hooked stick, and by one slight jerk, will convey it to his own
pocket. The profession of a gentleman in a round wig is determined by a
gibbet chalked upon his coat. An enraged barber, who lifts up his stick
in the corner, has probably been refused payment of a wager, by the man
at whom he is striking.

A cloud-capt philosopher at the top of the print, coolly smoking his
pipe, unmoved by this crash of matter, and wreck of property, must not
be overlooked: neither should his dog be neglected; for the dog, gravely
resting his fore paws upon the partition, and contemplating the company,
seems more interested in the event of the battle than his master.

Like the tremendous Gog, and terrific Magog, of Guildhall, stand the two
cock-feeders; a foot of each of these consequential purveyors is seen at
the two extremities of the pit.

As to the birds, whose attractive powers have drawn this admiring throng
together, they deserved earlier notice:

    Each hero burns to conquer or to die,
    What mighty hearts in little bosoms lie!

Having disposed of the substances, let us now attend to the shadow on
the cockpit, and this it seems is the reflection of a man drawn up to
the ceiling in a basket, and there suspended, as a punishment for having
betted more money than he can pay. Though suspended, he is not
reclaimed; though exposed, not abashed; for in this degrading situation
he offers to stake his watch against money, in another wager on his
favourite champion.

The decorations of this curious theatre are, a portrait of Nan Rawlins,
and the King's arms.

In the margin at the bottom of the print is an oval, with a fighting
cock, inscribed ROYAL SPORT.

Of the characteristic distinctions in this heterogeneous assembly, it is
not easy to speak with sufficient praise. The chimney-sweeper's absurd
affectation sets the similar airs of the Frenchman in a most ridiculous
point of view. The old fellow with a trumpet at his ear, has a degree of
deafness that I never before saw delineated; he might have lived in the
same apartment with Xantippe, or slept comfortably in Alexander the
copper-smith's first floor. As to the nobleman in the centre, in the
language of the turf, he is a mere pigeon; and the peer, with a star and
garter, in the language of Cambridge, we must class as--a mere quiz. The
man sneezing,--you absolutely hear; and the fellow stealing a bank
note,--has all the outward and visible marks of a perfect and
accomplished pick-pocket; Mercury himself could not do that business in
a more masterly style.

Tyers tells us that "Pope, while living with his father at Chiswick,
before he went to Binfield, took great delight in cock-fighting, and
laid out all his school-boy money, and little perhaps it was, in buying
fighting cocks." Lord Orrery observes, "If we may judge of Mr. Pope from
his works, his chief aim was to be esteemed a man of virtue." When
actions can be clearly ascertained, it is not necessary to seek the
mind's construction in the writings: and we must regret being compelled
to believe that some of Mr. Pope's actions, at the same time that they
prove him to be querulous and petulant, lead us to suspect that he was
also envious, malignant, and cruel. How far this will tend to confirm
the assertion, that when a boy, he was an amateur of this royal sport, I
do, says Mr. Ireland, not pretend to decide: but were a child, in whom I
had any interest, cursed with such a propensity, my first object would
be to correct it: if that were impracticable, and he retained a fondness
for the cockpit, and the still more detestable amusement of Shrove
Tuesday, I should hardly dare to flatter myself that he could become a
merciful man.--The subject has carried me farther than I intended: I
will, however, take the freedom of proposing one query to the
consideration of the clergy,--Might it not have a tendency to check that
barbarous spirit, which has more frequently its source in an early
acquired habit, arising from the prevalence of example, than in natural
depravity, if every divine in Great Britain were to preach at least one
sermon every twelve months, on our universal insensibility to the
sufferings of the brute creation?

    Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods,
    Draw near them then in being merciful;
    Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

[Illustration: THE COCK PIT.]



CAPTAIN THOMAS CORAM.


Captain Coram was born in the year 1668, bred to the sea, and passed the
first part of his life as master of a vessel trading to the colonies.
While he resided in the vicinity of Rotherhithe, his avocations obliging
him to go early into the city and return late, he frequently saw
deserted infants exposed to the inclemencies of the seasons, and through
the indigence or cruelty of their parents left to casual relief, or
untimely death. This naturally excited his compassion, and led him to
project the establishment of an hospital for the reception of exposed
and deserted young children; in which humane design he laboured more
than seventeen years, and at last, by his unwearied application,
obtained the royal charter, bearing date the 17th of October, 1739, for
its incorporation.

He was highly instrumental in promoting another good design, viz. the
procuring a bounty upon naval stores imported from the colonies to
Georgia and Nova Scotia. But the charitable plan which he lived to make
some progress in, though not to complete, was a scheme for uniting the
Indians in North America more closely with the British Government, by an
establishment for the education of Indian girls. Indeed he spent a great
part of his life in serving the public, and with so total a disregard to
his private interest, that in his old age he was himself supported by a
pension of somewhat more than a hundred pounds a year, raised for him at
the solicitation of Sir Sampson Gideon and Dr. Brocklesby, by the
voluntary subscriptions of public-spirited persons, at the head of whom
was the Prince of Wales. On application being made to this venerable and
good old man, to know whether a subscription being opened for his
benefit would not offend him, he gave this noble answer: "I have not
wasted the little wealth of which I was formerly possessed in
self-indulgence or vain expenses, and am not ashamed to confess, that in
this my old age I am poor."

This singularly humane, persevering, and memorable man died at his
lodgings near Leicester-square, March 29, 1751, and was interred,
pursuant to his own desire, in the vault under the chapel of the
Foundling Hospital, where an historic epitaph records his virtues, as
Hogarth's portrait has preserved his honest countenance.

"The portrait which I painted with most pleasure," says Hogarth, "and in
which I particularly wished to excel, was that of Captain Coram for the
Foundling Hospital; and if I am so wretched an artist as my enemies
assert, it is somewhat strange that this, which was one of the first I
painted the size of life, should stand the test of twenty years'
competition, and be generally thought the best portrait in the place,
notwithstanding the first painters in the kingdom exerted all their
talents to vie with it.

"For the portrait of Mr. Garrick in Richard III. I was paid two hundred
pounds, (which was more than any English artist ever received for a
single portrait,) and that too by the sanction of several painters who
had been previously consulted about the price, which was not given
without mature consideration.

"Notwithstanding all this, the current remark was, that portraits were
not my province; and I was tempted to abandon the only lucrative branch
of my art, for the practice brought the whole nest of phyzmongers on my
back, where they buzzed like so many hornets. All these people have
their friends, whom they incessantly teach to call my women harlots, my
Essay on Beauty borrowed, and my composition and engraving contemptible.

"This so much disgusted me, that I sometimes declared I would never
paint another portrait, and frequently refused when applied to; for I
found by mortifying experience, that whoever would succeed in this
branch, must adopt the mode recommended in one of Gay's fables, and make
divinities of all who sit to him. Whether or not this childish
affectation will ever be done away is a doubtful question; none of those
who have attempted to reform it have yet succeeded; nor, unless portrait
painters in general become more honest, and their customers less vain,
is there much reason to expect they ever will."

Though thus in a state of warfare with his brother artists, he was
occasionally gratified by the praise of men whose judgment was
universally acknowledged, and whose sanction became a higher honour,
from its being neither lightly nor indiscriminately given.

[Illustration: CAPTAIN THOMAS CORAM.]



