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(Images generously made available by the Internet Archive.) BIOGRAPHICAL ANECDOTES OF WILLIAM HOGARTH; WITH A CATALOGUE OF HIS WORKS CHRONOLOGICALLY ARRANGED; AND OCCASIONAL REMARKS. [BY JOHN NICHOLS.] THE THIRD EDITION, ENLARGED AND CORRECTED. LONDON: PRINTED BY AND FOR JOHN NICHOLS, IN RED-LION-PASSAGE, FLEET-STREET. M DCC LXXXV. CONTENTS Page MEMORANDUM. iii ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION. v ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION. vii DETAILS OF MR. CRAYEN'S GERMAN EDITION. viii INDIVIDUALS CONSULTED BY THE AUTHOR. xv COLLECTORS OF HOGARTH. xvi CONCERNING HOGARTH'S ORIGINAL WORKS. xvii BIOGRAPHICAL ANECDOTES OF HOGARTH. 1 CATALOGUE OF HOGARTH'S PRINTS. 120 POSTSCRIPT. 455 ADDITION. 460 APPENDIX NO. 1. 461 NO. 2. 492 NO. 3. 502 GENERAL INDEX TO HOGARTH'S PLATES. 527 NEW BOOKS PUBLISHED BY J. NICHOLS. MEMORANDUM. Respect and gratitude having engaged me to compile a memoir of my deceased Master and Patron Mr. BOWYER, in the same performance I included anecdotes of all the eminent persons any way connected with him. A note of about a page's length was allotted to HOGARTH. While it was printing, Mr. WALPOLE'S Fourth Volume on the subject of English Painters came out, and was followed by an immediate rage for collecting every scrap of our Artist's designs. Persevering in my enquiries among my friends, I had now amassed so much intelligence relative to these engravings, that it could no longer be crowded into the situation originally meant for it. I was therefore advised to publish it in the form of a sixpenny pamphlet. This intended publication, however, grew up by degrees into a three-shilling book, and, within a year and a half afterwards, was swelled into almost its present bulk, at the price of six shillings. Such was the origin and progress of the following sheets, which, with many corrections, &c. have now reached a Third Edition. _J. N._ _Nov._ 10, 1785. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION. The author of these imperfect sheets cannot present them a second time to the world, before he has expressed his gratitude for the extreme candour with which they have been treated by the _Monthly Reviewers_. If _J. N._ has not availed himself of all the corrections designed for his service, it is because the able critic who proposes them has been deluded by intelligence manifestly erroneous. _J. N._ received each particular he has mentioned, in respect to the assistance bestowed on _Hogarth_ while his _Analysis_ was preparing, from Dr. _Morell_, a gentleman who on that subject could not easily mistake. Implicit confidence ought rather to be reposed in a literary coadjutor to the deceased, than in any consistory of females that ever "mumbled their wisdom over a gossip's bowl." Authors rarely acquaint domestic women with the progress of their writings, or the proportion of aid they solicit from their friends. If it were needful that Dr. _Morell_ should translate a _Greek_ passage[1] for _Hogarth_, how chanced it that our artist should want to apply what he did not previously understand? I must add, that the sentiments, published by the _Reviewer_ concerning these _Anecdotes_, bear no resemblance to the opinion circulated by the cavillers with whom he appears to have had a remote connection. The parties who furnished every circumstance on which he founds his reiterated charges of error and misinformation, are not unknown. Ever since this little work was edited, the people about Mrs. _Hogarth_ have paid their court to her by decrying it as "low, stupid, or false," without the slightest acknowledgement for the sums of money it has conducted to _The Golden Head_ in _Leicester Fields_. While the talents of the writer alone were questioned by such inadequate judges of literary merit, a defence on his part was quite unnecessary. He has waited, however, with impatience for an opportunity of making some reply to their groundless reflections on his veracity. This purpose he flatters himself will have been completely executed after he has observed that all credentials relative to his disputed assertion shall be ready (as they are at this moment) for the Reviewer's inspection. _J. N._ cannot indeed dismiss his present advertisement without observing, that though the amiable partialities of a wife may apologize for any contradiction suggested by Mrs. _Hogarth_ herself, the _English_ language is not strong enough to express the contempt he feels in regard to the accumulated censure both of her male and her female Parasites. _J. N._ _Nov._ 1, 1782. [1] Whereabouts is this translation of a _Greek_ passage to be found in the Analysis? It may have escaped my hasty researches. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION. When this pamphlet was undertaken, the Author had no thought of swelling it to it's present bulk; but communicating his design to his friends, they favoured him with various particulars of information. Some of these accommodated themselves to his original plan, if he can be supposed to have had any, but others were more intractable. Still aware of the value even of disjointed materials, which his profession would not afford him leisure to compact into a regular narrative, and conscious that these sheets, rude and imperfect as they are, may serve to promote a publication less unworthy of its subject, he dismisses his present work without any laboured apology for the errors that may be detected in it; claiming, indeed, some merit on account of intelligence, but not the least on the score of arrangement or composition. He takes the same opportunity to observe, that many curious anecdotes of extraordinary persons have been unfortunately lost, because the possessors of those fugitive particulars had not the power of communicating them in proper form, or polished language, and were unwilling to expose them in such a state as these are offered to the world. _May_ 9, 1781. The ingenious Mr. CRAYEN of _Leipzig_ having translated the First Edition of these Anecdotes, &c. into the _German_ Language, dispatched a copy of his work to _J. N._ attended by the obliging letter here subjoined: SIR, Though I have not the honour of being acquainted with you, I hope your goodness will excuse the liberty I take of sending you a _German_ translation of the _Biographical Anecdotes of Mr. Hogarth_ you published. Being convinced of the merits of your production, and its usefulness to such collectors of prints and connoisseurs in our country as don't understand the _English_ language, I undertook this translation, and flatter myself you will be pleased to accept of it as a proof of my real esteem for you. You will find, that I did not always adhere literally to the original, but made some abridgments, alterations, notes, &c. &c. But I hope you will do me the justice to consider, that I wrote for my countrymen, and therefore left out such passages, poems, anecdotes, &c. &c. as would have been entirely uninteresting to them, and have swelled the volume to no purpose. As to the typographical performance, I think you will be tolerably satisfied of it. Though the noble art of printing is of _German_ origin, your nation has improved and brought it to the highest pitch of perfection in point of neatness, elegance, and correctness. I remain, with all possible esteem, SIR, Your most obedient and most humble servant, A. CRAYEN. _Leipzig_ in _Saxony,_ the 29th _Jan._ 1783. * * * * * The following are Translations, by a Friend, from the Dedication and PREFACE to Mr. CRAYEN'S performance. * * * * * DEDICATION. To Mr. GOTTFRIED WINKLER, in _Leipzig_; HONOURED and WORTHY FRIEND, Pardon my presumption in offering you the slender fruit of a few leisure hours. Receive it with your wonted kindness, and judge of it not by the trifling value of the work, but by the intention of its Author, whose most zealous wish has long been to find an opportunity of publickly offering you, however small, a memorial of his respect and friendship. If my labour in adding a mite towards the diffusion of the knowledge of the Arts, is honoured with the approbation of so enlightened a Connoisseur, I shall feel myself completely rewarded. Receive at the same time my sincerest thanks for the obliging communication of your Copy of _Hogarth's_ prints, of which, in my translation, I have more than once availed myself. Live, honoured Sir, many days; happy in the bosom of your worthy family, in the circle of your friends, and in the enjoyment of those treasures of the Arts you have collected with such distinguished taste. Remain also a friend of Yours, &c. THE TRANSLATOR. * * * * * PREFACE. To the GERMAN READER. Collectors of the Fine Arts were already possessed of _Catalogues_ and _Memoires Raisonnées_ of the engravings of many great masters, for which their acknowledgements are due to the industry of a _Gersaint_, a _Jombert_, a _Hecquet_, a _Vertue_, a _de Winter_, &c. &c. But a similar illustration of HOGARTH'S copper-plates was still wanting; though it may be asked what works have a juster claim to a distinguished place in a compleat collection, than those of this instructive moral painter, this creative genius? On this account, it is presumed that the _German_ Lover of the Arts will deem himself indebted to the Translator, for giving him, in his own tongue, a concise and faithful version of a book that has lately made its appearance in _London_, under the title of "Biographical Anecdotes of _W. Hogarth_, and a Catalogue of his Works chronologically arranged." The Compiler as well as Editor of this work is Mr. JOHN NICHOLS, a _Printer_ and _Bookseller_ in _London_, who, by much reading, and an intimate acquaintance with the Arts and Literature of his Country, has honourably distinguished himself among his professional brethren. How modestly he himself judges of this his useful performance, appears from his preface to the work. It is true, Mr. HORACE WALPOLE, who possesses perhaps the compleatest collection of the prints of this Master, some years ago published a Catalogue of them; but this is only to be found in his work, intituled, "_Anecdotes of Painting in England collected by G. Vertue, and published by H. Walpole_," a performance consisting of four volumes in 4to, too costly for many collectors, and inconvenient for others. Moreover all that is to be found there relative to _Hogarth_, is not only included in Mr. _Nichols's_ publication, but is also improved by considerable additions, so that the curious reader has _Walpole's_ Catalogue incorporated with the present work. The liberty of abridgement, as mentioned in the title, is ventured only in regard to such diffuse illustrations, repetitions, anecdotes, and local stories, as would be alone interesting to an _Englishman_; in a word, in such parts as do not immediately contribute to the illustration of _Hogarth's_ plates, and would have tired the patience of the _German_ reader. Of the verses affixed to each copper-plate the first and last words only are given, as those afford sufficient indication for a collector who wishes to become acquainted with any particular print. How far some remarks of the Translator are useful, or otherwise, is left to the indulgent decision of Judges in the Arts. He must not however forget it is his duty to acknowledge the goodness of old Mr. HANSEN of _Leipsig_. This gentleman's readiness in permitting him to examine his excellent collection of the engravings of _British_ artists, for the purpose of comparing and illustrating several passages in the original of this work, claims his warmest thanks, and a public acknowledgement. _Leipsig, February_ 1783. THE TRANSLATOR. List of Gentlemen, Artists, &c. who furnished incidental intelligence to the Author of this Work. Mr. _Ashby_. Mr. _Basire_. Mr. _Baynes_. Mr. _Belchier_--dead. Mr. _Bindley_. Mr. _Birch_. Mr. _Bowle_. Mr. _Braithwaite_. Mr. _Browning_. Lord _Charlemont_. Mr. _Charlton_. Mr. _Cole_--dead. Mr. _Colman_. Mr. _Coxe_. Mr. _Dodsley_. Dr. _Ducarel_--dead. Mr. _Duncombe_. Mr. _Edwards_. Mr. _Forrest_--dead. Mr. _Foster_--dead. Mr _Goodison_. Mrs. _Gostling_. Mr. _Gough_. Mr. _Hall_. Sir _John Hawkins_. Mr. _Henderson_. Mrs. _Hogarth_. Dr. _Hunter_--dead. Mr. _S. Ireland_. Dr. _Johnson_--dead. Mr. _Keate_. Bishop of _Kilala_. Mr. _Lane_. Mrs. _Lewis_. Mr. _Livesay_. Dr. _Lort_. Mr. _Lyon_. Mr. _Major_. Mr. _Malone_. Dr. _Monkhouse_. Dr. _Morell_--dead. Mr. _Morrison_. Mr. _Pinkerton_. Mr. _Rayner_. Mr. _Reed_. Sir _Joshua Reynolds_. Mr. _Richards_. Mr. _Rogers_--dead. Mr. _Rumsey_. Mr. _Steevens_. Mr. _Thane_. Mr. _Thomas_. Mr. _Tyers_. Mr. _Waldron_. Mr. _Walker_. Mr. _J. C. Walker_. Mr. _Walpole_. Dr. _Warton_. Mr. _Way_. Mr. _Welch_--dead. Mr. _Whately_. Mr. _B. White_. Mr. _H. White_. Mr. _Wilkes_. Mr. _Williams_. Dr. _Wright_. COLLECTORS of HOGARTH. Mr. AYTON.[1] Mr. BEDFORD. Mr. BELLAMY. Mr. CLARE. Mr. CRICKITT. Dr. DUCAREL.[2] Lord EXETER. Mr. FOSTER.[3] Mr. GOODISON. Mr. GULSTON. Sir JOHN HAWKINS, Kt. Mr. HENDERSON.[4] Mr. IRELAND. Dr. LORT. Mr. MORRISON. Mr. ROGERS.[5] Mr. STEEVENS. Mr. WALPOLE. Mr. WINDHAM.[6] [1] His collection was cut up, and sold at _Dickinson's, New Bond Street_. [2] Died _May_ 29, 1785. His collection devolves to his Nephew and Heir, Mr. DUCAREL, lately returned from _The East Indies_. [3] Died _Oct._ 3, 1782. His improved collection sold at _Barford's_ auction rooms, late _Langford's, March_ 4, 1783, for £.105. Mr. CRICKITT was the Purchaser. [4] Mr. HENDERSON sold his collection to Sir JOHN ELLIOT for £.126 in _April_ 1785. [5] Died _January_ 2, 1784. His collection remains with his Nephew and Heir, Mr. COTTON, F. S. A. [6] The Right Hon. _William Windham_, M. P. for _Norwich_. Extract from the DAILY ADVERTISER, _January_ 27, 1783. "HOGARTH'S ORIGINAL WORKS. "As an opinion generally prevails, that the genuine impressions of _Hogarth's_ works are very bad, and the plates retouched; Mrs. _Hogarth_ is under the necessity of acquainting the public in general, and the admirers of her deceased husband's works in particular, that it has been owing to a want of proper attention in the conducting this work for some years past, that the impressions in general have not done justice to the condition of the plates; and she has requested some gentlemen most eminent in the art of engraving, to inspect the plates, who have given the following opinion: "_London, Jan._ 21, 1783. "We, whose names are underwritten, having carefully examined the copper-plates published by the late Mr. _Hogarth_, are fully convinced that they have not been retouched since his death. "FRANCIS BARTOLOZZI. WM. WOOLLET.[1] WM. WYNNE RYLAND.[2] "N. B. All[3] the original works are now properly and well printed, and to be had of Mrs. _Hogarth_, at her house at _The Golden Head_, in _Leicester-Fields_." This is one of the most extraordinary testimonials ever laid before the public. _Hogarth_ died in 1764. Since that time his plates have been injudiciously and unmercifully worked, so as to leave no means of ascertaining, through any observation or process of art, the exact period when they were last repaired. Notwithstanding this difficulty, in the year 1783, we find several engravers of eminence declaring their full conviction on the subject. All we can do is, to suppose their confidence was grounded on the veracity of Mrs. _Hogarth_. I believe the parties as to the fact; and yet it was impossible for Messieurs _B. W._ and _R._ to be adequate judges of the truth to which they have set their names as witnesses. [1] Died _May_ 23, 1785. [2] Executed _Aug._ 29, 1783. [3] By "_all_ the original works," Mrs. _Hogarth_ means only such plates as are in her possession. See page xx, where a great number of others, equally original, are found. Prints _published by_ Mr. HOGARTH: _Genuine Impressions[1] of which are to be had at_ Mrs. HOGARTH'S _House in_ Leicester Fields, 1782. Size of the plates in inches l. s. d. 16 by 14 Frontispiece 0 3 0 15½ by 12½ Harlot's Progress, six prints 1 1 0 16 by 14 Rake's Progress, eight prints 2 2 0 18 by 15 Marriage a-la-mode, six prints 1 11 6 19 by 15½ Four Times of the Day, four prints 1 1 0 16½ by 13 Before and After, two prints 0 5 0 18½ by 13½ Midnight Conversation 0 5 0 16 by 14 Distress'd Poet 0 3 0 16 by 14 Enraged Musician 0 3 0 18 by 14 _Southwark_ Fair 0 5 0 20¾ by 16½ _Garrick_ in King _Richard_ III. 0 7 6 18 by 12 _Calais_, or the Roast Beef of _Old England_ 0 5 0 20½ by 16 _Paul_ before _Felix_ 0 7 6 Ditto, Ditto, with Alterations 0 6 0 20½ by 16½ _Moses_ brought to _Pharaoh's_ Daughter 0 7 6 22 by 17 March to _Finchley_ 0 10 6 Ditto, Strolling Actresses dressing in a Barn 0 5 0 Ditto, Four Prints of an Election 2 2 0 19½ by 12 Bishop of _Winchester_ 0 3 0 14 by 10½ Idleness and Industry, 12 prints 0 12 0 14 by 9 Lord _Lovat_ 0 1 0 10½ by 8½ Sleeping Congregation 0 1 0 12 by 8½ Country-Inn Yard 0 1 0 14 by 10½ _Paul_ before _Felix, Rembrant_ 0 5 0 9 by 8 Various Characters of Heads 0 2 6 6½ by 7½ _Columbus_ breaking the Egg 0 1 0 12 by 8½ The Bench 0 1 6 15 by 13 _Beer Street_ and _Gin Lane_, two prints 0 3 0 Ditto, Four Stages of Cruelty, four prints 0 6 0 15 by 12½ Two Prints of an Invasion 0 2 0 Ditto, A Cock Match 0 3 0 9 by 8 The Five Orders of Periwigs 0 1 0 17 by 13 The Medley 0 5 0 12 by 9½ The Times 0 2 0 12¾ by 9 _Wilkes_ 0 1 0 10 by 11 Bruiser 0 1 6 9 by 7½ _Finis_ 0 2 6 _N. B._ Any person purchasing the whole together may have them delivered bound, at the Price of Thirteen Guineas; a sufficient Margin will be left for framing.--The ANALYSIS of BEAUTY, in Quarto, may also be had, with two explanatory Prints, Price 15 Shillings. [1] _Genuine_ impressions--Query, the meaning of such an epithet in this place? _Credite Posteri!_ In the years 1781, 1782, &c. the following Pieces of HOGARTH are known to have been sold at the prices annexed. Lord _Boyne_. 5 5 0 Charmers of the Age. 5 5 0 _Booth, Wilks_,&c. 5 5 0 Discovery. 3 3 0 Altar-piece. 1 11 6 _Rich's_ Glory. 4 4 0 _Beaver's_ Military Pun. 3 3 0 _Blackwell's_ Figures. 1 16 6 Boys peeping, &c. 1 1 0 _Apuleius._ 1 16 6 _Cassandra._ 1 11 6 _Beer Street_ with Variat. 1 1 0 Large _Hudibras_. 5 5 0 March to _Finchley_ Aq. F. Proof. 2 2 0 Do. finished, without letters. 5 5 0 Festoon. Rt for _Rich._ III. 1 1 0 Power of Atty. _F. Hosp._ 1 16 9 Orator _Henley_. 