THE COUNTRY INN YARD; OR, THE STAGE COACH.

      The poet's adage, ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE,
    Has stood the test of each revolving age;
    Another simile perhaps will bear,
    'Tis a STAGE COACH, where all must pay the fare;
    Where each his entrance and his exit makes,
    And o'er life's rugged road his journey takes.
      Some unprotected must their tour perform,
    And bide the pelting of the pitiless storm;
    While others, free from elemental jars,
    By fortune favour'd and propitious stars,
    Secure from storms, enjoy their little hour,
    Despise the whirlwind, and defy the shower.
      Such is our life--in sunshine or in shade,
    From evil shelter'd, or by woe assay'd:
    Whether we sit, like Niobe, all tears,
    Or calmly sink into the vale of years;
    With houseless, naked Edgar sleep on straw,
    Or keep, like Cæsar, subject worlds in awe--
    To the same port our devious journeys tend,
    Where airy hopes and sickening sorrows end;
    Sunk every eye, and languid every breast,
    Each wearied pilgrim sighs and sinks to rest.

    E.


Among the writers of English novels, Henry Fielding holds the first
rank; he was the novelist of nature, and has described some scenes which
bear a strong resemblance to that which is here delineated. The artist,
like the author, has taken truth for his guide, and given such
characters as are familiar to all our minds. The scene is a country inn
yard, at the time passengers are getting into a stage-coach, and an
election procession passing in the back-ground. Nothing can be better
described; we become of the party. The vulgar roar of our landlady is no
less apparent than the grave, insinuating, imposing countenance of mine
host. Boniface solemnly protests that a bill he is presenting to an old
gentleman in a laced hat is extremely moderate. This does not satisfy
the paymaster, whose countenance shows that he considers it as a
palpable fraud, though the act against bribery, which he carries in his
pocket, designates him to be of a profession not very liable to suffer
imposition. They are in general less sinned against than sinning. An
ancient lady, getting into the coach, is from her breadth a very
inconvenient companion in such a vehicle; but to atone for her
rotundity, an old maid of a spare appearance, and in a most grotesque
habit, is advancing towards the steps.

A portly gentleman, with a sword and cane in one hand, is deaf to the
entreaties of a poor little deformed postilion, who solicits his
customary fee. The old woman smoking her short pipe in the basket, pays
very little attention to what is passing around her: cheered by the
fumes of her tube, she lets the vanities of the world go their own way.
Two passengers on the roof of the coach afford a good specimen of French
and English manners. Ben Block, of the Centurion, surveys the subject of
La Grande Monarque with ineffable contempt.

In the window are a very curious pair; one of them blowing a
French-horn, and the other endeavouring, but without effect, to smoke
away a little sickness, which he feels from the fumes of his last
night's punch. Beneath them is a traveller taking a tender farewell of
the chambermaid, who is not to be moved by the clangour of the great bar
bell, or the more thundering sound of her mistress's voice.

The back-ground is crowded with a procession of active citizens; they
have chaired a figure with a horn-book, a bib, and a rattle, intended to
represent Child, Lord Castlemain, afterwards Lord Tylney, who, in a
violent contest for the county of Essex, opposed Sir Robert Abdy and Mr.
Bramston. The horn-book, bib, and rattle are evidently displayed as
punningly allusive to his name.[4]

Some pains have been taken to discover in what part of Essex this scene
is laid; but from the many alterations made by rebuilding, removal, &c.
it has not been positively ascertained, though it is probably
Chelmsford.

[Illustration: COUNTRY INN YARD.]

FOOTNOTE:

[4] At this election a man was placed on a bulk, with a figure
representing a child in his arms: as he whipped it he exclaimed, "What,
you little child, must you be a member?" This election being disputed,
it appeared from the register-book of the parish where Lord Castlemain
was born, that he was but twenty years of age when he offered himself a
candidate.



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.


As our future welfare depends, in a great measure, on our own conduct in
the outset of life, and as we derive our best expectations of success
from our own attention and exertion, it may, with propriety, be
asserted, that the good or ill-fortune of mankind is chiefly
attributable to their own early diligence or sloth; either of which
becomes, through habit in the early part of life, both familiar and
natural. This Mr. Hogarth has made appear in the following history of
the two Apprentices, by representing a series of such scenes as
naturally result from a course of Industry or Idleness, and which he has
illustrated with such texts of scripture as teach us their analogy with
holy writ. Now, as example is far more convincing and persuasive than
precept, these prints are, undoubtedly, an excellent lesson to such
young men as are brought up to business, by laying before them the
inevitable destruction that awaits the slothful, and the reward that
generally attends the diligent, both appropriately exemplified in the
conduct of these two fellow-'prentices; where the one, by taking good
courses, and pursuing those purposes for which he was put apprentice,
becomes a valuable man, and an ornament to his country; the other, by
giving way to idleness, naturally falls into poverty, and ends fatally,
as shown in the last of these instructive prints.

In the chamber of the city of London, where apprentices are bound and
enrolled, the twelve prints of this series are introduced, and, with
great propriety, ornament the room.



PLATE I.

THE FELLOW-'PRENTICES AT THEIR LOOMS.

    "The drunkard shall come to poverty, and drowsiness shall clothe a
    man with rags."

    Proverbs, chap. xxiii. verse 21.

    "The hand of the diligent maketh rich."--Proverbs, chap. x. verse 4.


The first print presents us with a noble and striking contrast in two
apprentices at the looms of their master, a silk-weaver of Spitalfields:
in the one we observe a serene and open countenance, the distinguishing
mark of innocence; and in the other a sullen, down-cast look, the index
of a corrupt mind and vicious heart. The industrious youth is diligently
employed at his work, and his thoughts taken up with the business he is
upon. His book, called the "'Prentice's Guide," supposed to be given him
for instruction, lies open beside him, as if perused with care and
attention. The employment of the day seems his constant study; and the
interest of his master his continual regard. We are given to understand,
also, by the ballads of the London 'Prentice, Whittingham the Mayor, &c.
that hang behind him, that he lays out his pence on things that may
improve his mind, and enlighten his understanding. On the contrary, his
fellow-'prentice, with worn-out coat and uncombed hair, overpowered with
beer, indicated by the half-gallon pot before him, is fallen asleep; and
from the shuttle becoming the plaything of the wanton kitten, we learn
how he slumbers on, inattentive alike to his own and his master's
interest. The ballad of Moll Flanders, on the wall behind him, shows
that the bent of his mind is towards that which is bad; and his book of
instructions lying torn and defaced upon the ground, manifests how
regardless he is of any thing tending to his future welfare.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 1.

THE FELLOW 'PRENTICES AT THEIR LOOMS.]



PLATE II.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE PERFORMING THE DUTY OF A CHRISTIAN.

    "O how I love thy law; it is my meditation all the day."--Psalm
    cxix. verse 97.


This plate displays our industrious young man attending divine service
in the same pew with his master's daughter, where he shows every mark of
decent and devout attention.

Mr. Hogarth's strong bias to burlesque was not to be checked by time or
place. It is not easy to imagine any thing more whimsically grotesque
than the female Falstaff. A fellow near her, emulating the deep-toned
organ, and the man beneath, who, though asleep, joins his sonorous tones
in melodious chorus with the admirers of those two pre-eminent poets,
Hopkins and Sternhold. The pew-opener is a very prominent and principal
figure; two old women adjoining Miss West's seat are so much in shadow,
that we are apt to overlook them: they are, however, all three making
the dome ring with their exertions.

    Ah! had it been king David's fate
    To hear them sing----

The preacher, reader, and clerk, with many of the small figures in the
gallery and beneath, are truly ludicrous, and we regret their being on
so reduced a scale, that they are scarce perceptible to the naked eye.
It was necessary that the artist should exhibit a crowded congregation;
but it must be acknowledged he has neglected the rules of perspective.
The print wants depth. In the countenance of Miss West and her lover
there is a resemblance. Their faces have not much expression; but this
is atoned for by a natural and pleasing simplicity. Character was not
necessary.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 2.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE PERFORMING THE DUTY OF A CHRISTIAN.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE III.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE AT PLAY IN THE CHURCH-YARD DURING DIVINE SERVICE.

    "Judgments are prepared for scorners, and stripes for the back of
    fools."

    Proverbs, chap. xix. verse 29.


As a contrast to the preceding plate, of the industrious young man
performing the duties of a Christian, is this, representing the idle
'prentice at play in the church-yard during divine service. As an
observance of religion is allowed to be the foundation of virtue, so a
neglect of religious duties has ever been acknowledged the forerunner of
every wickedness; the confession of malefactors at the place of
execution being a melancholy confirmation of this truth. Here we see
him, while others are intent on the holy service, transgressing the laws
both of God and man, gambling on a tomb-stone with the off-scouring of
the people, the meanest of the human species, shoe-blacks,
chimney-sweepers, &c. for none but such would deign to be his
companions. Their amusement seems to be the favourite old English game
of hustle-cap, and our idle and unprincipled youth is endeavouring to
cheat, by concealing some of the half-pence under the broad brim of his
hat. This is perceived by the shoe-black, and warmly resented by the
fellow with the black patch over his eye, who loudly insists on the
hat's being fairly removed. The eager anxiety which marks these mean
gamblers, is equal to that of two peers playing for an estate. The
latter could not have more solicitude for the turn of a die which was to
determine who was the proprietor of ten thousand acres, than is
displayed in the countenance of young Idle. Indeed, so callous is his
heart, so wilfully blind is he to every thing tending to his future
welfare, that the tombs, those standing monuments of mortality, cannot
move him: even the new-dug grave, the sculls and bones, those lively and
awakening monitors, cannot rouse him from his sinful lethargy, open his
eyes, or pierce his heart with the least reflection; so hardened is he
with vice, and so intent on the pursuit of his evil course. The hand of
the boy, employed upon his head, and that of the shoe-black, in his
bosom, are expressive of filth and vermin; and show that our hero is
within a step of being overspread with the beggarly contagion. His
obstinate continuance in his course, until awakened by the blows of the
watchful beadle, point out to us, that "stripes are prepared for the
backs of fools;" that disgrace and infamy are the natural attendants of
the slothful and the scorner; and that there are but little hopes of his
alteration, until he is overtaken in his iniquity, by the avenging hand
of Omnipotence, and feels with horror and amazement, the unexpected and
inevitable approach of death. Thus do the obstinate and incorrigible
shut their ears against the alarming calls of Providence, and sin away
even the possibility of salvation.

The figures in this print are admirably grouped, and the countenances of
the gamblers and beadle strikingly characteristic.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 3.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE AT PLAY IN THE CHURCH YARD.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE IV.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE A FAVOURITE AND INTRUSTED BY HIS MASTER.

    "Well done, thou good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful
    over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things."
    Matthew, chap. xxv. verse 21.


The industrious apprentice, by a discreet and steady conduct, attracts
the notice of his master, and becomes a favourite: accordingly, we
behold him here (exquisitely continued from the first and second prints)
in the counting-house (with a distant view of the looms, and of the
quilsters, winding quills for the shuttles, from whence he was removed)
entrusted with the books, receiving and giving orders, (the general
reward of honesty, care, and diligence,) as appears from the delivery of
some stuffs by a city porter, from Blackwell-hall. By the keys in one
hand and the bag in the other, we are shown that he has behaved himself
with so much prudence and discretion, and given such proofs of fidelity,
as to become the keeper of untold gold: the greatest mark of confidence
he could be favoured with. The integrity of his heart is visible in his
face. The modesty and tranquillity of his countenance tell us, that
though the great trust reposed in him is an addition to his happiness,
yet, that he discharges his duty with such becoming diffidence and care,
as not to betray any of that pride which attends so great a promotion.
The familiar position of his master, leaning on his shoulder, is a
further proof of his esteem, declaring that he dwells, as it were, in
his bosom, and possesses the utmost share of his affection;
circumstances that must sweeten even a state of servitude, and make a
pleasant and lasting impression on the mind. The head-piece to the
London Almanack, representing Industry taking Time by the fore-lock, is
not the least of the beauties in this plate, as it intimates the danger
of delay, and advises us to make the best use of time, whilst we have it
in our power; nor will the position of the gloves, on the flap of the
escritoire, be unobserved by a curious examiner, being expressive of
that union that subsists between an indulgent master and an industrious
apprentice.

The strong-beer nose and pimpled face of the porter, though they have no
connexion with the moral of the piece, are a fine caricatura, and show
that our author let slip no opportunity of ridiculing the vices and
follies of the age, and particularly here, in laying before us the
strange infatuation of this class of people, who, because a good deal of
labour requires some extraordinary refreshment, will even drink to the
deprivation of their reason, and the destruction of their health. The
surly mastiff, keeping close to his master, and quarrelling with the
house-cat for admittance, though introduced to fill up the piece,
represents the faithfulness of these animals in general, and is no mean
emblem of the honesty and fidelity of the porter.


In this print, neither the cat, dog, nor the porter are well drawn, nor
is much regard paid to perspective; but the general design is carried on
by such easy and natural gradations, and the consequent success of an
attentive conduct displayed in colours so plain and perspicuous, that
these little errors in execution will readily be overlooked.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 4.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE A FAVOURITE, AND ENTRUSTED BY HIS MASTER.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE V.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE TURNED AWAY AND SENT TO SEA.

    "A foolish son is the heaviness of his mother." Proverbs, chap. x.
    verse 1.


Corrupted by sloth and contaminated by evil company, the idle
apprentice, having tired the patience of his master, is sent to sea, in
the hope that the being removed from the vices of the town, and the
influence of his wicked companions, joined with the hardships and perils
of a seafaring life, might effect that reformation of which his friends
despaired while he continued on shore. See him then in the ship's boat,
accompanied by his afflicted mother, making towards the vessel in which
he is to embark. The disposition of the different figures in the boat,
and the expression of their countenances, tell us plainly, that his evil
pursuits and incorrigible wickedness are the subjects of their
discourse. The waterman significantly directs his attention to a figure
on a gibbet, as emblematical of his future fate, should he not turn from
the evil of his ways; and the boy shows him a cat-o'-nine-tails,
expressive of the discipline that awaits him on board of ship; these
admonitions, however, he notices only by the application of his fingers
to his forehead, in the form of horns, jestingly telling them to look at
Cuckold's Point, which they have just passed; he then throws his
indentures into the water with an air of contempt, that proves how
little he is affected by his present condition, and how little he
regards the persuasions and tears of a fond mother, whose heart seems
ready to burst with grief at the fate of her darling son, and perhaps
her only stay; for her dress seems to intimate that she is a widow. Well
then might Solomon say, that "a foolish son is the heaviness of his
mother;" for we here behold her who had often rejoiced in the prospect
of her child being a prop to her in the decline of life, lamenting his
depravity, and anticipating with horror the termination of his evil
course. One would naturally imagine, from the common course of things,
that this scene would have awakened his reflection, and been the means
of softening the ruggedness of his disposition,--that some tender ideas
would have crossed his mind and melted the obduracy of his heart; but he
continues hardened and callous to every admonition.