1 1 0 _Huggins._ 3 3 0 Witch. 3 3 0 Jacobite's Journal. 2 11 6 _Judith_ and _Holophernes_. 1 1 0 _Sarah Malcolm._ 2 2 0 Large Masquerade. 2 2 0 Small, first impression. 1 16 6 _Scots_ Opera. 0 15 0 Woman swearing, &c. 1 1 0 Lady _Byron_. 1 1 0 _Hogarth_ with Dog. 2 2 0 Do. Serjeant Painter. 2 2 0 Do. scratched over. 2 2 0 _Perseus_ and _Andromeda_. 2 2 0 First Distrest Poet. 1 1 0 Do. Enraged Musician. 1 1 0 _Motraye._ 2 2 0 Bench, first impression. 1 1 0 _Burlington Gate._ 1 1 0 _Sancho_ at Dinner. 1 1 0 First Election. 3 3 0 Fair. 1 1 0 Farmer's Return. 0 10 6 _Gulliver_. 0 10 6 _Hen._ VIII. and _A. Bullen_ 1 1 0 _Herring_, proof impression. 1 1 0 _Hogarth_, Engr, Shop Bill. 1 1 0 _Morell._ 0 10 6 _Pine._ 0 10 6 Coat of Arms, Sir _G. Page_,&c. 2 2 0 Times, first impression. 1 1 0 Master of the Vineyard. 2 2 0 _Turk's_ Head. 2 2 0 Harlot's Progress, first impression, red. 10 10 0 Marriage Alamode. 3 3 0 Rake's Progress. 6 6 0 Four Times. 2 2 0 Prentices, 1st impression. 4 4 0 Elections, 1st impression. 6 6 0 _Garrick_ in _Rich._ III. 1 1 0 Gate of _Calais_. 0 15 0 _Paul_ burlesqued. 1 1 0 Strolling Actresses. 1 12 6 Three additional Prints to _Beaver_, &c. 2 2 9 _Milward's_ Ticket. 4 4 0 Music introduced to _Apollo_. 1 11 6 _Martin Folkes_, mezzotinto 0 10 6 _Spiller's_ Ticket. 5 5 0 Two plates to _Milton_. 2 2 0 Frontispiece to _Leveridge's_ Songs. 1 12 6 Concert. St. _Mary's_ Chapel. 5 5 0 HOGARTH. This great and original Genius is said by Dr. _Burn_ to have been the descendant of a family originally from _Kirkby Thore_,[1] in _Westmoreland_: and I am assured that his grandfather was a plain yeoman, who possessed a small tenement in the vale of _Bampton_, a village about 15 miles North of _Kendal_, in that county. He 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.[2] The third, educated at _St. Bee's_, who had kept a school in the same county, and appears to have a man of some learning, went early to _London_, where he resumed his original occupation of a school-master in _Ship Court_ in _The Old Bailey_, and was occasionally employed as a corrector of the press. A _Latin_ letter, from Mr. _Richard Hogarth_, in 1697 (preserved among the MSS. in _The British Museum_, N° 4277. 50.) relates to a book which had been printed with great expedition. But the letter shall speak for itself.[3] A Dictionary in _Latin_ and _English_, which he composed for the use of schools,[4] still exists in MS. He married in _London_; and our Hero, and his sisters _Mary_ and _Anne_, are believed to have been the only product of the marriage. WILLIAM HOGARTH[5] is said (under the article THORNHILL in the _Biographia Britannica_) to have been born in 1698, in the parish of _St. Bartholomew,[6] London_, to which parish, it is added, he was afterwards a benefactor. The outset of his life, however, was unpromising. "He was bound," says Mr. _Walpole_, "to a mean engraver of arms on plate." _Hogarth_ probably chose this occupation, as it required some skill in drawing, to which his genius was particularly turned, and which he contrived assiduously to cultivate. His master, it since appears, was Mr. _Ellis Gamble_, a silversmith of eminence, who resided in _Cranbourn-street, Leicester-fields_. In this profession it is not unusual to bind apprentices to the single branch of engraving arms and cyphers on every species of metal; and in that particular department of the business young _Hogarth_ was placed;[7] "but, before his time was expired, he felt the impulse of genius, and that it directed him to painting." 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 been long, before a quarrel arose between some persons in the same room. One of the disputants struck the other on the head with a quart pot, and cut him very much. The blood running down the man's face, together with the agony of the wound, which had distorted his features into a most hideous grin, presented _Hogarth_, who shewed himself thus early "apprised of the mode Nature had intended he should pursue," with too laughable a subject to be overlooked. He drew out his pencil, and produced on the spot one of the most ludicrous figures that ever was seen. What rendered this piece the more valuable was, that it exhibited an exact likeness of the man, with the portrait of his antagonist, and the figures in caricature of the principal persons gathered round him. This anecdote was furnished by one of his fellow apprentices then present, a person of indisputable character, and who continued his intimacy with _Hogarth_ long after they both grew up into manhood. "His apprenticeship was no sooner expired," says Mr. _Walpole_, "than he entered into the academy in _St. Martin's Lane_, and studied drawing from the life, in which he never attained to great excellence. It was character, the passions, the soul, that his genius was given him to copy. In colouring he proved no greater a master: his force lay in expression, not in tints and chiaro scuro." To a man who by indefatigable industry and uncommon strength of genius has been the artificer of his own fame and fortune, it can be no reproach to have it said that at one period he was not rich. It has been asserted, and we believe with good foundation, that the skill and assiduity of _Hogarth_ were, even in his servitude, a singular assistance to his own family, and to that of his master. It happened, however, that when he was first out of his time, he certainly was poor. The ambition of indigence is ever productive of distress. So it fared with _Hogarth_, who, while he was furnishing himself with materials for subsequent perfection, felt all the contempt which penury could produce. Being one day distressed to raise so trifling a sum as twenty shillings, in order to be revenged of his landlady, who strove to compel him to payment, he drew her as ugly as possible, and in that single portrait gave marks of the dawn of superior genius.[8] This story I had once supposed to be founded on certainty; but since, on other authority, have been assured, that had such an accident ever happened to him, he would not have failed to talk of it afterwards, as he was always fond of contrasting the necessities of his youth with the affluence of his maturer age. He has been heard to say of himself, "I remember the time when I have gone moping into the city with scarce a shilling in my pocket; but as soon as I had received ten guineas there for a plate, I have returned home, put on my sword, and sallied out again, with all the confidence of a man who had ten thousand pounds in his pocket." Let me add, that my first authority may be to the full as good as my second. How long he continued in obscurity we cannot exactly learn; but the first piece in which he distinguished himself as a painter, is supposed to have been a representation of _Wanstead Assembly_.[9] In this are introduced portraits of the first earl _Tylney_, his lady, their children, tenants, &c. The faces were said to be extremely like, and the colouring is rather better than in some of his late and more highly finished performances. From the date of the earliest plate that can be ascertained to be the work of _Hogarth_, it may be presumed that he began business, on his own account, at least as early as the year 1720. His first employment seems to have been the engraving of arms and shop-bills. The next step was to design and furnish plates for booksellers; and here we are fortunately supplied with dates.[10] Thirteen folio prints, with his name to each, appeared in "_Aubry de la Motraye's_ Travels," in 1723; seven smaller prints for "_Apuleius'_ Golden Ass" in 1724; fifteen head-pieces to "_Beaver's_ Military Punishments of the Ancients," and five frontispieces for the translation of _Cassandra_, in five volumes, 12°, 1725; seventeen cuts for a duodecimo edition of _Hudibras_ (with _Butler's_ head) in 1726; two for "_Perseus_ and _Andromeda_," in 1730; two for _Milton_ [the date uncertain]; and a variety of others between 1726 and 1733. "No symptom of genius," says Mr. _Walpole_, "dawned in those plates. His _Hudibras_ was the first of his works that marked him as a man above the common; yet, what made him then noticed, now surprises us, to find so little humour in an undertaking so congenial to his talents."--It is certain that he often lamented to his friends the having parted with his property in the prints of the large _Hudibras_, without ever having had an opportunity to improve them. They were purchased by Mr. _Philip Overton_,[11] at the _Golden Buck_, near _St. Dunstan's Church_ in _Fleet-Street_; and still remain in the possession of his successor Mr. _Sayer_. Mr. _Bowles_ at the _Black Horse_ in _Cornhill_ was one of his earliest patrons. I had been told that he bought many a plate from _Hogarth_ by the weight of the copper; but am only certain that this occurrence happened in a single instance, when the elder Mr. _Bowles_ of _St. Paul's Church-yard_ offered, over a bottle, half a crown a pound for a plate just then completed. This circumstance was within the knowledge of Dr. _Ducarel_.--Our artist's next friend in that line was Mr. _Philip Overton_, who paid him a somewhat better price for his labour and ingenuity. When Mr. _Walpole_ speaks of _Hogarth's_ early performances, he observes, that they rose not above the labours of the people who are generally employed by booksellers. Lest any reader should inadvertently suppose this candid writer designed the minutest reflection on those artists to whom the decoration of modern volumes is confided, it is necessary to observe, that his account of _Hogarth_, &c. was printed off above ten years ago, before the names of _Cipriani, Angelica, Bartolozzi, Sherwin,_ and _Mortimer_ were found at the bottom of any plates designed for the ornament of poems, or dramatic pieces. "On the success, however, of those plates," Mr. _Walpole_ says, "he commenced painter, a painter of portraits; the most ill-suited employment imaginable to a man whose turn certainly was not flattery, nor his talent adapted to look on vanity without a sneer. Yet his facility in catching a likeness, and the method he chose of painting families and conversations in small, then a novelty, drew him prodigious business for some time. It did not last, either from his applying to the real bent of his disposition, or from his customers apprehending that a satirist was too formidable a confessor for the devotees of self-love." There are still many family pictures by Mr. _Hogarth_ existing, in the style of serious conversation-pieces. He was not however lucky in all his resemblances, and has sometimes failed where a crowd of other artists have succeeded. The whole-length of Mr. _Garrick_ sitting at a table, with his wife behind him taking the pen out of his hand,[12] confers no honour on the painter or the persons represented.[13] He has certainly missed the character of our late _Roscius's_ countenance while undisturbed by passion; but was more lucky in seizing his features when aggravated by terror, as in the tent scene of King _Richard_ III. It is by no means astonishing, that the elegant symmetry of Mrs. _Garrick's_ form should have evaded the efforts of one to whose ideas _la basse nature_ was more familiar than the grace inseparable from those who have been educated in higher life. His talents, therefore, could do little justice to a pupil of Lady _Burlington_. What the prices of his portraits were, I have strove in vain to discover; but suspect they were originally very low, as the people who are best acquainted with them chuse to be silent on that subject. In the Bee, vol. V. p. 552. and also in the Gentleman's Magazine, vol. IV. p. 269. are the following verses to Mr. _Hogarth_, on Miss _F's_ picture, 1734. "To _Chloe's_ picture you such likeness give, The animated canvas seems to live; The tender breasts with wanton heavings move, And the soft sparkling eyes inspire with love: While I survey each feature o'er and o'er, I turn _Idolater_, and paint adore: Fondly I here can gaze without a fear, That, _Chloe_, to my love you'd grow severe; That in your _Picture_, as in _Life_, you'd turn Your eyes away, and kill me with your scorn: No, here at least with transport I can see Your eyes with softness languishing on me. While, _Chloe_, this I boast, with scornful heart Nor rashly censure _Hogarth_, or his _art_, Who all your _Charms_ in strongest _Light_ has laid, And kindly thrown your _Pride_ and _Scorn_ in _Shade_." At _Rivenhall_, in _Essex_, the seat of Mr. _Western_, is a family picture, by _Hogarth_ of Mr. _Western_ and his mother (who was a daughter of Sir _Anthony Shirley_), Chancellor _Hoadly_, Archdeacon _Charles Plumptre_, the Rev. Mr. _Cole_ of _Milton_ near _Cambridge_, and Mr. _Henry Taylor_ the Curate there,[14] 1736. In the gallery of the late Mr. _Cole_ of _Milton_, was also a small whole-length picture of Mr. _Western_,[15] by _Hogarth_, a striking resemblance. He is drawn sitting in his Fellow-Commoner's habit, and square cap with a gold tassel, in his chamber at _Clare Hall_, over the arch towards the river; and our artist, as the chimney could not be expressed, has drawn a cat sitting near it, agreeable to his humour, to shew the situation. "When I sat to him," says Mr. _Cole_, "near fifty years ago, the custom of giving vails to servants was not discontinued. On my taking leave of our painter at the door, and his servant's opening it or the coach door, I cannot tell which, I offered him a small gratuity; but the man very politely refused it, telling me it would be as much as the loss of his place, if his master knew it. This was so uncommon, and so liberal in a man of Mr. _Hogarth's_ profession at that time of day, that it much struck me, as nothing of the sort had happened to me before." It was likewise Mr. _Hogarth's_ custom to sketch out on the spot any remarkable face which particularly struck him, and of which he wished to preserve the remembrance. A gentleman still living informs me, that being once with our painter at the _Bedford Coffee-house_, he observed him to draw something with a pencil on his nail. Enquiring what had been his employment, he was shewn the countenance (a whimsical one) of a person who was then at a small distance. It happened in the early part of _Hogarth's_ life, that a nobleman, who was uncommonly ugly and deformed, came to sit to him for his picture. It was executed with a skill that did honour to the artist's abilities; but the likeness was rigidly observed, without even the necessary attention to compliment or flattery. The peer, disgusted at this counterpart of his dear self, never once thought of paying for a reflector that would only insult him with his deformities. Some time was suffered to elapse before the artist applied for his money; but afterwards many applications were made by him (who had then no need of a banker) for payment, without success. The painter, however, at last hit upon an expedient, which he knew must alarm the nobleman's pride, and by that means answer his purpose. It was couched in 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. _H's_ necessity 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 little appendages, to Mr. _Hare_, the famous wild-beast man; Mr. _H._ having given that gentleman a conditional promise of it for an exhibition-picture, on his lordship's refusal." This intimation had the desired effect. The picture was sent home, and committed to the flames. To the other anecdotes of this comic Painter may be added the following. Its authenticity must apologize for its want of other merit. A certain old Nobleman, not remarkably generous, having sent for _Hogarth_, desired he would represent, in one of the compartments on a staircase, _Pharaoh_ and his Host drowned in the _Red Sea_; but at the same time gave our artist to understand, that no great price would be given for his performance. _Hogarth_ agreed. Soon after, he waited on his employer for payment, who seeing that the space allotted for the picture had only been daubed over with red, declared he had no idea of paying a painter when he had proceeded no further than to lay his _ground_. "_Ground!_" said _Hogarth_, "there is no _ground_ in the case, my lord. The red you perceive, is the _Red Sea. Pharaoh_ and his Host are drowned as you desired, and cannot be made objects of sight, for the ocean covers them all." Mr. _Walpole_ has remarked, that if our artist "indulged his spirit of ridicule in personalities, it never proceeded beyond sketches and drawings," and wonders "that he never, without intention, delivered the very features of any identical person." But this elegant writer, who may be said to have received his education in a Court, perhaps had few opportunities of acquaintance among the low popular characters with which _Hogarth_ occasionally peopled his scenes.[16] The Friend to whom I owe this remark was assured by an ancient gentleman of unquestionable veracity and acuteness of observation, that almost all the personages who attend the levee of the Rake were undoubted portraits; and that, in _Southwark Fair_ and the _Modern Midnight Conversation_, as many more were discoverable. In the former plate he pointed out _Essex_ the dancing-master; and in the latter, as well as in the second plate to the _Rake's Progress, Figg_ the prize-fighter.