The group of figures composing this print has been copied by the
ingenious Lavater; with whose appropriate remarks we conclude our
present description. "Observe," says this great analyst of the human
countenance, "in the annexed group, that unnatural wretch, with the
infernal visage, insulting his supplicating mother; the predominant
character on the three other villain-faces, though all disfigured by
effrontery, is cunning and ironical malignity. Every face is a seal with
this truth engraved on it: 'Nothing makes a man so ugly as vice; nothing
renders the countenance so hideous as villainy.'"

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 5.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE TURNED AWAY AND SENT TO SEA.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE VI.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE OUT OF HIS TIME, AND MARRIED TO HIS MASTER'S
DAUGHTER.

    "The virtuous woman is a crown to her husband." Proverbs, chap.
    xiii. verse 4.


The reward of industry is success. Our prudent and attentive youth is
now become partner with his master, and married to his daughter. The
sign, by which this circumstance is intimated, was at first inscribed
GOODCHILD and WEST. Some of Mr. Hogarth's city friends informing him
that it was usual for the senior partner's name to precede, it was
altered.

To show that plenty reigns in this mansion, a servant distributes the
remains of the table to a poor woman, and the bridegroom pays one of the
drummers, who, according to ancient custom, attend with their thundering
gratulations the day after a wedding. A performer on the bass viol, and
a herd of butchers armed with marrow-bones and cleavers, form an English
concert. (Madame Pompadour, in her remarks on the English taste for
music, says, they are invariably fond of every thing that is full in the
mouth.) A cripple with the ballad of Jesse, or the Happy Pair,
represents a man known by the name of Philip in the Tub, who had visited
Ireland and the United Provinces; and, in the memory of some persons now
living, was a general attendant at weddings. From those votaries of
Hymen who were honoured with his epithalamiums, he received a small
reward. To show that Messrs. West and Goodchild's habitation is near the
monument, the base of that stately column appears in the back-ground.
The inscription which until lately graced this structure, used to remind
every reader of Pope's lines,

    Where London's column, pointing to the skies,
    Like a tall bully, rears its head, and lies, &c.

The duke of Buckingham's epigram on this magnificent pillar is not so
generally known:

    Here stand I,
    The Lord knows why;
    But if I fall--
    Have at ye all!

A footman and butcher, at the opposite corner, compared with the other
figures, are gigantic; they might serve for the Gog and Magog of
Guildhall.

It has been said that the thoughts in this print are trite, and the
actions mean, which must be in part acknowledged, but they are natural,
and appropriate to the rank and situation of the parties, and to the
fashions of the time at which it was published.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 6.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE OUT OF HIS TIME & MARRIED TO HIS MASTER'S
DAUGHTER.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE VII.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE RETURNED FROM SEA, AND IN A GARRET WITH A COMMON
PROSTITUTE.

    "The sound of a shaken leaf shall chase him." Leviticus, chap. xxvi.
    verse 26.


The idle apprentice, as appears by this print, is advancing with rapid
strides towards his fate. We are to suppose him returned from sea after
a long voyage; and to have met with such correction abroad for his
obstinacy, during his absence from England, that though it was found
insufficient to alter his disposition, yet it determined him to pursue
some other way of life; and what he entered on is here but too evident
(from the pistols by the bed-side, and the trinkets his companion is
examining, in order to strip him of) to be that of the highway. He is
represented in a garret, with a common prostitute, the partaker of his
infamy, awaking, after a night spent in robbery and plunder, from one of
those broken slumbers which are ever the consequences of a life of
dishonesty and debauchery. Though the designs of Providence are visible
in every thing, yet they are never more conspicuous than in this,--that
whatever these unhappy wretches possess by wicked and illegal means,
they seldom comfortably enjoy. In this scene we have one of the finest
pictures imaginable of the horrors of a guilty conscience. Though the
door is fastened in the strongest manner with a lock and two bolts, and
with the addition of some planks from the flooring, so as to make his
retreat as secure as possible; though he has attempted to drive away
thought by the powerful effects of spirituous liquors, plain from the
glass and bottle upon the floor, still he is not able to brave out his
guilt, or steel his breast against reflection. Behold him roused by the
accidental circumstance of a cat's coming down the chimney, and the
falling of a few bricks, which he believes to be the noise of his
pursuers! Observe his starting up in bed, and all the tortures of his
mind imprinted in his face! He first stiffens into stone, then all his
nerves and muscles relax, a cold sweat seizes him, his hair stands on
end, his teeth chatter, and dismay and horror stalk before his eyes. How
different is the countenance of his wretched bed-fellow! in whom
unconcern and indifference to every thing but the plunder are plainly
apparent. She is looking at an ear-ring, which, with two watches, an
etwee, and a couple of rings, are spread upon the bed, as part of last
night's plunder. The phials on the mantel-piece show that sickness and
disease are ever attendant on prostitution; and the beggarly appearance
of the room, its wretched furniture, the hole by way of window, (by the
light of which she is examining her valuable acquisition, and against
which she had hung her old hoop-petticoat in order to keep out the
cold,) and the rat's running across the floor, are just and sufficient
indications that misery and want are the constant companions of a guilty
life.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 7.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE RETURNED FROM SEA, AND IN THE A GARRET WITH A
PROSTITUTE.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE VIII.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE GROWN RICH, AND SHERIFF OF LONDON.

    'With all thy gettings get understanding. Exalt her and she shall
    promote thee; she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace
    her.' Proverbs, chap. iv. verse 7, 8.


From industry become opulent, from integrity and punctuality
respectable, our young merchant is now sheriff of London, and dining
with the different companies in Guildhall. A group on the left side are
admirably characteristic; their whole souls seem absorbed in the
pleasures of the table. A divine, true to his cloth, swallows his soup
with the highest _goût_. Not less gratified is the gentleman palating a
glass of wine. The man in a black wig is a positive representative of
famine; and the portly and oily citizen, with a napkin tucked in his
button-hole, has evidently burnt his mouth by extreme eagerness.

The backs of those in the distance, behung with bags, major perukes,
pinners, &c. are most laughably ludicrous. Every person present is so
attentive to business, that one may fairly conclude they live to eat,
rather than eat to live.

But though this must be admitted to be the case with this party, the
following instance of city temperance proves that there are some
exceptions. When the Lord Mayor, Sheriffs, Aldermen, Chamberlain, &c. of
the city of London were once seated round the table at a public and
splendid dinner at Guildhall, Mr. Chamberlain Wilkes lisped out, "Mr.
Alderman B----, shall I help you to a plate of turtle, or a slice of the
haunch,--I am within reach of both, sir?" "Neither one nor t'other, I
thank you, Sir," replied the Alderman, "I think I shall dine on the
beans and bacon which are at this end of the table." "Mr. Alderman
A----," continued the Chamberlain, "which would you choose, sir?" "Sir,
I will not trouble you for either, for I believe I shall follow the
example of my brother B----, and dine on beans and bacon," was the
reply. On this second refusal the old Chamberlain rose from his seat,
and, with every mark of astonishment in his countenance, curled up the
corners of his mouth, cast his eyes round the table, and in a voice as
loud and articulate as he was able, called "Silence!" which being
obtained, he thus addressed the pretorian magistrate, who sat in the
Chair: "My Lord Mayor, the wicked have accused us of intemperance, and
branded us with the imputation of gluttony; that they may be put to open
shame, and their profane tongues be from this day utterly silenced, I
humbly move, that your Lordship command the proper officer to record in
our annals, that two Aldermen of the city of London prefer beans and
bacon to either turtle soup or venison."

Notwithstanding all this, there are men, who, looking on the dark side,
and perhaps rendered splenetic, and soured by not being invited to these
sumptuous entertainments, have affected to fear, that their frequent
repetition would have a tendency to produce a famine, or at least to
check the increase, if not extirpate the species, of those birds,
beasts, and fish, with which the tables of the rich are now so
plentifully supplied. But these half reasoners do not take into their
calculation the number of gentlemen so laudably associated for
encouraging cattle being fed so fat that there is no lean left; or that
more ancient association, sanctioned and supported by severe acts of
parliament, for the preservation of the game. From the exertions of
these and similar societies, we may reasonably hope there is no occasion
to dread any such calamity taking place; though the Guildhall tables
often groaning under such hecatombs as are recorded in the following
account, may make a man of weak nerves and strong digestion, shake his
head, and shudder a little. "On the 29th October, 1727, when George II.
and Queen Caroline honoured the city with their presence at Guildhall,
there were 19 tables, covered with 1075 dishes. The whole expense of
this entertainment to the city was 4889_l._ 4_s._"

To return to the print;--a self-sufficient and consequential beadle,
reading the direction of a letter to Francis Goodchild, Esq. Sheriff of
London, has all the insolence of office. The important and overbearing
air of this dignified personage is well contrasted by the humble
simplicity of the straight-haired messenger behind the bar. The gallery
is well furnished with musicians busily employed in their vocation.

    Music hath charms to sooth the savage breast,
    And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.

Besides a portrait of William the Third, and a judge, the hall is
ornamented with a full length of that illustrious hero Sir William
Walworth, in commemoration of whose valour the weapon with which he slew
Wat Tyler was introduced into the city arms.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 8.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE GROWN RICH, AND SHERIFF OF LONDON.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE IX.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE BETRAYED BY A PROSTITUTE, AND TAKEN IN A NIGHT CELLAR
WITH HIS ACCOMPLICE.

    "The adulteress will hunt for precious life." Proverbs, chap. vi.
    verse 26.


From the picture of the reward of diligence, we return to take a further
view of the progress of sloth and infamy; by following the idle
'prentice a step nearer to the approach of his unhappy end. We see him
in the third plate herding with the worst of the human species, the very
dregs of the people; one of his companions, at that time, being a
one-eyed wretch, who seemed hackneyed in the ways of vice. To break this
vile connexion he was sent to sea; but, no sooner did he return, than
his wicked disposition took its natural course, and every day he lived
served only to habituate him to acts of greater criminality. He
presently discovered his old acquaintance, who, no doubt, rejoiced to
find him so ripe for mischief: with this worthless, abandoned fellow, he
enters into engagements of the worst kind, even those of robbery and
murder. Thus blindly will men sometimes run headlong to their own
destruction.

About the time when these plates were first published, which was in the
year 1747, there was a noted house in Chick Lane, Smithfield, that went
by the name of the Blood-Bowl House, so called from the numerous scenes
of blood that were almost daily carried on there; it being a receptacle
for prostitutes and thieves; where every species of delinquency was
practised; and where, indeed, there seldom passed a month without the
commission of some act of murder. To this subterraneous abode of
iniquity (it being a cellar) was our hero soon introduced; where he is
now represented in company with his accomplice, and others of the same
stamp, having just committed a most horrid act of barbarity, (that of
killing a passer-by, and conveying him into a place under ground,
contrived for this purpose,) dividing among them the ill-gotten booty,
which consists of two watches, a snuff-box, and some other trinkets. In
the midst of this wickedness, he is betrayed by his strumpet (a proof of
the treachery of such wretches) into the hands of the high constable and
his attendants, who had, with better success than heretofore, traced him
to this wretched haunt. The back-ground of this print serves rather as a
representation of night-cellars in general, those infamous receptacles
for the dissolute and abandoned of both sexes, than a further
illustration of our artist's chief design; however, as it was Mr.
Hogarth's intention, in the history before us, to encourage virtue and
expose vice, by placing the one in an amiable light, and exhibiting the
other in its most heightened scenes of wickedness and impiety, in hopes
of deterring the half-depraved youth of this metropolis, from even the
possibility of the commission of such actions, by frightening them from
these abodes of wretchedness; as this was manifestly his intention, it
cannot be deemed a deviation from the subject. By the skirmish behind,
the woman without a nose, the scattered cards upon the floor, &c. we are
shown that drunkenness and riot, disease, prostitution, and ruin are the
dreadful attendants of sloth, and the general fore-runners of crimes of
the deepest die; and by the halter suspended from the ceiling, over the
head of the sleeper, we are to learn two things--the indifference of
mankind, even in a state of danger, and the insecurity of guilt in every
situation.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 9.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE BETRAYED BY A PROSTITUTE.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE X.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE ALDERMAN OF LONDON; THE IDLE ONE BROUGHT
BEFORE HIM, AND IMPEACHED BY HIS ACCOMPLICE.

    "Thou shalt do no unrighteousness in judgment." Leviticus, chap.
    xix. verse 15.

    "The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands." Psalms, chap.
    ix. verse 16.