[17] He mentioned several others by name, from his immediate knowledge both of the painter's design and the characters represented; but the rest of the particulars, by which he supported his assertions, have escaped the memory of my informant. I am also assured, that while _Hogarth_ was painting the _Rake's Progress_, he had a summer residence at _Isleworth_; and never failed to question the company who came to see these pictures, if they knew for whom one or another figure was designed. When they guessed wrong, he set them right. Mr. _Walpole_ has a sketch in oil, given to him by _Hogarth_, who intended to engrave it. It was done at the time when the House of Commons appointed a committee to inquire into the cruelties exercised on prisoners in the _The Fleet_, to extort money from them. "The scene," he says, "is the committee; on the table are the instruments of torture. A prisoner in rags, half-starved, appears before them; the poor man has a good countenance, that adds to the interest. On the other hand is the inhuman gaoler. It is the very figure that _Salvator Rosa_ would have drawn for _Iago_ in the moment of detection. Villainy, fear, and conscience, are mixed in yellow and livid on his countenance; his lips are contracted by tremor, his face advances as eager to lie, his legs step back as thinking to make his escape; one hand is thrust precipitately into his bosom, the fingers of the other are catching uncertainly at his button-holes. If this was a portrait, it is the most striking that ever was drawn; if it was not, it is still finer." The portrait was that of _Bambridge_[18] the warden of _The Fleet_; and the sketch was taken in the beginning of the year 1729, when _Bambridge_ and _Huggins_ (his predecessor)[19] were under examination. Both were declared "notoriously guilty of great breaches of trust, extortions, cruelties, and other high crimes and misdemeanors;" both were sent to _Newgate_; and _Bambridge_ was disqualified by act of parliament.[20] The son[21] of _Huggins_ was possessed of a valuable painting from this sketch, and also of a scene in the _Beggar's Opera_; both of them full of real portraits. On the dispersion of his effects, the latter was purchased by the Rev. Dr. _Monkhouse_ of _Queen's College, Oxford_. It is in a gilt frame, with a bust of _Gay_ at the top. It's companion, whose present possessor I have not been able to trace out, had, in like manner, that of Sir _Francis Page_, one of the judges, remarkable for his severity;[22] with a halter round his neck. The Duke of _Leeds_ has also an original scene in the _Beggar's Opera_, painted by _Hogarth_. It is that in which _Lucy_ and _Polly_ are on their knees, before their respective fathers, to intercede for the life of the hero of the piece. All the figures are either known or supposed to be portraits. If I am not misinformed, the late Sir _Thomas Robinson_ (as well known by the name of _Long Sir Thomas_) is standing in one of the side-boxes. _Macheath_, unlike his spruce representative on our present stage, is a slouching bully; and _Polly_ appears happily disencumbered of such a hoop as the daughter of _Peachum_ within our younger memories has worn. His Grace gave 35 _l._ for this picture at Mr. _Rich's_ auction. Another copy of the same scene was bought by the late Sir _William Saunderson_; and is now in the possession of Sir _Henry Gough_. Mr. _Walpole_ has a painting of a scene in the same piece, where _Macheath_ is going to execution. In this also the likenesses of _Walker_, and Miss _Fenton_ afterwards Dutchess of _Bolton_ (the original _Macheath_ and _Polly_), are preserved. In the year 1726, when the affair of _Mary Tofts_, the rabbit-breeder of _Godalming_, engaged the public attention, a few of our principal surgeons subscribed their guinea a-piece to _Hogarth_, for an engraving from a ludicrous sketch he had made on that very popular subject. This plate, amongst other portraits, contains that of the notorious _St. André_, the anatomist to the royal household, and in high credit as a surgeon. The additional celebrity of this man arose either from fraud or ignorance, perhaps from a due mixture of both. It was supported, however, afterwards, by the reputation of a dreadful crime. His imaginary wealth, in spite of these disadvantages, to the last insured him a circle of flatterers, even though, at the age of fourscore, his conversation was offensive to modest ears, and his grey hairs were rendered still more irreverend by repeated acts of untimely lewdness.[23] A particular description of this plate will be given in the future catalogue of _Hogarth's_ works. In 1727, _Hogarth_ agreed with _Morris_, an upholsterer, to furnish him with a design on canvas, representing the element of Earth, as a pattern for tapestry. The work not being performed to the satisfaction of _Morris_, he refused to pay for it; and our artist sued him for the money. This suit (which was tried before Lord Chief Justice _Eyre_ at _Westminster, May_ 28, 1728) was determined in favour of _Hogarth_. The brief for the defendant in the cause, is preserved below.[24] In 1730, Mr. _Hogarth_ married the only daughter of Sir _James Thornhill_,[25] by whom he had no child. This union, indeed, was a stolen one, and consequently without the approbation of Sir _James_, who, considering the youth of his daughter, then barely eighteen, and the slender finances of her husband, as yet an obscure artist,[26] was not easily reconciled to the match. Soon after this period, however, he began his _Harlot's Progress_ (the coffin in the last plate is inscribed _September_ 2, 1731); and was advised by Lady _Thornhill_ to have some of the scenes in it placed in the way of his father-in-law. Accordingly, one morning early, Mrs. _Hogarth_ undertook to convey several of them into his dining-room. When he arose, he enquired from whence they came; and being told by whom they were introduced, he cried out, "Very well; the man who can furnish representations like these, can also maintain a wife without a portion." He designed this remark as an excuse for keeping his purse-strings close; but, soon after, became both reconciled and generous to the young couple. Our artist's reputation was so far established in 1731, that it drew forth a poetical compliment from Mr. _Mitchell_, in the epistle already quoted. An allegorical cieling by Sir _James Thornhill_ is at the house of the late Mr. _Huggins_, at _Headley Park, Hants_. The subject of it is the story of _Zephyrus_ and _Flora_; and the figure of a Satyr and some others were painted by _Hogarth_. In 1732 (the year in which he was one of the party who made _A Tour by land and Water_, which will be duly noticed in the Catalogue) he ventured to attack Mr. _Pope_, in a plate called "The Man of Taste;" containing a view of the Gate of _Burlington-house_; with _Pope_ whitewashing it, and bespattering the Duke of _Chandos's_ coach.[27] This plate was intended as a satire on the translator of _Homer_, Mr. _Kent_ the architect, and the Earl of _Burlington_. It was fortunate for _Hogarth_ that he escaped the lash of the former. Either _Hogarth's_ obscurity at that time was his protection, or the bard was too prudent to exasperate a painter who had already given such proof of his abilities for satire. What must _he_ have felt who could complain of the "pictured shape" prefixed to _Gulliveriana, Pope Alexander's Supremacy and Infallibility examined,_ &c. by _Ducket_, and other pieces, had our artist undertaken to express in colours a certain transaction recorded by _Cibber_? Soon after his marriage, _Hogarth_ had summer-lodgings at _South-Lambeth_; and being intimate with Mr. _Tyers_, contributed to the improvement of _The Spring Gardens_ at _Vauxhall_, by the hint of embellishing them with paintings, some of which were the suggestions of his own truly comic pencil. Among these were the "Four parts of the Day," copied by _Hayman_ from the designs of our artist. The scenes of "Evening" and "Night" are still there; and portraits of _Henry_ VIII. and _Anne Bullen_ once adorned the old great room on the right hand of the entry into the gardens. For his assistance, Mr. _Tyers_ gratefully presented him with a gold ticket of admission for himself and his friends, inscribed IN PERPETUAM BENEFICII MEMORIAM. This ticket, now in the possession of his widow, is still occasionally made use of. In 1733 his genius became conspicuously known. The third scene of his "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 shewn by one of the lords, as containing, among other excellencies, a striking likeness of Sir _John Gonson_.[28] It gave universal satisfaction; from the Treasury each lord repaired to the print-shop for a copy of it, and _Hogarth_ rose completely into fame. This anecdote was related to Mr. _Huggins_ by _Christopher Tilson_, esq. one of the four chief clerks in the Treasury, and at that period under-secretary of state. He died _August_ 25, 1742, after having enjoyed the former of these offices fifty-eight years. I should add, however, that Sir _John Gonson_ is not here introduced to be made ridiculous, but is only to be considered as the image of an active magistrate identified. The familiarity of the subject, and the propriety of it's execution, made the "Harlot's Progress" tasted by all ranks of people. Above twelve hundred names were entered in our artist's subscription-book. It was made into a pantomime by _Theophilus Cibber_; and again represented on the stage, under the title of _The Jew decoyed, or a Harlot's Progress_, in a Ballad Opera. Fan-mounts were likewise engraved, containing miniature representations of all the six plates. These were usually printed off with red ink, three compartments on one side, and three on the other.[29] The ingenious Abbé _Du Bos_ has often complained, that no history-painter of his time went through a series of actions, and thus, like an historian, painted the successive fortune of an hero, from the cradle to the grave. What _Du Bos_ wished to see done, _Hogarth_ performed. He launches out his young adventurer a simple girl upon the town, and conducts her through all the vicissitudes of wretchedness to a premature death. This was painting to the understanding and to the heart; none had ever before made the pencil subservient to the purposes of morality and instruction; a book like this is fitted to every soil and every observer, and he that runs may read. Nor was the success of _Hogarth_ confined to his persons. One of his excellencies consisted in what may be termed the furniture[30] of his pieces; for as in sublime and historical representations the fewer trivial circumstances are permitted to divide the spectator's attention from the principal figures, the greater is their force; so in scenes copied from familiar life, a proper variety of little domestic images contributes to throw a degree of verisimilitude on the whole. "The Rake's levee-room," says Mr. _Walpole_, "the nobleman's dining-room, the apartments of the husband and wife in Marriage Alamode, the Alderman's parlour, the bed-chamber, and many others, are the history of the manners of the age." It may also be observed, that _Hogarth_, both in the third and last plate of the _Harlot's Progress_, has appropriated a name to his heroine which belonged to a well-known wanton then upon the town. The _Grub-street Journal_ for _August_ 6, 1730, giving an account of several prostitutes who were taken up, informs us that "the fourth was _Kate Hackabout_ (whose brother was lately hanged at _Tyburn_), a woman noted in and about the hundreds of _Drury, &c_." In 1735 our artist lost his mother, as appears by the following extract from an old Magazine: "_June_ 11, 1735. Died Mrs. _Hogarth_, mother to the celebrated painter, of a fright from the fire which happened on the 9th, in _Cecil Court, St. Martin's Lane_, and burnt thirteen houses;[31] amongst others, one belonging to _John Huggins_, esq. late Warden of _The Fleet_, was greatly damaged." The "Rake's Progress" (published in the same year, and sold at _Hogarth's_ house, the _Golden Head_ in _Leicester Fields_), though "perhaps superior, had not," as Mr. _Walpole_ observes, "so much success, from want of novelty; nor is the print of the arrest equal in merit to the others.[32] "The curtain, however," says he, "was now drawn aside, and his genius stood displayed in its full lustre. From time to time our artist continued to give those works that would be immortal, if the nature of his art will allow it. Even the receipts for his subscriptions had wit in them. Many of his plates he engraved himself, and often expunged faces etched by his assistants, when they had not done justice to his ideas. Not content with shining in a path untrodden before, he was ambitious of distinguishing himself as a painter of history; and in 1736 presented to the hospital of _St. Bartholomew_, of which he had been appointed a governor,[33] a painting of the _Pool of Bethesda_, and another of the _Good Samaritan_. But the genius that had entered so feelingly into the calamities and crimes of familiar life, deserted him in a walk that called for dignity and grace. The burlesque turn of his mind mixed itself with the most serious subjects. In the _Pool of Bethesda_, a servant of a rich ulcerated lady beats back a poor man that sought the same celestial remedy; and in his _Danae_ [for which the Duke of _Ancaster_ paid 60 guineas] the old nurse tries a coin of the golden shower with her teeth, to see if it is true gold. Both circumstances are justly thought, but rather too ludicrous. It is a much more capital fault that _Danae_ herself is a mere nymph of _Drury_. He seems to have conceived no higher degree of beauty." Dr. _Parsons_ also, in his Lectures on Physiognomy, 410. p. 58, says, "Thus yielded _Danae_ to the Golden Shower, and thus was her passion painted by the ingenious Mr. _Hogarth_." The novelty and excellence of _Hogarth's_ performances soon tempted the needy artist and print-dealer to avail themselves of his designs,[34] and rob him of the advantages which he was entitled to derive from them. This was particularly the case with the "Midnight Conversation," the "Harlot's" and "Rake's" Progresses,[35] and the rest of his early works. To put a stop to depredations like these on the property of himself and others, and to secure the emoluments resulting from his own labours, as Mr. _Walpole_ observes, he applied to the legislature, and obtained an act of parliament, 8 _George_ II. chap. 3°, to vest an exclusive right in designers and engravers, and to restrain the multiplying of copies of their works without the consent of the artist.[36] This statute was drawn by his friend Mr. _Huggins_,[37] who took for his model the eighth of Queen _Anne_, in favour of literary property; but it was not so accurately executed as entirely to remedy the evil; for, in a cause founded on it, which came before Lord _Hardwicke_ in Chancery, that excellent Lawyer determined that no assignee, claiming under an assignment from the original inventor, could take any benefit by it. _Hogarth_, immediately after the passing the act, published a small print, with emblematical devices, and the following inscription expressing his gratitude to the three branches of the legislature: "In humble and grateful acknowledgment Of the grace and goodness of the LEGISLATURE, Manifested In the ACT of PARLIAMENT for the Encouragement Of the Arts of Designing, Engraving, &c. Obtained By the Endeavours, and almost at the sole Expence, Of the Designer of this Print in the Year 1735; By which Not only the Professors of those Arts were rescued From the Tyranny, Frauds, and Piracies Of Monopolizing Dealers, And legally entitled to the Fruits of their own Labours; But Genius and Industry were also prompted By the most noble and generous Inducements to exert themselves; Emulation was excited, Ornamental Compositions were better understood; And every Manufacture, where Fancy has any concern, Was gradually raised to a Pitch of Perfection before unknown; Insomuch, that those of GREAT-BRITAIN Are at present the most Elegant And the most in Esteem of any in EUROPE." This plate he afterwards made to serve for a receipt for subscriptions, first to a print of an "Election Entertainment;" and afterwards for three prints more, representing the "polling for members for parliament, canvassing for votes, and chairing the members." The royal crown at the top of this receipt is darting its rays on mitres, coronets, the Chancellor's great seal, the Speaker's hat, &c. &c. and on a scroll is written, "An Act for the Encouragement of the Arts of Designing, Engraving, and Etching, by vesting the Properties thereof in the Inventors and Engravers, during the Time therein mentioned." It was "Designed, etched, and published as the Act directs, by _W. Hogarth, March_ 20, 1754." After _Hogarth's_ death, the legislature, by Stat. 7 _Geo._ III. chap. 38. granted to his widow a further exclusive term of twenty years in the property of her husband's works. In 1736 he had the honour of being distinguished in a masterly poem of a congenial Humourist. The Dean of _St. Patrick's_, in his "Description of the Legion Club," after pourtraying many characters with all the severity of the most pointed satire, exclaims, "How I want thee, humorous _Hogarth!_ Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art! Were but you and I acquainted, Every monster should be painted: You should try your graving tools On this odious group of fools; Draw the beasts as I describe them; Form their features, while I gibe them; Draw them like, for I assure ye, You will need no _caricatura_. Draw them so, that we may trace All the soul in every face." An elegant compliment was soon after paid to _Hogarth_ by _Somervile_, the author of _The Chace_, who dedicates his _Hobbinol_ to him as to "the greatest master in the burlesque way." Yet _Fielding_, in the Preface to _Joseph Andrews_, says, "He who should call the ingenious _Hogarth_ a burlesque painter, would, in my opinion, do him very little honour, for sure it is much easier, much less the subject of admiration, to paint a man with a nose, or any other feature of a preposterous size, or to expose him in some absurd or monstrous attitude, than to express the affections of men on canvas. It hath been thought a vast commendation of a painter, to say his figures seem to breathe; but surely it is a much greater and nobler applause, that they appear to think."[38] _Vincent Bourne_, that classical ornament of _Westminster School_, addressed the following copy of hendecasyllables "Ad GULIELMUM HOGARTH, Παρουνετικόν [Greek: Parounetikon] "Qui mores hominum improbos, ineptos, Incidis, nec ineleganter, æri, Derisor lepidus, sed & severus, Corrector gravis, at nec invenustus; Seu pingis meretricios amores, Et scenas miseræ vicesque vitæ; Ut tentat pretio rudem puellam Corruptrix anus, impudens, obesa; Ut se vix reprimit libidinosus Scortator, veneri paratus omni: Seu describere vis, facete censor, Bacchanalia sera protrahentes Ad confinia crastinæ diei, Fractos cum cyathis tubos, matellam Non plenam modò sed superfluentem, Et fortem validumque combibonem Lætantem super amphorâ repletâ; Jucundissimus omnium ferêris, Nullique artificum secundus, ætas Quos præsens dedit, aut dabit futura. Macte ô, eja age, macte sis amicus Virtuti: vitiique quod notâris, Pergas pingere, & exhibere coràm, Censura utilior tua æquiorque Omni vel satirarum acerbitate, Omni vel rigidissimo cachinno." By printed proposals, dated _Jan_. 