Imagine now this depraved and atrocious youth hand-cuffed, and dragged
from his wicked haunt, through the streets to a place of security,
amidst the scorn and contempt of a jeering populace; and thence brought
before the sitting magistrate, (who, to heighten the scene and support
the contrast, is supposed to be his fellow-'prentice, now chosen an
alderman,) in order to be dealt with according to law. See him then at
last having run his course of iniquity, fallen into the hands of
justice, being betrayed by his accomplice; a further proof of the
perfidy of man, when even partners in vice are unfaithful to each other.
This is the only print among the set, excepting the first, where the two
principal characters are introduced; in which Mr. Hogarth has shown his
great abilities, as well in description, as in a particular attention to
the uniformity and connexion of the whole. He is now at the bar, with
all the marks of guilt imprinted on his face. How, if his fear will
permit him to reflect, must he think on the happiness and exaltation of
his fellow-'prentice on the one hand, and of his own misery and
degradation on the other! at one instant, he condemns the persuasions of
his wicked companions; at another, his own idleness and obstinacy:
however, deeply smitten with his crime, he sues the magistrate, upon his
knees, for mercy, and pleads in his cause the former acquaintance that
subsisted between them, when they both dwelt beneath the same roof, and
served the same common master: but here was no room for lenity, murder
was his crime, and death must be his punishment; the proofs are
incontestable, and his mittimus is ordered, which the clerk is drawing
out. Let us next turn our thoughts upon the alderman, in whose breast a
struggle between mercy and justice is beautifully displayed. Who can
behold the magistrate, here, without praising the man? How fine is the
painter's thoughts of reclining the head on one hand, while the other is
extended to express the pity and shame he feels that human nature should
be so depraved! It is not the golden chain or scarlet robe that
constitutes the character, but the feelings of the heart. To show us
that application for favour, by the ignorant, is often idly made to the
servants of justice, who take upon themselves on that account a certain
state and consequence, not inferior to magistracy, the mother of our
delinquent is represented in the greatest distress, as making interest
with the corpulent self-swoln constable, who with an unfeeling concern
seems to say, "Make yourself easy, for he must be hanged;" and to
convince us that bribery will even find its way into courts of
judicature, here is a woman feeing the swearing clerk, who has stuck his
pen behind his ear that his hands might be both at liberty; and how much
more his attention is engaged to the money he is taking, than to the
administration of the oath, may be known from the ignorant, treacherous
witness being suffered to lay his left hand upon the book; strongly
expressive of the sacrifice, even of sacred things, to the inordinate
thirst of gain.

From Newgate (the prison to which he was committed; where, during his
continuance he lay chained in a dismal cell, deprived of the
cheerfulness of light, fed upon bread and water, and left without a bed
to rest on) the prisoner was removed to the bar of judgment, and
condemned to die by the laws of his country.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 10.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE ALDERMAN OF LONDON. THE IDLE ONE IMPEACHED
BEFORE HIM BY HIS ACCOMPLICE.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE XI.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE EXECUTED AT TYBURN.

    "When fear cometh as desolation, and their destruction cometh as a
    whirlwind; when distress cometh upon them, then shall they call upon
    God, but he will not answer." Proverbs, chapter i. verse 7, 8.


Thus, after a life of sloth, wretchedness, and vice, does our delinquent
terminate his career. Behold him, on the dreadful morn of execution,
drawn in a cart (attended by the sheriff's officers on horseback, with
his coffin behind him) through the public streets to Tyburn, there to
receive the just reward of his crimes,--a shameful ignominious death.
The ghastly appearance of his face, and the horror painted on his
countenance, plainly show the dreadful situation of his mind; which we
must imagine to be agitated with shame, remorse, confusion, and terror.
The careless position of the Ordinary at the coach window is intended to
show how inattentive those appointed to that office are of their duty,
leaving it to others, which is excellently expressed by the itinerant
preacher in the cart, instructing from a book of Wesley's. Mr. Hogarth
has in this print, digressing from the history and moral of the piece,
taken an opportunity of giving us a humorous representation of an
execution, or a Tyburn Fair: such days being made holidays, produce
scenes of the greatest riot, disorder, and uproar; being generally
attended by hardened wretches, who go there, not so much to reflect upon
their own vices, as to commit those crimes which must in time inevitably
bring them to the same shameful end. In confirmation of this, see how
earnestly one boy watches the motions of the man selling his cakes,
while he is picking his pocket; and another waiting to receive the
booty! We have here interspersed before us a deal of low humour, but
such as is common on occasions like this. In one place we observe an old
bawd turning up her eyes and drinking a glass of gin, the very picture
of hypocrisy; and a man indecently helping up a girl into the same cart;
in another, a soldier sunk up to his knees in a bog, and two boys
laughing at him, are well imagined. Here we see one almost squeezed to
death among the horses; there, another trampled on by the mob. In one
part is a girl tearing the face of a boy for oversetting her barrow; in
another, a woman beating a fellow for throwing down her child. Here we
see a man flinging a dog among the crowd by the tail; there a woman
crying the dying speech of Thomas Idle, printed the day before his
execution; and many other things too minute to be pointed out: two,
however, we must not omit taking notice of, one of which is the letting
off a pigeon, bred at the gaol, fly from the gallery, which hastes
directly home; an old custom, to give an early notice to the keeper and
others, of the turning off or death of the criminal; and that of the
executioner smoking his pipe at the top of the gallows, whose position
of indifference betrays an unconcern that nothing can reconcile with the
shocking spectacle, but that of use having rendered his wretched office
familiar to him; whilst it declares a truth, which every character in
this plate seems to confirm, that a sad and distressful object loses its
power of affecting by being frequently seen.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 11.

THE IDLE 'PRENTICE EXECUTED AT TYBURN.]



INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE XII.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE LORD MAYOR OF LONDON.

    "Length of days is in her right hand, and in her left hand riches
    and honour." Proverbs, chap. iii. ver. 16.


Having seen the ignominious end of the idle apprentice, nothing remains
but to represent the completion of the other's happiness; who is now
exalted to the highest honour, that of Lord Mayor of London; the
greatest reward that ancient and noble city can bestow on diligence and
integrity. Our artist has here, as in the last plate, given a loose to
his humour, in representing more of the low part of the Lord Mayor's
show than the magnificent; yet the honour done the city, by the presence
of the Prince and Princess of Wales, is not forgotten. The variety of
comic characters in this print serves to show what generally passes on
such public processions as these, when the people collect to gratify
their childish curiosity, and indulge their wanton disposition, or
natural love of riot. The front of this plate exhibits the oversetting
of a board, on which some girls had stood, and represents them sprawling
upon the ground; on the left, at the back of the scaffold, is a fellow
saluting a fair nymph, and another enjoying the joke: near him is a
blind man straggled in among the crowd, and joining in the general
halloo: before him is a militia-man, so completely intoxicated as not to
know what he is doing; a figure of infinite humour. Though Mr. Hogarth
has here marked out two or three particular things, yet his chief
intention was to ridicule the city militia, which was at this period
composed of undisciplined men, of all ages, sizes, and height; some fat,
some lean, some tall, some short, some crooked, some lame, and in
general so unused to muskets, that they knew not how to carry them. One,
we observe, is firing his piece and turning his head another way, at
whom the man above is laughing, and at which the child is frightened.
The boy on the right, crying, "A full and true account of the ghost of
Thomas Idle," which is supposed to have appeared to the Mayor,
preserves the connexion of the whole work. The most obtrusive figure in
his Lordship's coach is Mr. Swordbearer, in a cap like a reversed
saucepan, which this great officer wears on these grand occasions. The
company of journeymen butchers, with their marrow-bones and cleavers,
appear to be the most active, and are by far the most noisy of any who
grace this solemnity. Numberless spectators, upon every house and at
every window, dart their desiring eyes on the procession; so great
indeed was the interest taken by the good citizens of London in these
civic processions that, formerly, it was usual in a London lease to
insert a clause, giving a right to the landlord and his friends to stand
in the balcony, during the time of "the shows or pastimes, upon the day
commonly called the Lord Mayor's Day."

Thus have we seen, by a series of events, the prosperity of the one and
the downfall of the other; the riches and honour that crown the head of
industry, and the ignominy and destruction that await the slothful.
After this it would be unnecessary to say which is the most eligible
path to tread. Lay the roads but open to the view, and the traveller
will take the right of course; give but the boy this history to peruse,
and his future welfare is almost certain.

[Illustration: INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS.

PLATE 12.