25, 1744-5, _Hogarth_ offered to the highest bidder "the six pictures called _The Harlot's Progress_, the eight pictures called _The Rake's Progress_, the four pictures representing _Morning, Noon, Evening,_ and _Night,_ and that of _A Company of Strolling Actresses dressing in a Barn_; all of them his own original paintings, from which no other copies than the prints have ever been taken." The biddings were to remain open from the first to the last day of _February_, on these conditions: "1. That every bidder shall have an entire leaf numbered in the book of sale, on the top of which will be entered the name and place of abode, the sum paid by him, the time when, and for which picture.--That, on the last day of sale, a clock (striking every five minutes) shall be placed in the room; and when it hath struck five minutes after twelve, the first picture mentioned in the sale-book will be deemed as sold; the second picture when the clock hath struck the next five minutes after twelve; and so on successively till the whole nineteen pictures are sold. 3. That none advance less than gold at each bidding. 4. No person to bid on the last day, except those whose names were before entered in the book.--As Mr. _Hogarth's_ room is but small, he begs the favour that no persons, except those whose names are entered in the book, will come to view his paintings on the last day of sale." The pictures were sold for the following prices: Six Harlot's Progress, at 14 guineas each £.88 4 0 Eight Rake's Progress, at 22 guineas each 184 16 0 Morning, 20 guineas 21 0 0 Noon, 37 guineas 38 17 0 Evening, 38 guineas 39 18 0 Night, 26 guineas 27 6 0 Strolling Players, 26 guineas 27 6 0 -------- 427 7 0 At the same time the six pictures of _Marriage à-la-mode_ were announced as intended for sale as soon as the plates then taking from them should be completed. This set of Prints may be regarded as the ground-work of a novel called "The Marriage Act," by Dr. _Shebbeare_, and of "The Clandestine Marriage." In the prologue to that excellent comedy, Mr. _Garrick_ thus handsomely expressed his regard for the memory of his friend: "Poets and painters, who from nature draw Their best and richest stores, have made this law: That each should neighbourly assist his brother, And steal with decency from one another. To-night, your matchless _Hogarth_ gives the thought, Which from his canvas to the stage is brought. And who so fit to warm the poet's mind, As he who pictur'd morals and mankind? But not the same their characters and scenes; Both labour for one end, by different means: Each, as it suits him, takes a separate road, Their one great object, _Marriage à la Mode!_ Where titles deign with cits to have and hold, And change rich blood for more substantial gold! And honour'd trade from interest turns aside, To hazard happiness for titled pride. The painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; While _England_ lives, his fame can never die: But he, 'who struts his hour upon the stage,' Can scarce extend his fame for half an age; Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save, The art, and artist, share one common grave."[39] _Hogarth_ had projected a _Happy Marriage_, by way of counterpart to his _Marriage à la Mode_. A design for the first of his intended six plates he had sketched out in colours; and the following is as accurate an account of it as could be furnished by a gentleman who, long ago enjoyed only a few minutes' sight of so imperfect a curiosity. The time supposed was immediately after the return of the parties from church. The scene lay in the hall of an antiquated country mansion. On one side, the married couple were represented sitting. Behind them was a group of their young friends of both sexes, in the act of breaking bride-cake over their heads. In front appeared the father of the young lady, grasping a bumper, and drinking, with a seeming roar of exultation, to the future happiness of her and her husband. By his side was a table covered with refreshments. Jollity rather than politeness was the designation of his character. Under the screen of the hall, several rustic musicians in grotesque attitudes, together with servants, tenants, &c. were arranged. Through the arch by which the room was entered, the eye was led along a passage into the kitchen, which afforded a glimpse of sacerdotal luxury. Before the dripping-pan stood a well-fed divine, in his gown and cassock, with his watch in his hand, giving directions to a cook, drest all in white, who was employed in basting a haunch of venison. Among the faces of the principal figures, none but that of the young lady was completely finished. _Hogarth_ had been often reproached for his inability to impart grace and dignity to his heroines. The bride was therefore meant to vindicate his pencil from so degrading an imputation. The effort, however, was unsuccessful. The girl was certainly pretty; but her features, if I may use the term, were uneducated. She might have attracted notice as a chambermaid, but would have failed to extort applause as a woman of fashion. The parson, and his culinary associate, were more laboured than any other parts of the picture. It is natural for us to dwell longest on that division of a subject which is most congenial to our private feelings. The painter sat down with a resolution to delineate beauty improved by art; but seems, as usual, to have deviated into meanness; or could not help neglecting his original purpose, to luxuriate in such ideas as his situation in early life had fitted him to express. He found himself, in short, out of his element in the parlour, and therefore hastened, in quest of ease and amusement, to the kitchen fire. _Churchill_, with more force than delicacy, once observed of him, that he only painted the _backside_ of nature. It must be allowed, that such an artist, however excellent in his walk, was better qualified to represent the low-born parent, than the royal preserver of a foundling. The sketch already described (which I believe is in Mrs. _Garrick's_ possession) was made after the appearance of _Marriage à la Mode_, and many years before the artist's death. Why he did not persevere in his plan, during such an interval of time, we can only guess. It is probable that his undertaking required a longer succession of images relative to domestic happiness, than had fallen within his notice, or courted his participation. _Hogarth_ had no children; and though the nuptial union may be happy without them, yet such happiness will have nothing picturesque in it; and we may observe of this truly natural and faithful painter, that he rarely ventured to exhibit scenes with which he was not perfectly well acquainted. Let us, however, more completely obviate an objection that may be raised against the propriety of the foregoing criticism. Some reader may urge, that perhaps, all circumstances considered, a wedding celebrated at an old mansion-house did not require the appearance of consummate beauty, refined by the powers of education. The remark has seeming justice on its side; but _Hogarth_ had previously avowed his intent to exhibit a perfect face, divested of vulgarity; and succeeded so well, at least in his own opinion, that he carried the canvas, of which we are now speaking, in triumph to Mr. _Garrick_, whose private strictures on it coincided with those of the person who furnishes this additional confirmation of our painter's notorious ignorance in what is styled--THE GRACEFUL. From the account I have received concerning a design for a previous compartment belonging to the same story, there is little reason to lament the loss of it. It contained no appeal either to the fancy or to the heart. An artist, who, representing the marriage ceremony in a chapel, renders the clerk, who lays the hassocks, the principal figure in it, may at least be taxed with want of judgement. Soon after the peace of _Aix la Chapelle_, he went over to _France_, and was taken into custody at _Calais_, while he was drawing the gate of that town, a circumstance which he has recorded in his picture, intituled, "O the Roast Beef of _Old England_!" published _March_ 26, 1749. He was actually carried before the governor as a spy, and, after a very strict examination, committed a prisoner to _Grandsire_, his landlord, on his promising that _Hogarth_ should not go out of his house till it was to embark for _England_. This account, I have good authority for saying, he himself gave to his friend Mr. _Gostling_ at _Canterbury_, at whose house he lay the night after his arrival. The same accident, however, has been more circumstantially related by an eminent _English_ engraver, who was abroad when it happened. _Hayman_, and _Cheere_ the statuary, were of the same party. While _Hogarth_ was in _France_, wherever he went, he was sure to be dissatisfied with all he saw. If an elegant circumstance either in furniture, or the ornaments of a room, was pointed out as deserving approbation, his narrow and constant reply was, "What then? but it is _French_! Their houses are all gilt and b--t." In the streets he was often clamourously rude. A tatter'd bag, or a pair of silk stockings with holes in them, drew a torrent of imprudent language from him. In vain did my informant (who knew that many _Scotch_ and _Irish_ were often within hearing of these reproaches, and would rejoice at least in an opportunity of getting our painter mobbed) advise him to be more cautious in his public remarks. He laughed at all such admonition, and treated the offerer of it as a pusillanimous wretch, unworthy of a residence in a free country, making him the butt of his ridicule for several evenings afterwards. This unreasonable pleasantry was at length completely extinguished by what happened while he was drawing the Gate at _Calais_; for though the innocence of his design was rendered perfectly apparent on the testimony of other sketches he had about him, which were by no means such as could serve the purpose of an engineer, he was told by the Commandant, that, had not the peace been actually signed, he should have been obliged to have hung him up immediately on the ramparts. Two guards were then provided to convey him on shipboard; nor did they quit him till he was three miles from the shore. They then spun him round like a top, on the deck; and told him he was at liberty to proceed on his voyage without farther attendance or molestation. With the slightest allusion to the ludicrous particulars of this affair, poor _Hogarth_ was by no means pleased. The leading circumstance in it his own pencil has recorded. Soon after this period he purchased a little house at _Chiswick_; where he usually passed the greatest part of the summer season, yet not without occasional visits to his dwelling in _Leicester Fields_. In 1753, he appeared to the world in the character of art author, and published a quarto volume, intituled, "The Analysis of Beauty, written with a view of fixing the fluctuating Ideas of Taste." In this performance he shews, by a variety of examples, that a curve is the line of beauty, and that round swelling figures are most pleasing to the eye; and the truth of his opinion has been countenanced by subsequent writers on the subject. Among the letters of Dr. _Birch_ is the following short one, sent with the "Analysis of Beauty," and dated _Nov._ 25, 1753; "Sir, I beg the favour of you to present to the Royal Society the enclosed work, which will receive great honour by their acceptance of it. I am, Sir, your most obedient humble servant, WM. HOGARTH." In this book, the leading idea of which was hieroglyphically thrown out in a frontispiece to his works in 1745, he acknowledges himself indebted to his friends for assistance, and particularly to one gentleman for his corrections and amendments of at least a third part of the _wording_. This friend, I am assured, was Dr. _Benjamin Hoadly_ the physician, who carried on the work to about a _third_ part, Chap. IX. and then, through indisposition, declined the friendly office with regret. Mr. _Hogarth_ applied to his neighbour, Mr. _Ralph_; but it was impossible for two such persons to agree, both alike vain and positive. He proceeded no farther than about a sheet, and they then parted friends, and seem to have continued such. In the _Estimate of the Manners and Principles of the Times_, vol. I. p. 47, published in 1757 by Dr. _Brown_, that author pays a compliment to Mr. _Hogarth's_ genius. Mr. _Ralph_, animadverting on the work, amongst other things, says, "It is happy for Mr. _Hogarth_, in my humble opinion, that he is brought upon the stage in such company, rather for the sake of fastening some additional abuse upon the public, than of bestowing any special grace upon him. 'Neither the comic pencil, nor the serious pen of our ingenious countrymen (so the Estimator or Appraiser's Patent of Allowance runs) have been able to keep alive the taste of Nature or of Beauty.' For where he has chosen to be a niggard of his acknowledgements, every other man would chuse to be a prodigal: Nature had played the _Proteus_ with us, had invited us to pursue her in every shape, but had never suffered us to overtake her: Beauty all had been smitten with, but nobody had been able to assign us a rule by which it might be defined: This was Mr. _Hogarth's_ task; this is what he has succeeded in; composition is at last become a science; the student knows what he is in search of; the connoisseur what to praise; and fancy or fashion, or prescription, will usurp the hacknied name of taste no more. So that, whatever may be said in disparagement of the age on other accounts, it has more merit and honour to claim on this, than any which preceded it. And I will venture for once to prophesy, from the improvements already manifested, that we shall have the arts of designing to value ourselves upon, when all our ancient virtues are worn out." The office of finishing the work, and superintending the publication, was lastly taken up by Dr. _Morell_, who went through the remainder of the book.[40] The preface was in like manner corrected by the Rev. Mr. _Townley_. The family of _Hogarth_ rejoiced when the last sheet of the _Analysis_ was printed off; as the frequent disputes he had with his coadjutors, in the progress of the work, did not much harmonize his disposition. This work was translated into _German_ by Mr. _Mylins_, when in _England_, under the author's inspection; and the translation, containing twenty-two sheets in quarto, and two large plates, was printed in _London_, price five dollars. Of the same performance a new and correct edition was (_July_ 1, 1754) proposed for publication at _Berlin_, by _Ch. Fr. Vok_, with an explanation of Mr. _Hogarth's_ satirical prints, translated from the _French_; the whole to subscribers for one dollar, but after six weeks to be raised to two dollars. An _Italian_ translation was also published at _Leghorn_ in 1761, 8vo, dedicated "All' illustrissime Signora Diana _Molineux_, Dama _Inglese_." "This book," Mr. _Walpole_ observes, "had many sensible hints and observations; but it did not carry the conviction, nor meet the universal acquiescence he expected. As he treated his contemporaries with scorn, they triumphed over this publication,[41] and irritated him to expose him. Many wretched burlesque prints came out to ridicule his system. There was a better answer to it in one of the two prints that he gave to illustrate his hypothesis. In the ball, had he confined himself to such outlines as compose awkwardness and deformity, he would have proved half his assertion; but he has added two samples of grace in a young lord and lady, that are strikingly stiff and affected. They are a _Bath_ beau and a county Beauty." _Hogarth_ had one failing in common with most people who attain wealth and eminence without the aid of liberal education. He affected to despise every kind of knowledge which he did not possess. Having established his fame with little or no obligation to literature, he either conceived it to be needless, or decried it because it lay out of his reach. His sentiments, in short, resembled those of _Jack Cade_, who pronounced sentence on the clerk of _Chatham_, because he could write and read. Till, in evil hour, this celebrated artist commenced an author, and was obliged to employ the friends already mentioned to correct his _Analysis of Beauty_,[42] he did not seem to have discovered that even spelling was a necessary qualification; and yet he had ventured to ridicule[43] the late Mr. _Rich's_ deficiency as to this particular, in a note which lies before the Rake whose play is refused while he remains in confinement for debt. Previous to the time of which we are now speaking, one of our artist's common topicks of declamation was the uselessness of books to a man of his profession. In _Beer-street_, among other volumes consigned by him to the pastry cook, we find _Turnbull on ancient Painting_, a treatise which _Hogarth_ should have been able to understand, before he ventured to condemn. _Garrick_ himself, however, was not more ductile to flattery. A word in favour of _Sigismunda_, might have commanded a proof print, or forced an original sketch out of our artist's hands. The furnisher of this remark owes one of his scarcest performances to the success of a compliment, which might have stuck even in Sir _Godfrey Kneller's_ throat. The following authenticated story of our artist will also serve to shew how much more easy it is to detect ill-placed or hyperbolical adulation respecting others, than when applied to ourselves. _Hogarth_ being at dinner with the great _Cheselden_, and some other company, was told that Mr. _John Freke_, surgeon of _St. Bartholomew's Hospital_, a few evenings before at _Dick's Coffee-house_, had asserted, that _Greene_ was as eminent in composition as _Handel_. "That fellow _Freke_," replied _Hogarth_, "is always shooting his bolt absurdly one way or another! _Handel_ is a giant in music; _Greene_ only a light _Florimel_ kind of a composer."--"Ay," says our artist's informant, "but at the same time Mr. _Freke_ declared you were as good a portrait-painter as _Vandyck_."--"_There_ he was in the right," adds _Hogarth_; "and so by G-- I am, give me my time, and let me choose my subject!" With Dr. _Hoadly_, the late Chancellor of _Winchester_, Mr. _Hogarth_ was always on terms of the strictest friendship, and frequently visited him at _Winchester, St. Cross,_ and _Alresford_. It is well known, that Dr. _Hoadly's_ fondness for theatrical exhibitions was so great, that few visitors were ever long in his house before they were solicited to accept a part in some interlude or other. He himself, with _Garrick_ and _Hogarth_, once performed a laughable parody on the scene in _Julius Cæsar_, where the _Ghost_ appears to _Brutus. Hogarth_ personated the spectre; but so unretentive was his memory, that, although his speech consisted only of two lines, he was unable to get them by heart. At last they hit on the following expedient in his favour. The verses he was to deliver were written in such large letters, on the outside of an illuminated paper-lanthorn, that he could read them when he entered with it in his hand on the stage. _Hogarth_ painted a scene on this occasion, representing a sutling booth, with the _Duck of Cumberland's_ head by way of sign. He also prepared the play-bill, with characteristic ornaments. The original drawing is still preserved, and we could wish it were engraved; as the slightest sketch from the design of so grotesque a painter would be welcome to the numerous collectors of his works. _Hogarth_ was also the most absent of men. At table he would sometimes turn round his chair as if he had finished eating, and as suddenly would return it, and fall to his meal again. I may add, that he once directed a letter to Dr. _Hoadly_, thus,--"To the Doctor at _Chelsea_." This epistle, however, by good luck, did not miscarry; and was preserved by the late Chancellor of _Winchester_, as a pleasant memorial of his friend's extraordinary inattention. Another remarkable instance of _Hogarth's_ absence was told me, after the first edition of this work, by one of his intimate friends. Soon after he set up his carriage, he had occasion to pay a visit to the lord-mayor (I believe it was Mr. _Beckford_). When he went, the weather was fine; but business detained him till a violent shower of rain came on. He was let out of the Mansion-house by a different door from that at which he entered; and, seeing the rain, began immediately to call for a hackney-coach. Not one was to be met with on any of the neighbouring stands; and our artist sallied forth to brave the storm, and actually reached _Leicester-fields_ without bestowing a thought on his own carriage, till Mrs. _Hogarth_ (surprized to see him so wet and splashed) asked where he had left it. Mr. _Walpole_, in the following note, p. 69, is willing to expose the indelicacy of the _Flemish_ painters, by comparing it with the purity of _Hogarth_. "When they attempt humour," says our author, "it is by making a drunkard vomit; they take evacuations for jokes; and when they make us sick, think they make us laugh. A boor hugging a frightful frow is a frequent incident, even in the works of _Teniers_." Shall we proceed to examine whether the scenes painted by our countryman are wholly free from the same indelicacies? In one plate of _Hudibras_, where he encounters a _Skimmington_, a man is making water against the end of a house, while a taylor's wife is most significantly attending to the dirty process. In another plate to the same work, a boy is pissing into the shoe of _Ralpho_, while the widow is standing by. Another boy in the _Enraged Musician_ is easing nature by the same mode; and a little miss is looking earnestly on the operation. In the _March to Finchley_, a diseased soldier has no better employment; and a woman is likewise staring at him out of a window. This circumstance did not escape the observation of _Rouquet_ the enameller, whose remarks[44] on the plates of our artist I shall have more than once occasion to introduce. "Il y a," says he, "dans quelques endroits de cet excellent tableau, des objets peut être plus propres à peindre qu'à décrire. D'ou vient que les oreilles sont plus chaste que les yeux? Ne seroit ce pas parce qu'on peut regarder certains objets dans un tableau, et feindre de ne pas les voir; et qu'il n'est pas si aisé d'entendre une obscénité, et de feindre de ne l'entendre pas! L'objet, dont je veux parler, est toutefois peu considérable; il s'agit seulement d'un soldat à qui le voyage de _Montpelier_ conviendroit mieux que celui d'_Ecosse_. L'amour lui a fait une blessure, &c." Was this occurrence delicate or precious enough to deserve such frequency of repetition? In the burlesque _Paul before Felix_, when the High Priest applies his fingers to his nose, we have reason to imagine that his manœuvre was in consequence of some offensive escape during the terrors of the pro-consul of _Judea_, who, as he is here represented, conveys no imperfect image of a late Lord Mayor, at the time of the riots in _London_. In this last instance, indeed, I ought to have observed that _Hogarth_ meant to satirize, not to imitate, the painters of _Holland_ and _Flanders_. But I forbear to dwell any longer on such disgusting circumstances; begging leave only to ask, whether the canvas of _Teniers_ exhibits nastier objects than those of the woman cracking a louse between her nails in the fourth plate of the _Harlot's Progress_; a _Scotch_ bag-piper catching another in his neck while he is performing at the Election feast; _Aurora_ doing the same kind office for a _Syren_ or _Nereid_, in the _Strollers_, &c.; the old toothless _French_ beldams, slobbering (_Venus_ forbid we should call it kissing) each other in the comic print entitled _Noon_; the chamber-pot emptied on the Free Mason's head, in the _Rejoicing Night_; or the _Lilliputians_ giving a clyster to _Gulliver_? In some of these instances, however, the humour may compensate for the indelicacy, which is rarely the case with such _Dutch_ pictures as have justly incurred the censure of Mr. _Walpole_. Let us now try how far some of the compositions of _Hogarth_ have befriended the cause of modesty. In the _Harlot's Progress_, Plate VI. we meet with a hand by no means busied in manner suitable to the purity of its owner's function. _Hogarth_ indeed, in three different works, has delineated three clergymen; the one as a drunkard; the second as a glutton; and the third as a whoremaster, who (I borrow _Rouquet's_ words) "est plus occupé de sa voisine que de son vin, qu'il repand par une distraction qu'elle lui cause." He who, in the eyes of the vulgar, would degrade our professors of religion, deserves few thanks from society. In the _Rake's Progress_, Plate the last, how is the hand of the ideal potentate employed, while he is gazing with no very modest aspect on a couple of young women who pass before his cell numbered 55? and to what particular object are the eyes of the said females supposed to be directed?[45] Nay, in what pursuit is the grenadier engaged who stands with his face toward the wall in Plate 9. of _Industry and Idleness_? May we address another question to the reader? Is the "_smile_ of _Socrates_," or the "_benevolence_ of the designer," very distinguishable in the half dozen last instances? It has been observed indeed by physiognomists, that the _smile_ of the real _Socrates_ resembled the _grin_ of a _satyr_; and perhaps a few of the particulars here alluded to, as well as the prints entitled BEFORE and AFTER, ought to be considered as a _benevolence_ to speculative old maids, or misses not yet enfranchised from a boarding school. Had this truly sensible critic, and elegant writer, been content to observe, that such gross circumstances as form the chief subject of _Flemish_ pictures, are only incidental and subordinate in those of our artist, the remark might have escaped reprehension. But perhaps he who has told us that "_St. Paul's_ hand was once _improperly_ placed before the wife of _Felix_" should not have suffered more glaring insults on decency to pass without a censure. On this occasion, though I may be found to differ from Mr. _Walpole_, I am ready to confess how much regard is due to the opinions of a gentleman whose mind has been long exercised on a subject which is almost new to me; especially when I recollect that my present researches would have had no guide, but for the lights held out in the last volume of the Anecdotes of Painting in _England_. _Hogarth_ boasted that he could draw a Serjeant with his pike, going into an alehouse, and his Dog following him, with only three strokes;--which he executed thus: [Illustration: see below] A B | \ | \ | \ | \| | | | | C | ʅ| | | A. The perspective line of the door. B. The end of the Serjeant's pike, who is gone in. C. The end of the Dog's tail, who is following him. There are similar whims of the _Caracci_. A specimen of _Hogarth's_ propensity to merriment, on the most trivial occasions, is observable in one of his cards requesting the company of Dr. _Arnold King_ to dine with him at the _Mitre_.[46] Within a circle, to which a knife and fork are the supporters, the written part is contained. In the center is drawn a pye, with a _mitre_ on the top of it; and the invitation of our artist concludes with the following sport on three of the _Greek_ letters--to _Eta Beta Pi_.[47] The rest of the inscription is not very accurately spelt. A quibble by _Hogarth_ is surely as respectable as a conundrum by _Swift_. "Some nicer virtuosi have remarked, that in the serious pieces, into which _Hogarth_ has deviated from the natural biass of his genius, there are some strokes of the ridiculous discernible, which suit not with the dignity of his subject. In his PREACHING OF ST. PAUL, a dog snarling at a cat;[48] and in his PHARAOH'S DAUGHTER, the figure of the infant _Moses_, who expresses rather archness than timidity; are alledged as instances, that this artist, unrivalled in his own walk, could not resist the impulse of his imagination towards drollery. His picture, however, of _Richard_ III. is pure and unmixed, without any ridiculous circumstances, and strongly impresses terror and amazement." As these observations are extracted from the _first_ edition of Dr. _Warton's_ "Essay on the Genius and Writings of _Pope_," it would be uncandid if we did not accompany them with the following note from a subsequent edition of that valuable performance: "The author gladly lays hold of the opportunity of this third edition of his work to confess a mistake he had committed with respect to two admirable paintings of Mr. _Hogarth_, his PAUL PREACHING, and his INFANT MOSES; which, on a closer examination, are not chargeable with the blemishes imputed to them. Justice obliges him to declare the high opinion he entertains of the abilities of this inimitable artist, who shines in so many different lights, and on such very dissimilar subjects; and whose works have more of what the ancients called the ΗθΟΣ [Greek: Ethos] in them, than the compositions of any other Modern. For the rest, the author begs leave to add, that he is so far from being ashamed of retracting his error, that he had rather appear a MAN OF CANDOUR, than the best CRITIC that ever lived."[49] In one of the early exhibitions at _Spring Gardens_, a very pleasing small picture by _Hogarth_ made its first appearance. It was painted for the earl of _Charlemont_, in whose collection it remains.[50] It was intituled, _Picquet, or Virtue in Danger,_ and shews us a young lady, who, during a _tête-à-tête_, had just lost all her money to a handsome officer of her own age. He is represented in the act of returning her a handful of bank bills, with the hope of exchanging them for a softer acquisition, and more delicate plunder. On the chimney piece is a watch-case and a figure of Time over it, with this motto--NUNC. _Hogarth_ has caught his heroine during this moment of hesitation, this struggle with herself, and has marked her feelings with uncommon success. Wavering chastity, as in this instance, he was qualified to display; but the graceful reserve of steady and exalted virtue he would certainly have failed to express. He might have conveyed a perfect idea of such an _Iphigenia_ as is described by Mr. _Hayley_, in one of the cantoes of his beautiful poem on the _Triumphs of Temper_; but the dignity of the same female at the _Tauric_ altar would have baffled the most vigorous efforts of his pencil. _Hogarth's_ Picquet, or _Virtue in Danger_, when exhibited at _Spring Gardens_, in _May_, 1761, produced the following explanation: Ye fair, be warn'd, and shun those arts, That faithless men do use for hearts: Weigh o'er and o'er the destin'd man, And oft this little lesson scan; If he his character don't fear, For yours he'll very little care: With scorn repulse the wretch so bold, Nor pawn your virtue for his gold! Of gaming (cards or not) beware, 'Tis very often found a snare; But, lest my precept still should fail, Indulge me--whilst I tell a tale: _Dorinda_, chearful, young, and gay, Oft shone at Balls, at Park, and Play; Blest with a free, engaging air, In short, throughout quite debonnair; (Excuse me--shall I tell the truth?) That bane of misled, heedless youth, Gaming--had quite possess'd her mind, To this (no other vice) inclin'd: She oft would melancholy sit, No partner near for dear Picquet! "At last a cruel spoiler came," And deeply learn'd in all the game; A son of _Mars_, with iron face, Adorn'd with impudence and lace! Acquaintance with her soon he gains, He thinks her virtue worth his pains: Cards (after nonsense) came in course, By sap advances, not by force. The table set, the cards are laid, _Dorinda_ dreams not she's betray'd; The cards run cross, she fumes and frets, Her brilliant necklace soon she betts, She fears her watch, but can't resist, A miniature can scarce be mist! At last both watch and trinkets go, A prey to the devouring foe: Nay more (if fame but tells us true), She lost her di'mond buckles too! Her bracelets next became his prize, And in his hat the treasure lies. Upon her Virtue next he treats, And Honour's sacred name repeats: Tenders the trinkets, swears and lies, And vows her person is a prize! Then swears (with hand upon his breast) That he without her can't be blest! Then plies her with redoubled pains, T' exchange her virtue for his gains: Shame's purple wings o'ershade her face, He triumphs over her disgrace; Soon turns to jest her scruples nice, In short, she falls!--a sacrifice! Spoil'd of her virtue in her prime, And, knowing Heaven detests the crime, Is urg'd, perhaps, to dare his rod, "And rush unsummon'd to her God!" Ye fair, if happiness ye prize, Regard this rule, Be timely wise. In the "Miser's Feast," Mr. _Hogarth_ thought proper to pillory Sir _Isaac Shard_, a gentleman proverbially avaricious. Hearing this, the son of Sir _Isaac_, the late _Isaac Pacatus Shard_,[51] esq. a young man of spirit, just returned from his travels, called at the painter's to see the picture; and, among the rest, asking the _Cicerone_ "whether that odd figure was intended for any particular person;" on his replying, "that it was thought to be very like one Sir _Isaac Shard_;" he immediately drew his sword, and slashed the canvas. _Hogarth_ appeared instantly in great wrath; to whom Mr. _Shard_ calmly justified what he had done, saying, "that this was a very unwarrantable licence; that he was the injured party's son, and that he was ready to defend any suit at law;" which, however, was never instituted. About 1757, his brother-in-law, Mr. _Thornhill_, resigned the place of king's serjeant-painter in favour of Mr. _Hogarth_; who soon after made an experiment in painting, which involved him in some disgrace. The celebrated collection of pictures belonging to Sir _Luke Schaub_ was in 1758 sold by public auction;[52] and the admired picture of _Sigismunda_ (purchased by Sir _Thomas Sebright_ for 404. _l._ 5 _s._) excited Mr. _Hogarth's_ emulation. "From a contempt of the ignorant virtuosi of the age," says Mr. _Walpole_, "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, 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 proportion 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 _Sigismunda_ of Sir _Luke Schaub_, now in the possession of the Duke of _Newcastle_, said to be painted by _Correggio_, probably by _Furino_, but no matter by whom. It is impossible to see the picture, or read _Dryden's_ inimitable tale, and not feel that the same soul animated both. After many essays, _Hogarth_ at last produced HIS _Sigismunda_--but no more like _Sigismunda_, than I to _Hercules_. Not to mention the wretchedness of the colouring, it was the representation of a maudlin strumpet just turned out of keeping, and, with eyes red with rage and usquebaugh, tearing off the ornaments her keeper had given her. To add to the disgust raised by such vulgar expression, her fingers were bloodied by her lover's heart,[53] that lay before her, like that of a sheep, for her dinner.[54] 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 was wanting that should have been there, all was 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. _Hogarth's_ performance was more ridiculous than any thing he had ever ridiculed. He set the price of 400 _l._ on it, and had it returned on his hands by the person for whom it was painted. He took subscriptions for a plate of it; but had the sense, at last, to suppress it. I make no more apology for this account than for the encomiums I have bestowed on him. Both are dictated by truth, and are the history of a great man's excellencies and errors. _Milton_, it is said, preferred his _Paradise Regained_ to his immortal poem."