THE INDUSTRIOUS 'PRENTICE LORD MAYOR OF LONDON.]



SOUTHWARK FAIR.


The subject of the plate under consideration is that of the Borough
Fair; a fair held some time since in the Borough of Southwark, though
now suppressed. This fair was attended, generally, by the inhabitants of
town and country, and, therefore, was one that afforded great variety;
especially as, before its suppression, it was devoted to every thing
loose and irregular. A view of the scene, of which the following print
is a faithful representation, will affirm this truth.

The principal view upon the left represents the fall of a scaffold, on
which was assembled a strolling company, pointed out, by the paper
lantern hanging in front, to be that belonging to Cibber and Bullock,
ready dressed to exhibit "The Fall of Bajazet." Here we see
merry-andrews, monkeys, queens and emperors, sinking in one general
confusion; and, that the crash may appear the greater, the stand beneath
is humorously supposed to consist of earthenware and china.
Notwithstanding this fatal overthrow, few below are seen to notice it;
witness the boys and woman gambling at the box and dice, the upright
monkey, and the little bag-piper dancing his wooden figures. Above this
scaffold hangs a painting, the subject of which is the stage mutiny;
whose figures are as follow:--On one side is Pistol, (strutting and
crying out, "Pistol's alive,") Falstaff, Justice Shallow, and many other
characters of Shakspeare. On the other, the manager bearing in his hand
a paper, on which is written, "it cost 6000_l._" a scene-painter, who
has laid his brushes aside, and taken up a cudgel; and a woman holding
an ensign, bearing the words, "We'll starve 'em out." In the corner is a
man, quiet and snug, hugging a bag of money, laughing at the folly of
the rest; and behind, a monkey, perched upon a sign iron, supposed to be
that of the Rose Tavern in Drury-lane, squeaking out, "I am a
gentleman." These paintings are in general designed to show what is
exhibited within; but this alludes to a dispute that arose at the time
when this print was published, which was in the year 1733, between the
players and the patentee of Drury-lane Theatre, when young Cibber, the
son of the Laureate, was at the head of the faction. Above, on one
side, is an equilibrist swinging on a slack rope; and on the other, a
man flying from the tower to the ground, by means of a groove fastened
to his breast, slipping over a line strained from one place to the
other. At the back of this plate is Lee and Harper's great booth, where,
by the picture of the wooden horse, we are told, is represented "The
Siege of Troy." The next paintings consist of the fall of Adam and Eve,
and a scene in Punch's opera. Beneath is a mountebank, exalted on a
stage, eating fire to attract the public attention; while his
merry-andrew behind is distributing his medicines. Further back is a
shift and hat, carried upon poles, designed as prizes for the best
runner or wrestler. In front is a group of strollers parading the fair,
in order to collect an audience for their next exhibition; in which is a
female drummer, at that time well known, and remarked for her beauty,
which we observe has caught the eye of two countrymen, the one old, the
other young. Behind these men is a buskined hero, beset by a Marshalsea
Court officer and his follower. To the right is a Savoyard exhibiting
her farthing show; and behind, a player at back sword riding a blind
horse round the fair triumphantly, in all the boast of self-important
heroism, affecting terror in his countenance, glorying in his scars, and
challenging the world to open combat: a folly for which the English were
remarkable. To this man a fellow is directing the attention of a country
gentleman, while he robs him of his handkerchief. Next him is an artful
villain decoying a couple of unthinking country girls to their ruin.
Further back is a man kissing a wench in the crowd; and above, a juggler
performing some dexterity of hand. Indeed it would be tedious to enter
into an enumeration of the various matter of this plate; it is
sufficient to remark that it presents us with an endless collection of
spirited and laughable characters, in which is strikingly portrayed the
character of the times.

[Illustration: SOUTHWARK FAIR.]



GARRICK IN THE CHARACTER OF RICHARD III.

    Give me another horse,--bind up my wounds,--
    Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft; I did but dream.--
    O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!--
    The lights burn blue!--is it not dead midnight?
    Cold, fearful drops hang on my trembling flesh.--


Such is the exclamation of Richard, and such is the disposition of his
mind at the moment of this delineation. The lamp, diffusing a dim
religious light through the tent, the crucifix placed at his head, the
crown, and unsheathed sword at his hand, and the armour lying on the
ground, are judicious and appropriate accompaniments. Those who are
acquainted with this prince's history, need not be told that he was
naturally bold, courageous, and enterprising; that when business called
him to the field, he shook off every degree of indulgence, and applied
his mind to the management of his affairs. This may account for his
being stripped no otherwise than of his armour, having retired to his
tent in order to repose himself upon his bed, and lessen the fatigues of
the preceding day. See him then hastily rising, at dead of night, in the
utmost horror from his own thoughts, being terrified in his sleep by the
dreadful phantoms of an affrighted imagination, seizing on his sword, by
way of defence against the foe his disordered fancy presents to him. So
great is his agitation, that every nerve and muscle is in action, and
even the ring is forced from his finger. When the heart is affected, how
great is its influence on the human frame!--it communicates its
sensibility to the extreme parts of the body, from the centre to the
circumference; as distant water is put in motion by circles, spreading
from the place of its disturbance. The paper on the floor containing
these words,

    Jockey of Norfolk, be not so bold,
    For Dicken thy master is bought and is sold,

brought him by the Duke of Norfolk, saying he found it in his tent, and
lying here unattended to, as a mark of contempt, plainly informs us that
however a man may attempt to steel himself against the arrows of
conscience, still they will find a way to his breast, and shake the
sinner even in his greatest security. And indeed we cannot wonder, when
we reflect on the many murders he was guilty of, deserving the severest
punishment; for Providence has wisely ordained that sin should be its
own tormentor, otherwise, in many cases, the offender would, in this
life, escape unpunished, and the design of heaven be frustrated. But
Richard, though he reached a throne, and by that means was exempt from
the sufferings of the subject, yet could not divest himself of his
nature, but was forced to give way to the workings of the heart, and
bear the tortures of a distracted mind. The expression in his face is a
master-piece of execution, and was a great compliment paid by Mr.
Hogarth to his friend Garrick; yet not unmerited, as all that have seen
him in the part must acknowledge the greatness of the actor. The figures
in the distance, two of whom,

    Like sacrifices by their fires of watch,
    With patience sit, and inly ruminate
    The morning's danger,

are properly introduced, and highly descriptive.

The tents of Richmond are so near

    That the fix'd sentinels almost receive
    The secret whispers of each other's watch.

Considered as a whole, the composition is simple, striking, and
original, and the figures well drawn. The whole moral tenour of the
piece informs us that conscience is armed with a thousand stings, from
which royalty itself is not secure; that of all tormentors, reflection
is the worst; that crowns and sceptres are baubles, compared with
self-approbation; and that nought is productive of solid happiness, but
inward peace and serenity of mind.

[Illustration: GARRICK.

In the Character of Richard the Third.]



THE INVASION; OR, FRANCE AND ENGLAND.