[55] _Hogarth_, however, gave directions before his death that the _Sigismunda_ should not be sold under 500 _l._ and, greatly as he might have been mortified by _Churchill's_ invective, and the coldness with which the picture was received by the rest of the world,[56] he never wholly abandoned his design of having a plate prepared from it. Finding abundant consolation in the flattery of self-love, he appealed from the public judgement to his own, and had actually talked with the celebrated Mr. _Hall_ about the price of the engraving, which was to have been executed from a smaller painting,[57] copied by himself from the large one. Death alone secured him from the contempt such obstinacy would have riveted on his name. To express a sorrow like that of _Tancred's_ daughter, few modern artists are fully qualified. We must except indeed Sir _Joshua Reynolds_, with whose pencil Beauty in all her forms, and the passions in all their varieties, are equally familiar. Since the preceding paragraph was written, the compiler of this volume has seen an unfinished plate of _Sigismunda_, attempted after the manner of _Edelinck_, etched by Mr. _Basire_, but not bit-in, and from which consequently no proof can have been taken. The size of the plate is 18 inches by 16½. The outlines in general, and particularly of the face, were completed under the immediate direction of Mr. _Hogarth_.[58] It was intended to be published by subscription.[59] The plate itself is still in the hands of Mr. _Basire_. This unfortunate picture, which was the source of so much vexation to Mr. _Hogarth_, at least made a versifier of him, and furnished vent to his anger in the following lines; which, as I know of no other specimen of his poetry,[60] may serve to gratify the curiosity of the reader. The old adage _facit indignatio versum_, seems scarcely to have been realised in this splenetic effusion, which is intituled "An Epistle to a Friend," occasioned by Sir _Richard Grosvenor_ (now lord) returning the picture of _Sigismunda_ on our artist's hands: "To your charge, the other day About my picture and my pay, In metre I've a mind to try, One word by way of a reply. "To risque, you'll own, 'twas most absurd, Such labour on a rich man's word; To lose at least an hundred days Of certain gain, for doubtful praise; Since living artists ne'er were paid; But then, you know, it was agreed, I should be deem'd an artist dead. Like _Raphael, Rubens, Guido Rene,_ This promise fairly drew me in; And having laid my pencil by,[61] What painter was more dead than I? But dead as _Guido_ let me be, Then judge, my friend, 'twixt him and me If merit crowns alike the piece, What treason to be like in price; Because no copied line you trace, The picture can't be right, you're sure; But say, my critic connoisseur, Moves it the heart as much or more Than picture ever did before? This is the painter's truest test, And this Sir _Richard's_ self confess'd. Nay, 'tis so moving, that the knight Can't even bear it in his sight; Then who would tears so dearly buy, As give four hundred pounds to cry? I own, he chose the prudent part, Rather to break his word than heart; And yet, methinks, 'tis ticklish dealing, With one so delicate--in feeling. "However, 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." "The last memorable event in our artist's life," as Mr. _Walpole_ observes, "was his quarrel with Mr. _Wilkes_, in which, if Mr. _Hogarth_ did not commence direct hostilities on the latter, he at least obliquely gave the first offence, by an attack on the friends and party of that gentleman. This conduct was the more surprizing, as he had all his life avoided dipping his pencil in political contests, and had early refused a very lucrative offer that was made to engage him in a set of prints against the head of a court-party. Without entering into the merits of the cause, I shall only state the fact. In _September_ 1762, Mr. _Hogarth_ published his print of _The Times_. It was answered by Mr. _Wilkes_ in a severe _North Briton_.[62] On this the painter exhibited the caricatura of the writer. Mr. _Churchill_, the poet, then engaged in the war, and wrote his epistle to _Hogarth_, not the brightest of his works,[63] in which the severest strokes fell on a defect that the painter had neither caused nor could amend--his age;[64] and which, however, was neither remarkable nor decrepit; much less had it impaired his talents, as appeared by his having composed but six months before one of his most capital works, the satire on the Methodists. In revenge for this epistle, _Hogarth_ caricatured _Churchill_, under the form of a canonical bear, with a club and a pot of porter--_et vitulá tu dignus & hic_--never did two angry men of their abilities throw mud with less dexterity." The concluding observation of Mr. _Walpole_ is mortifyingly true. It may be amusing to compare the account given of this squabble, which long engrossed the attention of the town, with the narrative of it printed by Mr. _Wilkes_; who states the circumstances of it in the following manner: "Mr. _Hogarth_ was one of the first who, in the paper war begun by lord _Bute_ on his accession to the Treasury, sacrificed private friendship at the altar of party madness. In 1762, the _Scotch_ minister took a variety of hirelings into his pay, some of whom were gratified with pensions, others with places and pensions. Mr. _Hogarth_ was only made _serjeant-painter_ to his majesty, as if it was meant to insinuate to him, that he was not allowed to paint any thing but the wainscot of the royal apartments. The term means no more than _house-painter_, and the nature of the post confined him to that business. He was not employed in any other way. A circumstance can scarcely be imagined more humiliating to a man of spirit and genius, who really thought that he more particularly excelled in _portrait-painting_. "The new minister had been attacked in a variety of political papers. _The North Briton_ in particular, which commenced the week after _The Briton_, waged open war with him. Some of the numbers had been ascribed to Mr. _Wilkes_, others to Mr. _Churchill_, and Mr. _Lloyd_. Mr. _Hogarth_ had for several years lived on terms of friendship and intimacy with Mr. _Churchill_ and Mr. _Wilkes_. As the _Buckinghamshire_ militia, which this gentleman had the honour of commanding, had been for some months at _Winchester_ guarding the _French_ prisoners, the Colonel was there on that duty. A friend wrote to him, that Mr. _Hogarth_ intended soon to publish a political print of _The Times_, in which Mr. _Pitt_, Lord _Temple_, Mr. _Churchill_, and himself, were held out to the public as objects of ridicule. Mr. _Wilkes_, on this notice, remonstrated by two of their common friends to Mr. _Hogarth_, that such a proceeding would not only be unfriendly in the highest degree, but extremely injudicious; for such a pencil ought to be universal and moral, to speak to all ages, and to all nations, not to be dipt in the dirt of the faction of a day, of an insignificant part of the country, when it might command the admiration of the whole. An answer was sent, that neither Mr. _Wilkes_ nor Mr. _Churchill_ were attacked in _The Times_, though Lord _Temple_ and Mr. _Pitt_ were, and that the print should soon appear. A second message soon after told Mr. _Hogarth_, that Mr. _Wilkes_ should never believe it worth his while to take notice of any reflections on himself; but if his friends were attacked, he should then think he was wounded in the most sensible part, and would, as well as he was able, revenge their cause; adding, that if he thought the _North Briton_ would insert what he sent, he would make an appeal to the public on the very _Saturday_ following the publication of the print. _The Times_ soon after appeared, and on the _Saturday_ following [_Sept._ 25, 1762,] N° 17, of the _North Briton_, which is a direct attack on the king's _serjeant-painter_.[65] If Mr. _Wilkes_ did write that paper, he kept his word better with Mr. _Hogarth_, than the painter had done with him. "It is perhaps worth remarking, that the painter proposed to give a series of political prints, and that _The Times_ were marked Plate I. No farther progress was however made in that design. The public beheld the first feeble efforts with execrations, and it is said that the caricaturist was too much hurt by the general opinion of mankind, to possess himself afterwards sufficiently for the execution of such a work. "When Mr. _Wilkes_ was the second time brought from the _Tower_ to _Westminster-hall_, Mr. _Hogarth_ skulked behind in a corner of the gallery of the Court of _Common Pleas_; and while the Chief Justice _Pratt_,[66] with the eloquence and courage of old _Rome_, was enforcing the great principles of _Magna Charta_, and the _English_ constitution, while every breast from him caught the holy flame of liberty, the painter was wholly employed in caricaturing the _person_ of the man; while all the rest of his fellow citizens were animated in his _cause_, for they knew it to be their own cause, that of their country, and of its laws. It was declared to be so a few hours after by the unanimous sentence of the judges of that court, and they were all present. "The print of Mr. _Wilkes_ was soon after published, _drawn from the life by William Hogarth_. It must be allowed to be an excellent _compound caricatura_, or a _caricatura_ of what nature had already _caricatured_. I know but one short apology can be made for this gentleman, or, to speak more properly, for the _person_ of Mr. _Wilkes_. It is, that he did not make himself, and that he never was solicitous about the _case_ of his soul, as _Shakspeare_ calls it, only so far as to keep it clean and in health. I never heard that he once hung over the glassy stream, like another _Narcissus_, admiring the image in it, nor that he ever stole an amorous look at his counterfeit in a side mirrour. His form, such as it is, ought to give him no pain, because it is capable of giving pleasure to others. I fancy he finds himself tolerably happy in the _clay-cottage_, to which he is _tenant for life_, because he has learnt to keep it in good order. While the share of health and animal spirits, which heaven has given him, shall hold out, I can scarcely imagine he will be one moment peevish about the _outside_ of so precarious, so temporary a habitation, or will even be brought to own, _ingenium Galbæ male habitat. Monsieur est mal logé._ "Mr. _Churchill_ was exasperated at this _personal_ attack on his friend. He soon after published the Epistle to _William Hogarth_,[67] and took for the motto, _ut pictura poesis_. Mr. _Hogarth's_ revenge against the poet terminated in vamping up an old print of a pug-dog and a bear, which he published under the title of The Bruiser _C. Churchill_ (once the Revd.!) in the character of a _Russian Hercules_, &c." The Editor of the _Monthly Review_ for _November_, 1769, in an account of Mr. _Wilkes's_ correspondence, remarks, "The writer of this article had in substance the same relation from the mouth of Mr. _Hogarth_ himself, but a very little while before his death;[68] and the leading facts appeared, from his candid representation, in nearly the same light as in this account which our readers have been just perusing." I have been assured by the friend[69] who first carried and read the invective of _Churchill_ to _Hogarth_, that he seemed quite insensible to the most sarcastical parts of it. He was so thoroughly wounded before by the _North Briton_, especially with regard to what related to domestic happiness, that he lay no where open to a fresh stroke. Some readers, however, may entertain a doubt on this subject. A man feels most exquisitely when the merit of which he is proudest is denied him; and it might be urged, that _Hogarth_ was more solicitous to maintain the character of a good painter, than of a tender husband. One quotation, however, from _Churchill's_ Epistle the warmest admirers of our matchless artist must be pleased with: "In walks of humour, in that cast of style, Which, probing to the quick, yet makes us smile; In Comedy, his natural road to fame, Nor let me call it by a meaner name, Where a beginning, middle, and an end, Are aptly join'd; where parts on parts depend, Each made for each, as bodies for their soul, So as to form one true and perfect whole, Where a plain story to the eye is told, Which we conceive the moment we behold;[70] _Hogarth_ unrival'd stands, and shall engage Unrival'd praise to the most distant age." _Hogarth_ having been said to be in his dotage when, he produced his print of the Bear, it should seem as if he had been provoked to make the following additions to this print, in order to give a further specimen of his still existing genius. In the form of a framed picture on the painter's palette, he has represented an _Egyptian_ pyramid, on the side of which is a _Cheshire_ cheese,[71] and round it 3000 _l. per annum_; and at the foot a _Roman_ Veteran in a reclining posture, designed as an allusion to Mr. _Pitt's_ resignation. The cheese is meant to allude to a former speech of his, wherein he said that he would rather subsist a week on a _Cheshire_ cheese and a shoulder of mutton, than submit to the implacable enemies of his country. But to ridicule this character still more, he is, as he lies down, firing a piece of ordnance at the standard of _Britain_, on which is a dove with an olive-branch, the emblem of peace. On one side of the pyramid is the City of _London_, represented by the figure of one of the _Guildhall_ giants, going to crown the reclining hero. On the other side is the king of _Prussia_, in the character of one of the _Cæsars_, but smoking his pipe. In the center stands _Hogarth_ himself, whipping a Dancing Bear (_Churchill_) which he holds in a string. At the side of the Bear is a Monkey, designed for Mr. _Wilkes_. Between the legs of the little animal is a mop-stick, on which he seems to ride, as children do on a hobby-horse: at the top of the mop-stick is the cap of liberty. The Monkey is undergoing the same discipline as the Bear. Behind the Monkey is the figure of a man, but with no lineaments of face, and playing on a fiddle. This was designed for Earl _Temple_. At the time these hostilities were carrying on in a manner so virulent and disgraceful to all the parties, _Hogarth_ was visibly declining in his health. In 1762, he complained of an inward pain, which, continuing, brought on a general decay that proved incurable.[72] This last year of his life he employed in retouching his plates with the assistance of several engravers whom he took with him to _Chiswick_. On the 25th of _October_, 1764, he was conveyed from thence to _Leicester-fields_, in a very weak condition, yet remarkably chearful; and, receiving an agreeable letter from the _American_ Dr. _Franklin_, drew up a rough draught of an answer to it; but going to bed, he was seized with a vomiting, upon which he rung his bell with such violence that he broke it, and expired about two hours afterwards in the arms of Mrs. _Mary Lewis_, who was called up on his being taken suddenly ill. To this lady, for her faithful services, he bequeathed 100 _l._ After the death of _Hogarth's_ sister, Mrs. _Lewis_ succeeded to the care of his prints; and, without violation of truth, it may be observed, that her good nature and affability recommend these performances which she continues to dispose of at Mrs. _Hogarth's_ house in _Leicester-square_. Before our artist went to bed, he boasted of having eaten a pound of beef-steaks for his dinner,[73] and was to all appearance heartier than he had been for a long time before. His disorder was an aneurism; and his corpse was interred in the church-yard at _Chiswick_, where a monument is erected to his memory, with this inscription, under his family arms: "Here lieth the body Of _William Hogarth_, Esq. Who died _October_ the 26th, 1764; Aged 67 years." On another side, which is ornamented with a masque, a laurel wreath, a palette, pencils, and a book, inscribed "Analysis of Beauty," are the following verses by his friend Mr. _Garrick_: "Farewell, great painter of mankind, Who reach'd the noblest point of art; Whose pictur'd 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_ honoured dust lies here." On a third side is this inscription: "Here lieth the body Of Dame _Judith Thornhill_, Relict of Sir _James Thornhill_, knight, Of _Thornhill_ in the county of _Dorset_. She died _November_ the 12th, 1757, Aged 84 years." And on the fourth side: "Here lieth the body Of Mrs. _Anne Hogarth_, sister to _William Hogarth_, Esq. She died _August_ the 13th, 1771, Aged 70 years." Mr. _Hayley_, in his justly admired _Epistle to an Eminent Painter_ (Mr. _Romney_), has since expressed himself concerning our artist in terms that confer yet higher honours on his comic excellence: "Nor, if her favour'd hand may hope to shed The flowers of glory o'er the skilful dead, Thy talents, _Hogarth!_ will she leave unsung; Charm of all eyes, and Theme of every tongue! A separate province 'twas thy praise to rule; Self-form'd thy Pencil! yet thy works a School, Where strongly painted, in gradations nice, The Pomp of Folly, and the Shame of Vice, Reach'd thro' the laughing Eye the mended Mind, And moral Humour sportive Art refin'd. While fleeting Manners, as minutely shown As the clear prospect on the mirror thrown; While Truth of Character, exactly hit, And drest in all the dyes of comic wit; While these, in _Fielding's_ page, delights supply, So long thy Pencil with his Pen shall vie. Science with grief beheld thy drooping age Fall the sad victim of a Poet's rage: But Wit's vindictive spleen, that mocks controul, Nature's high tax on luxury of soul! This, both in Bards and Painters, Fame forgives Their Frailty's buried, but their Genius lives." Thus far the encomiast, who seeks only for opportunities of bestowing praise. A more impartial narrative will be expected from the biographer. It may be truly observed of _Hogarth_, that all his powers of delighting were restrained to his pencil.[74] Having rarely been admitted into polite circles, none of his sharp corners had been rubbed off, so that he continued to the last a gross uncultivated man. The slightest contradiction transported him into rage. To be member of a Club consisting of mechanics, or those not many removes above them, seems to have been the utmost of his social ambition; but even in these assemblies he was oftener sent to _Coventry_ for misbehaviour, than any other person who frequented them. To some confidence in himself he was certainly entitled; for, as a comic painter, he could have claimed no honour that would not most readily have been allowed him;[75] but he was at once unprincipled and variable in his political conduct and attachments. He is also said to have beheld the rising eminence and popularity of Sir _Joshua Reynolds_ with a degree of envy; and, if I am not misinformed, frequently spoke with asperity both of him and his performances. Justice, however, obliges me to add, that our artist was liberal, hospitable, and the most punctual of pay-masters; so that, in spite of the emoluments his works had procured to him, he left but an inconsiderable fortune to his widow. His plates indeed are such resources as may not speedily be exhausted. Some of his domestics had lived many years in his service, a circumstance that always reflects credit on a master. Of most of these he painted strong likenesses on a canvas still in Mrs. _Hogarth's_ possession. His widow has also a portrait of her husband, and an excellent bust of him by _Roubilliac_, a strong resemblance; and one of his brother-in-law Mr. _Thornhill_, much resembling the countenance of Mrs. _Hogarth_. Several of his portraits also remain in her possession: _viz._ a finished portrait of Mrs. _Mary Lewis_; _Thomas Coombes_ of _Dorsetshire_, aged 108; Lady _Thornhill_; Mrs. _Hogarth_ herself, &c. &c. A portrait of _Hogarth_ with his hat on, painted for the late Rev. Mr. _Townley_ by _Weltdon_, and said to be finished by himself, is in the possession of Mr. _James Townley_, proctor in _Doctors Commons_. A mezzotinto print from it will be mentioned under the year 1781 in the Catalogue. Mr. _Edwards_, of _Beaufort Buildings_, has the portrait of Sir _George Hay, The Savoyard Girl, The Bench,_ and _Mary Queen of Scots,_[76] by _Hogarth_. A conversation-piece by him is likewise at _Wanstead_ in _Essex_, the seat of Earl _Tylney_.[77] And Mrs. _Hoadly_ has a scene of _Ranger_ and _Clarinda_ in _The Suspicious Husband_; and the late Chancellor _Hoadly_ repeating a song to Dr. _Greene_, for him to compose; both by _Hogarth_. The first of these is an indifferent picture, and contains very inadequate likenesses of the persons represented. One of the best portraits _Hogarth_ ever painted, is at _Lichfield_. It is of a gentleman with whom he was very intimate, and at whose houses at _Mortlake_ and in _Ironmongers-Lane_ he spent much of his time--Mr. _Joseph Porter_, of _London_, merchant, who died _April_ 7, 1749. Mrs. _Porter_ the sister of this gentleman (who was daughter of Dr. _Johnson's_ wife by a former husband) is in possession of the picture.--_John Steers_, esq. (of _The Paper Buildings_ in _The Temple_) has an auction by _Hogarth_, in which Dr. _Chauncey_, Dr. _Snagg_, and others, are introduced; and the Earl of _Exeter_ has a butcher's shop, with _Slack_ fighting, &c. Of _Hogarth's_ lesser plates many were destroyed. When he wanted a piece of copper on a sudden, he would take any from which he had already worked off such a number of impressions as he supposed he should sell. He then sent it to be effaced, beat out, or otherwise altered to his present purpose. The plates which remained in his possession were secured to Mrs. _Hogarth_ by his will, dated _August_ 12, 1764, chargeable with an annuity of 80 _l._ to his sister _Anne_,[78] who survived him. When, on the death of his other sister, she left off the business in which she was engaged (see, in the Catalogue, the first article among the "Prints of uncertain date,") he kindly took her home, and generously supported her, making her, at the same time, useful in the disposal of his prints. Want of tenderness and liberality to his relations was not among the failings of _Hogarth_. Of _Hogarth's_ drawings and contributions towards the works of others, perhaps a number, on enquiry, might be found. An acquaintance of his, the late worthy Mr. _John Sanderson_, architect, who repaired _Woburn Abbey_, as well as _Bedford House_ in _Bloomsbury-square_, possessed several of his curiosities. One was a sketch in black-lead of a celebrated young engraver (long since dead) in a salivation. The best that can be said of it is, that it was most disgustingly natural. Even the coarse ornaments on the corners of the blankets which enwrapped him, were characteristically expressed. Our artist seems to have repeated the same idea, though with less force, and fewer adjuncts, in the third of his Election prints, where a figure swaddled up in flannel is conveyed to the hustings. Two other works, viz. a drawing in _Indian_ ink, and a painting in oil colours, exhibited _Bedford House_ in different points of view; the figures only by _Hogarth_. Another represented the corner of a street, with a man drinking under the spout of a pump, and heartily angry with the water, which, by issuing out too fast, and in too great quantities, had deluged his face. Our great painter had obliged Mr. _Sanderson_ with several other comic sketches, &c. but most of them had been either begged or stolen, before the communicator of these particulars became acquainted with him. In the year 1745, _Launcelot Burton_ was appointed naval officer at _Deal. Hogarth_ had seen him by accident; and on a piece of paper, previously impressed by a plain copper-plate, drew his figure with a pen, in imitation of a coarse etching. He was represented on a lean _Canterbury_ hack, with a bottle sticking out of his pocket; and underneath was an inscription, intimating that he was going down to take possession of his place. This was inclosed to him in a letter; and some of his friends, who were in the secret, protested the drawing to be a print which they had seen exposed to sale at the shops in _London_; a circumstance that put him in a violent passion, during which he wrote an abusive letter to _Hogarth_, whose name was subscribed to the work. But, after poor _Burton's_ tormentors had kept him in suspence throughout an uneasy three weeks, they proved to him that it was no engraving, but a sketch with a pen and ink. He then became so perfectly reconciled to his resemblance, that he shewed it with exultation to Admiral _Vernon_, and all the rest of his friends. In 1753, _Hogarth_ returning with Dr. _Morell_ from a visit to Mr. _Rich_ at _Cowley_, stopped his chariot, and got out, being struck by a large drawing (with a coal) on the wall of an alehouse. He immediately made a sketch of it with triumph; it was a St. _George and the Dragon_, all in strait lines. _Hogarth_ made one essay in sculpture. He wanted a sign to distinguish his house in _Leicester-fields_; and thinking none more proper than the _Golden Head_, he, out of a mass of cork made up of several thicknesses compacted together, carved a bust of _Vandyck_, which he gilt and placed over his door. It is long since decayed, and was succeeded by a head in plaster, which has also perished; and is supplied by a head of Sir _Isaac Newton. Hogarth_ modelled another resemblance of _Vandyck_ in clay; which is likewise destroyed. It is very properly observed by Mr. _Walpole_, that "If ever an author wanted a commentary, that none of his beauties might be lost, it is _Hogarth_; not from being obscure (for he never was that but in two or three of his first prints, where transient national follies, as Lotteries, Free-masonry, and the _South Sea_, were his topics) but for the use of foreigners, and from a multiplicity of little incidents, not essential to, but always heightening the principal action. Such is the spider's web extended over the poor's box in a parish church; the blunders in architecture in the nobleman's seat, seen through the window, in the first print of _Marriage à la Mode_; and a thousand in the Strollers dressing in a barn, which, for wit and imagination, without any other aid, is perhaps the best of all his works; as, for useful and deep satire, that on the Methodists is the most sublime. _Rouquet_, the enameller, published a _French_ explanation, though a superficial one, of many of his prints, which, it was said, he had drawn up for the use of Marshal _Belleisle_, then a prisoner in _England_." However great the deficiencies in this work may be, it was certainly suggested by _Hogarth_, and drawn up at his immediate request. I receive this information from undoubted authority. Some of the circumstances explanatory of the plates, he communicated; the rest he left to be supplied by _Rouquet_ his near neighbour, who lived in the house at which _Gardelle_ the enameller afterwards lodged, and murdered his landlady Mrs. _King. Rouquet_, who (as I learn from Mr. _Walpole_) was a _Swiss_ of _French_ extraction, had formerly published a small tract on the state of the Arts in _England_, and another, intituled "L'Art de peinture en fromage ou en ramequin, 1755;" 12mo. (V. "La _France_ litteraire, ou Dictionaire des Auteurs _François_ vivans, par _M. Formey_, 1757.") On the present occasion he was liberally paid by _Hogarth_, for having cloathed his sentiments and illustrations in a foreign dress. This pamphlet was designed, and continues to be employed, as a constant companion to all such sets of his prints as go abroad. Only the letter descriptive of the _March to Finchley_ was particularly meant for the instruction of Marshal _Belleisle_.[79] It was added after the three former epistles had been printed off, and before the plate was published. The entire performance, however, in my opinion, exhibits very strong marks of the vivacious compiler's taste, country, and prejudices. Indeed many passages must have been inserted without the privity of his employer, who had no skill in the _French_ language. That our _clergy_ always _affect to ride on white horses_, and other remarks of a similar turn, &c. &c. could never have fallen from the pen of _Hogarth_, or any other _Englishman_. This epistle bears also internal evidence to the suggestions _Rouquet_ received from _Hogarth_. Are not the self-congratulations and prejudices of our artist sufficiently visible in the following passage? "Ce Tableau dis-je a le defaut d'etre encore tout brillant de cette ignoble fraîcheur qu'on decouvre dans la nature, et _qu'on ne voit jamais dans les cabinets bien célèbres. Le tems ne l'a point encore obscurci de cette decte fumée, de ce usage sacré, qui le cachera quelque jour aux yeux profanes du vulgaire, pour ne laisser voir ses beautés qu'aux initiés._" The title of this performance, is, "Lettres de Monsieur * * à un de ses Amis à _Paris_, pour lui expliquer les Estampes de Monsieur _Hogarth_.--Imprimé à _Londres_: et se vend chez _R. Dodsley_, dans _Pall Mall_; et chez _M. Cooper_, dans _Paternoster Row_, 1746." (Le prix est de douze sols.) I should here observe, that this pamphlet affords only descriptions of the _Harlot's_ and _Rake's Progress, Marriage à la Mode,_ and the _March to Finchley_. Nine other plates, viz. the _Modern Midnight Conversation_, the _Distressed Poet_, the _Enraged Musician,_ the _Fair, Strolling Actresses dressing in a Barn,_ and the _Four Times of the Day,_ are enumerated without particular explanation. I am authorized to add, that _Hogarth_, not long before his death, had determined, in compliance with the repeated solicitations of his customers, to have this work enlarged and rendered into _English_, with the addition of ample comments on all his performances undescribed by _Rouquet_. "_Hogarth_ Moralised"[80] will however in some small degree (a very small one) contribute to preserve the memory of those temporary circumstances which Mr. _Walpole_ is so justly apprehensive will be lost to posterity. Such an undertaking indeed, requires a more intimate acquaintance with fleeting customs, and past occurrences, than the compiler of this work can pretend to. Yet enough has been done by him to awaken a spirit of enquiry, and point out the means by which it may be farther gratified. The works of _Hogarth_, as his elegant biographer has well observed, are his history;[81] and the curious are highly indebted to Mr. _Walpole_ for a catalogue of prints, drawn up from his own valuable collection, in 1771. But as neither that catalogue, nor his appendix to it in 1780, have given the whole of Mr. _Hogarth's_ labours, I hope that I shall not be blamed if, by including Mr. _Walpole's_ catalogue, I have endeavoured from later discoveries of our artist's prints in other collections, to arrange them in chronological order. It may not be unamusing to trace the rise and progress of a Genius so strikingly original. _Hogarth_ gave first impressions of all his plates to his late friends the Rev. Mr. _Townley_ and Dr. _Isaac Schomberg_.[82] Both sets were sold since the death of these gentlemen. That which was Dr. _Schomberg's_ became the property of the late Sir _John Chapman_, baronet; and passed after his death into the hands of his brother, the late Sir _William Chapman_. I should add, indeed, that our artist never sorted his impressions, selecting the slight from the strong ones: so that they who wish to possess any equal series of his prints, must pick it out of different sets. A portrait of _Samuel Martin_, esq. the antagonist of Mr. _Wilkes_, which Mr. _Hogarth_ had painted for his own use, he gave as a legacy to Mr. _Martin_. Mrs. _Baynes_, of _Kneeton-Hall_, near _Richmond, Yorkshire,_ has an original picture by _Hogarth_, four feet two inches long, by two feet four inches wide. It is a landscape, with several figures; a man driving sheep; a boat upon a piece of water, and a distant view of a town. This picture was bought in _London_, by her father, many years ago. At Lord _Essex's_ sale, in _January_ 1777, Mr. _Garrick_ bought a picture by _Hogarth_, being the examination of the recruits before the justices _Shallow_ and _Silence_. For this, it was said in the news-papers, he gave 350 guineas. I have since been told, that remove the figure 3, and the true price paid by the purchaser remains. In private he allowed that he never gave the former of these sums, though in the public prints he did not think such a confession necessary. It was in reality an indifferent performance, as those of _Hogarth_ commonly were, when he strove to paint up to the ideas of others. Mr. _Browning_, of _King's College, Cambridge,_ has a small picture by _Hogarth_, representing _Clare-Market_. It seems to have been one of our artist's early performances. There are three large pictures by _Hogarth_, over the altar in the church of _St. Mary Redcliff_ at _Bristol_; the sealing of the sacred Sepulchre, the Ascension, and the three _Maries_, &c. A sum of money was left to defray the expence of these ornaments, and it found its way into _Hogarth's_ pocket. The original sketches in oil for these performances, are now at Mrs. _Hogarth's_ house in _Leicester-fields_. In Lord _Grosvenor's_ house, at _Milbank, Westminster_, is a small painting by our artist on the following subject. A boy's paper-kite in falling become entangled with furze: the boy arrives just as a crow is tearing it in pieces. The expression in his face is worthy of _Hogarth_. _Hogarth_ was also supposed to have had some hand in the exhibition of signs,[83] projected above 20 years ago by _Bonnel Thornton_, of festive memory; but I am informed, that he contributed no otherwise towards this display, than by a few touches of chalk. Among the heads of distinguished personages, finding those of the King of _Prussia_ and the Empress of _Hungary_, he changed the cast of their eyes so as to make them leer significantly at each other. This is related on the authority of Mr. _Colman_. Mr. _Richardson_ ("now," as Dr. _Johnson_ says, "better known by his books than his pictures," though his colouring is allowed to be masterly) having accounted for some classical quotations in his notes on _Milton_, unlearned as he was, by his son's assisting him as a telescope does the eye in astronomy; _Hogarth_ shewed him with a telescope looking through his son (in no very decent attitude) at a _Virgil_ aloft on a shelf; but afterwards destroyed the plate, and recalled the prints. Qu. if any remain, and what date?--I much question whether this subject was ever thrown upon copper, or meant for the public eye. In the "Nouveau Dictionnaire Historique, _Caen_, 1783," our artist is thus characterized: "Ses compositions sont mal dessinées & foiblement colories; mais ce sont des tableaux parlans de diverses scènes comiques ou morales de la vie. Il avoit négligé le méchanisme de son art, c'est à-dire, les traits du pinceau, le rapport des parties entr'elles, l'effèt du clare obscure, l'harmonie du coloris, &c. pour s'élever jusqu'à la perfection de ce méchanisme, c'est à-dire, au poétique & au moral de la peinture. 'Je reconnois,' disoit-il, 'tout le monde pour juge compétent de mes tableaux, excepté les connoisseurs de profession.' Un seul exemple prouvera combien réussit. Il avoit fait graver une estampe, dans laquelle il avoit exprimé avec énergie les différens tourmens qu'on fait éprouver aux animaux. Un charrier fouettoit un jour ses chevaux avec beaucoup de dureté; un bon homme, touché de pitié, lui dit, 'Miserable! tu n'as donc pas vu l'estampe d'_Hogarth_?' Il n'étoit pas seulement peintre, il fut écrivain. Il publia en 1750 un traité en _Anglois_, intitulé, '_Analyse de la Beauté_.' L'auteur pretend que les formes arrondies constituent la beauté du corps: principe vrai à certains égards, faux a plusieurs autres. _Voy._ sur cet artiste, la sécond volume du 'Mercure de France,' Janvier, 1770." Mr. _Peter Dupont_, a merchant, had the drawing of _Paul before Felix_, which he purchased for 20 guineas, and bound up with a set of _Hogarth's_ prints. The whole set was afterwards sold by auction, at _Baker's_, for 17 _l._ to Mr. _Ballard_ of _Little Britain_, in whose catalogue it stood some time marked at 25 _l._ and was parted with for less than that sum. The following original drawings, by _Hogarth_, are now in the collection of the Rev. Dr. _Lort_: A coloured sketch of a Family Picture, with ten whole-length figures, most insipidly employed. A Head of a Sleeping Child, in colours, as large as life, &c. &c. &c. When _Hogarth_ designed the print intituled _Morning_, his idea of an _Old Maid_ appears to have been adopted from one of that forlorn sisterhood, when emaciated by corroding appetites, or, to borrow _Dryden's_ more forcible language, by "agony of unaccomplished love." But there is in being, and perhaps in _Leicester-fields_, a second portrait by our artist, exhibiting the influence of the same misfortune on a more fleshy carcase. The ancient virgin[84] now treated of, is corpulent even to shapelessness. Her neck resembles a collar of brawn; and had her arms been admitted on the canvas, they must have rivalled in magnitude the thighs of the _Farnesian_ god. Her bosom, luckily for the spectator, is covered; as a display of it would have served only to provoke abhorrence. But what words can paint the excess of malice and vulgarity predominant in her visage!