In the two following designs, Mr. Hogarth has displayed that partiality
for his own country and contempt for France, which formed a strong trait
in his character. He neither forgot nor forgave the insults he suffered
at Calais, though he did not recollect that this treatment originated in
his own ill humour, which threw a sombre shade over every object that
presented itself. Having early imbibed the vulgar prejudice that one
Englishman was a match for four Frenchmen, he thought it would be doing
his country a service to prove the position. How far it is either useful
or politic to depreciate the power, or degrade the character of that
people with whom we are to contend, is a question which does not come
within the plan of this work. In some cases it may create confidence,
but in others lead to the indulgence of that negligent security by which
armies have been slaughtered, provinces depopulated, and kingdoms
changed their rulers.



PLATE I.

FRANCE.

    With lantern jaws and croaking gut,
    See how the half-star'd Frenchmen strut,
      And call us English dogs:
    But soon we'll teach these bragging foes
    That beef and beer give heavier blows
      Than soup and roasted frogs.

    The priests, inflam'd with righteous hopes,
    Prepare their axes, wheels, and ropes,
      To bend the stiff-neck'd sinner;
    But should they sink in coming over,
    Old Nick may fish 'twixt France and Dover,
      And catch a glorious dinner.


The scenes of all Mr. Hogarth's prints, except The Gate of Calais, and
that now under consideration, are laid in England. In this, having
quitted his own country, he seems to think himself out of the reach of
the critics, and, in delineating a Frenchman, at liberty to depart from
nature, and sport in the fairy regions of caricature. Were these Gallic
soldiers naked, each of them would appear like a forked radish, with a
head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: so forlorn! that to any
thick sight he would be invisible. To see this miserable woe-begone
refuse of the army, who look like a group detached from the main body
and put on the sick list, embarking to conquer a neighbouring kingdom,
is ridiculous enough, and at the time of publication must have had great
effect. The artist seemed sensible that it was necessary to account for
the unsubstantial appearance of these shadows of men, and has hinted at
their want of solid food, in the bare bones of beef hung up in the
window, the inscription on the alehouse sign, "_Soup maigre au Sabot
Royal_," and the spider-like officer roasting four frogs which he has
impaled upon his sword. Such light and airy diet is whimsically opposed
by the motto on the standard, which two of the most valorous of this
ghastly troop are hailing with grim delight and loud exultation. It is,
indeed, an attractive motto, and well calculated to inspire this
famishing company with courage:--"_Vengeance, avec la bonne Bière, et
bon boeuf d'Angleterre._" However meagre the military, the church
militant is in no danger of starving. The portly friar is neither
emaciated by fasting nor weakened by penance. Anticipating the glory of
extirpating heresy, he is feeling the sharp edge of an axe, to be
employed in the decollation of the enemies to the true faith. A sledge
is laden with whips, wheels, ropes, chains, gibbets, and other
inquisitorial engines of torture, which are admirably calculated for the
propagation of a religion that was established in meekness and mercy,
and inculcates universal charity and forbearance. On the same sledge is
an image of St. Anthony, accompanied by his pig, and the plan of a
monastery to be built at Black Friars.

In the back-ground are a troop of soldiers so averse to this English
expedition, that their serjeant is obliged to goad them forward with his
halberd. To intimate that agriculture suffers by the invasion having
engaged the masculine inhabitants, two women, ploughing a sterile
promontory in the distance, complete this catalogue of wretchedness,
misery, and famine.

[Illustration: FRANCE.]



THE INVASION.

PLATE II.

ENGLAND.

    See John the Soldier, Jack the Tar,
    With sword and pistol arm'd for war,
      Should Mounseer dare come here;
    The hungry slaves have smelt our food,
    They long to taste our flesh and blood,
      Old England's beef and beer.

    Britons to arms! and let 'em come,
    Be you but Britons still, strike home,
      And, lion-like, attack 'em,
    No power can stand the deadly stroke
    That's given from hands and hearts of oak,
      With Liberty to back 'em.


From the unpropitious regions of France our scene changes to the fertile
fields of England.

    England! bound in with the triumphant sea,
    Whose rocky shores beat back the envious siege
    Of wat'ry Neptune.

Instead of the forlorn and famished party who were represented in the
last plate, we here see a company of well-fed and high-spirited Britons,
marked with all the hardihood of ancient times, and eager to defend
their country.

In the first group a young peasant, who aspires to a niche in the temple
of Fame, preferring the service of Mars to that of Ceres, and the
dignified appellation of soldier to the plebeian name of farmer, offers
to enlist. Standing with his back against the halberd to ascertain his
height, and, finding he is rather under the mark, he endeavours to reach
it by rising on tiptoe. This artifice, to which he is impelled by
towering ambition, the serjeant seems disposed to connive at--and the
serjeant is a hero, and a great man in his way; "your hero always must
be tall, you know."

To evince that the polite arts were then in a flourishing state, and
cultivated by more than the immediate professors, a gentleman artist,
who to common eyes must pass for a grenadier, is making a caricature of
_le grand monarque_, with a label from his mouth worthy the speaker and
worthy observation, "You take a my fine ships; you be de pirate; you be
de teef: me send my grand armies, and hang you all." The action is
suited to the word, for with his left hand this most Christian potentate
grasps his sword, and in his right poises a gibbet. The figure and motto
united produce a roar of approbation from the soldier and sailor, who
are criticising the work. It is so natural that the Helen and Briseis of
the camp contemplate the performance with apparent delight, and, while
one of them with her apron measures the breadth of this herculean
painter's shoulders, the other, to show that the performance has some
point, places her forefinger against the prongs of a fork. The little
fifer, playing that animated and inspiring tune, "God save the King," is
an old acquaintance: we recollect him in the March to Finchley. In the
back-ground is a serjeant, teaching a company of young recruits their
manual exercise.

This military meeting is held at the sign of the Gallant Duke of
Cumberland, who is mounted upon a prancing charger,

    As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
    To turn and wield a fiery Pegasus,
    And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Underneath is inscribed "Roast and Boiled every day," which, with the
beef and beverage upon the table, forms a fine contrast to the _soup
maigre_, bare bones, and roasted frogs, in the last print. The bottle
painted on the wall, foaming with liquor, which, impatient of
imprisonment, has burst its cerements, must be an irresistible
invitation to a thirsty traveller. The soldier's sword laid upon the
round of beef, and the sailor's pistol on the vessel containing the ale,
intimate that these great bulwarks of our island are as tenacious of
their beef and beer, as of their religion and liberty.

These two plates were published in 1756; but in the London Chronicle for
October 20, 1759, is the following advertisement: "This day are
republished, Two prints designed and etched by William Hogarth, one
representing the preparations on the French coast for an intended
invasion; the other, a view of the preparations making in England to
oppose the wicked designs of our enemies; proper to be stuck up in
public places, both in town and country, at this juncture."

The verses which were inserted under each print, and subjoined to this
account, are, it must be acknowledged, coarse enough. They were,
however, written by David Garrick.

[Illustration: ENGLAND.]



Transcriber's Note.


The following words were inconsistently hyphenated in the original text:

    down-cast / downcast
    footboy / foot-boy
    fore-finger / forefinger
    half-pence / halfpence

The orthography of the original text has been preserved. In particular
the following words are as they appear in the original:

    antichamber
    aukwardly
    corruscations
    corse
    Govent
    Martin Fowkes
    negociated
    pannel
    plaistering
    pourtrayed
    sculls
    stupifies
    tenour
    vender

The following words were inconsistently accented in the original text:

    a-la-mode / à-la-mode
    degagée / dégagée





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