--an inflated hide that seems bursting with venom--a brow wrinkled by a _Sardonic_ grin that threatens all the vengeance an affronted Fury would rejoice to execute. Such ideas also of warmth does this mountain of quaggy flesh communicate, that, without hyperbole, one might swear she would parch the earth she trod on, thaw a frozen post-boy, or over-heat a glasshouse. "How dreadful," said a bystander, "would be this creature's hatred!" "How much more formidable," replied his companion, "would be her love!"--Such, however, was the skill of _Hogarth_, that he could impress similar indications of stale virginity on features directly contrasted, and force us to acknowledge one identical character in the brim-full and exhausted representative of involuntary female celibacy. Mr. _S. Ireland_ has likewise a sketch in chalk, on blue paper, of _Falstaff_ and his companions; two sketches intended for the "Happy Marriage;" a sketch for a picture to shew the pernicious effects of masquerading; sketch of King _George_ II. and the royal family; sketch of his present Majesty, taken hastily on seeing the new coinage of 1764; portrait of _Hogarth_ by himself, with a palette; of Justice _Welsh_;[85] of Sir _James Thornhill_; of Sir _Edward Walpole_;[86] of his friend _George Lambert_, the landscape-painter; of a boy; of a girl's head, in the character of _Diana_, finished according to _Hogarth's_ idea of beauty; of a black girl; and of Governor _Rogers_ and his family, a conversation-piece; eleven Sketches from Nature, designed for Mr. _Lambert_; four drawings of conversations at _Button's Coffee-house_; _Cymon_ and _Iphigenia_; two black chalk drawings (landscapes) given to Mr. _Kirby_ in 1762; three heads, slightly drawn with a pen by _Hogarth_, to exemplify his distinction between _Character_ and _Caricature_, done at the desire of Mr. _Townley_, whose son gave them to Dr. _Schomberg_; a landscape in oil: with several other sketches in oil. The late Mr. _Forrest_, of _York Buildings_, was in possession of a sketch in oil of our Saviour (designed as a pattern for painted glass), together with the original portrait of _Tibson_ the Laceman,[87] and several drawings descriptive of the incidents that happened during a five days tour by land and water. The parties were Messieurs _Hogarth, Thornhill_ (son of the late Sir _James_), _Scott_ (the ingenious landscape-painter of that name), _Tothall_,[88] and _Forrest_. They set out at midnight, at a moment's warning, from the _Bedford Arms_ Tavern, with each a shirt in his pocket. They had particular departments to attend to; _Hogarth_ and _Scott_ made the drawings; _Thornhill_ the map; _Tothall_ faithfully discharged the joint office of treasurer and caterer; and _Forrest_ wrote the journal. They were out five days only; and on the second night after their return, the book was produced, bound, gilt, and lettered, and read at the same tavern to the members of the club then present. Mr. _Forrest_ had also drawings of two of the members (_Gabriel Hunt_ and _Ben Read_), remarkable fat men, in ludicrous situations. Etchings from all these having been made in 1782, accompanied by the original journal in letter-press, an account of them will appear in the Catalogue under that year. A transcript of the journal was left in the hands of Mr. _Gostling_,[89] who wrote an imitation of it in _Hudibrastic_ verse; TWENTY COPIES only of which having been printed in 1781, as a literary curiosity,[90] I was requested by some of my friends to reprint it at the end of the second edition of this work. It had originally been kept back, in compliment to the writer of the prose journey; but, as that in the mean time had been given to the public by authority, to preserve the Tour in a more agreeable dress cannot, it is presumed, be deemed an impropriety. See the Appendix, N° III. [1] History of _Westmoreland_, Vol. I. p. 479. [2] "I must leave you to the annals of Fame," says Mr. _Walker_, the ingenious Lecturer on Natural Philosophy, who favoured me with these particulars, "for the rest of the anecdotes of this great Genius; and shall endeavour to shew you, that his family possessed similar talents, but they were destined, like the wild rose, "'To waste their sweetness in the desart air.' "Happy should I be to rescue from oblivion the name of _Ald Hogart_, whose songs and quibbles have so often delighted my childhood! These simple strains of this mountain _Theocritus_ were fabricated while he held the plough, or was leading his fewel from the hills. He was as critical an observer of nature as his nephew, for the narrow field he had to view her in: not an incident or an absurdity in the neighbourhood escaped him. If any one was hardy enough to break through any decorum of old and established repute; if any one attempted to over-reach his neighbour, or cast a leering eye at his wife; he was sure to hear himself sung over the whole parish, nay, to the very boundaries of the _Westmoreland_ dialect: so that his songs were said to have a greater effect on the manners of his neighbourhood, than even the sermons of the parson himself. "But his poetical talents were not confined to the incidents of his village. I myself have had the honour to bear a part in one of his plays (I say _one_, for there are several of them extant in MS. in the mountains of _Westmoreland_ at this hour). This play was called 'The Destruction of _Troy_.' It was written in metre, much in the manner of _Lopez de Vega_, or the ancient _French_ drama; the unities were not too strictly observed, for the siege of ten years was all represented; every hero was in the piece; so that the Dramatis Personæ consisted of every lad of genius in the whole parish. The wooden horse--_Hector_ dragged by the heels--the fury of _Diomed_--the flight of _Æneas_--and the burning of the city, were all represented. I remember not what Fairies had to do in all this; but as I happened to be about three feet high at the time of this still-talked-of exhibition, I personated one of these tiny beings. The stage was a fabrication of boards placed about six feet high, on strong posts; the green-room was partitioned off with the same materials; it's cieling was the azure canopy of heaven; and the boxes, pit, and galleries, were laid into one by the Great Author of Nature, for they were the green slope of a fine hill. Despise not, reader, this humble state of the provincial drama; let me tell you, there were more spectators, for three days together, than your three theatres in _London_ would hold; and let me add, still more to your confusion, that you never saw an audience half so well pleased. "The exhibition was begun with a grand procession, from the village to a great stone (dropt by the Devil about a quarter of a mile off, when he tried in vain to erect a bridge across _Windermere_; so the people, unlike the rest of the world, have remained a very good sort of people ever since). I say the procession was begun by the minstrels of five parishes, and were followed by a yeoman on bull-back--you stare!--stop then till I inform you that this adept had so far civilised his bull, that he would suffer the yeoman to mount his back, and even to play upon his fiddle there. The managers besought him to join the procession; but the bull, not being accustomed to much company, and particularly so much applause; whether he was intoxicated with praise; thought himself affronted, and made game of; or whether a favourite cow came across his imagination; certain it was, that he broke out of the procession; erected his tail, and, like another _Europa_, carried off the affrighted yeoman and his fiddle, over hedge and ditch, till he arrived at his own field. This accident rather inflamed than depressed the good humour arising from the procession; and the clown, or jack-pudding of the piece, availed himself so well of the incident, that the lungs and ribs of the spectators were in manifest danger. This character was the most important personage in the whole play: for his office was to turn the most serious parts of the drama into burlesque and ridicule: he was a compound of Harlequin and the Merry Andrew, or rather the Arch-fool of our ancient kings. His dress was a white jacket, covered with bulls, bears, birds, fish, &c. cut in various coloured cloth. His trowsers were decorated in like manner, and hung round with small bells; and his cap was that of Folly, decorated with bells, and an otter's brush impending. The lath sword must be of great antiquity in this island, for it has been the appendage of a jack-pudding in the mountains of _Westmoreland_ time out of mind. "The play was opened by this character with a song, which answered the double purpose of a play-bill and a a prologue, for his ditty gave the audience a foretaste of the rueful incidents they were about to behold; and it called out the actors, one by one, to make the spectators acquainted with their names and characters, walking round and round till the whole Dramatis Personæ made one great circle on the stage. The audience being thus become acquainted with the actors, the play opened with _Paris_ running away with _Helen_, and _Menelaus_ scampering after them; then followed the death of _Patroclus_, the rage of _Achilles_, the persuasions of _Ulysses_,&c. &c. and the whole interlarded with apt songs, both serious and comic, all the production of _Ald Hogart_. The bard, however, at this time had been dead some years, and I believe this Fete was a Jubilee to his memory; but let it not detract from the invention of Mr. _Garrick_, to say that his at _Stratford_ was but a copy of one forty years ago on the banks of _Windermere_. Was it any improvement, think you, to introduce several _bulls_ into the procession instead of one? But I love not comparisons, and so conclude. Yours, &c. ADAM WALKER." However _Ald Hogart_ might have succeeded in the dramatic line, and before a rustic audience, his poems of a different form are every way contemptible. Want of grammar, metre, sense, and decency, are their invariable characteristics. This opinion is founded on a thorough examination of a whole bundle of them, transmitted by a friend since the first publication of this work. [3] Vir Clarissime, Excusso _Malpighio_ intra sex vel plurimum septem septimanas te tamen per totum inconsulto, culpa est in Bibliopolam conferenda, qui adeo festinanter urgebat opus ut moras nectere nequivimus. Utut sit, tamen mihimet adulor me satis recte authoris & verba & mentem cepisse (diligenter enim noctes atque dies opere incubui ne tibi vel ulli regiorum tuorum sodalium molestus forem). Rudiora tamen quorum specimen infra exhibere placuit, & _Italico-Latina_, juxta præceptum tuum, _similia feci_ aliter si fecissem, totus fere liber mutationem sul iisset. Authorem tam pueriliter & barbare loquentem nunquam antehac evolvi quod meminerim; faciat ergo lector, ut solent nautæ, qui dum fœtet aqua, nares pilissando comprimunt, spretis enim verbis sensum, si quis est, attendat. Multa (infinita pœnè dixerim) authoris errata emendavi, quædam tamen non animadversa vereor; _Augeæ_ enim stabulum non nisi _Hercules_ repurgavit. Partem _Italico_ sermone conscriptam præetermitto, istam enim provinciam adornare suscepit Doctor _Pragestee Italus_; quam bene rem gessit, ipse viderit. Menda Typographica, spero, aut nulla, aut levia apparebunt. Tuam tamen & Regiæ Societatis censuram exoptat facilem, Tibi omni studio addictissimus, "RICHARDUS HOGARTH, ...Preli Curator." [4] He published "Grammar Disputations; or, an Examination of the eight parts of speech by way of question and answer, _English_ and _Latin_, whereby children in a very little time will learn, not only the knowledge of grammar, but likewise to speak and write _Latin_; as I have found by good experience. At the end is added a short Chronological index of men and things of the greatest note, alphabetically digested, chiefly relating to the Sacred and _Roman_ History, from the beginning of the World to the Year of Christ 1640, and downwards. Written for the use of schools of _Great-Britain_, by _Richard Hogarth_ Schoolmaster, 1712." This little book has also a _Latin_ title-page to the same purpose, "Disputationes Grammaticales, &c." and is dedicated, "Scholarchis, Ludimagistris, _et Hypodidascalis Magnæ Britanniæ_." [5] _Hogart_ was the family name, probably a corruption of _Hogherd_, for the latter is more like the local pronunciation than the first. This name disgusted Mrs. _Hogart_; and before the birth of her son, she prevailed upon her husband to liquify it into _Hogarth_. This circumstance was told to me by Mr. _Walker_, who is a native of _Westmoreland_. By Dr. _Morell_, I was informed that his real name was _Hoggard_, or _Hogard_, which, himself altered, by changing _d_ into ð, the Saxon _th_. [6] On what authority this is said, I am yet to learn. The registers of _St. Bartholomew the Great_, and of _St. Bartholomew the Less_, have both been searched for the same information, with fruitless solicitude. The school of _Hogarth's_ father, in 1712, was in the parish of _St. Martin's Ludgate_. In the register of that parish, therefore, the births of his children, and his own death, may probably be found.[A] [A] The register of _St. Martin's Ludgate_, has also been searched to no purpose. [7] This circumstance has, since it was first written, been verified by a gentleman who has often heard a similar account from one of the _last Head Assay-Masters_ at _Goldsmiths-Hall_, who was apprentice to a silversmith in the same street with _Hogarth_, and intimate with him during the greatest part of his life. [8] Universal Museum, 1764. p. 549. The same kind of revenge, however, was taken by _Verrio_, who, on the cieling of _St. George's Hall_ at _Windsor_, borrowed the face of Mrs. _Marriot_, the housekeeper, for one of the Furies. [9] This picture is noticed in the article _Thornhill_, in the _Biographia Britannica_, where, instead of _Wanstead_, it is called the _Wandsworth_ assembly. There seems to be a reference to it in "A Poetical Epistle to Mr. _Hogarth_, an eminent History and Conversation Painter," written _June_ 1730, and published by the author (Mr. _Mitchell_), with two other epistles, in 1731, 4to. "Large families obey your hand; _Assemblies_ rise at your command." Mr. _Hogarth_ designed that year the frontispiece to Mr. _Mitchell's_ Opera, _The Highland Clans_. [10] Of all these a more particular account will be given in the Catalogue annexed. [11] Brother to _Henry Overton_, the well-known publisher of ordinary prints, who lived over against _St. Sepulchre's Church_, and sold many of _Hogarth's_ early pieces coarsely copied, as has since been done by _Dicey_ in _Bow Church-yard_. [12] This conceit is borrowed from _Vanloo's_ picture of _Colley Cibber_, whose daughter has the same employment. [13] It appears that Mr. _G._ was dissatisfied with his likeness, or that some dispute arose between him and the painter, who then struck his pencil across the face, and damaged it. The picture was unpaid for at the time of his death. His widow then sent it home to Mr _Garrick_, without any demand. [14] Afterwards rector of _Crawley_ in _Hampshire_; author of "_Ben Mordecai's_ Letters," "Confusion worse confounded," and many other celebrated works. [15] He died of the small-pox, Aug. 12, 1729, and is said, in the "Political State," to have possessed 5000 l. a year. He married a sister of lord _Bateman_, by whom he left a son and two daughters. [16] I have heard that he continually took sketches from nature as he met with them, and put them into his works; and it is natural to suppose he did so. [17] See the Catalogue at the end of these Anecdotes. A very considerable number of personalities are there pointed out under the account of each plate in which they are found. [18] The late Mr _Cole_, of _Milton_, in his copy of these Memoirs, had written against the name of _Bambridge_, "Father to the late attorney of that name, a worthy son of such a father. He lived at _Cambridge_." And in a copy of the first edition on occasion of a note (afterwards withdrawn) which mentioned "Mr. _Baker's_ having quarrelled with _Hearne_;" Mr. _Cole_ wrote, "Mr. _Baker_ quarrelled with no man: he might coolly debate with Mr. _Hearne_ on a disputable point. It is, therefore, a misrepresentation of Mr. _Baker's_ private character, agreeable to the petulance of this age." [19] The wardenship of _The Fleet_, a patent office, was purchased of the earl of _Clarendon_, for 5000 _l._ by _John Huggins_, esq. who was in high favour with _Sunderland_ and _Craggs_, and consequently obnoxious to their successors. _Huggins's_ term in the patent was for his own life and his son's. But, in _August_ 1728, being far advanced in years, and his son not caring to take upon him so troublesome an office, he sold their term in the patent for the same sum it had cost him, to _Thomas Bambridge_ and _Dougal Cuthbert. Huggins_ lived to the age of 90. [20] Mr. _Rayner_, in his reading on Stat. 2 _Geo._ II. chap. 32. whereby _Bambridge_ was incapacitated to enjoy the office of warden of _The Fleet_, has given the reader a very circumstantial account, with remarks, on the notorious breaches of trust, &c. committed by _Bambridge_ and other keepers of _The Fleet-Prison_. For this publication, see _Worral's_ Bibliotheca Legum by _Brooke_, 1777, p. 16. "A report from the Committee appointed to enquire into the State of the Gaols of this Kingdom, relating to the _Marshalsea_ prison; with the Resolutions of the House of Commons thereupon," was published in 4to. 1729; and reprinted in 8vo, at _Dublin_ the same year. It appears by a MS. note of _Oldys_, cited in _British Topography_, vol. I. p. 636, that _Bambridge_ cut his throat 20 years after. [21] _William Huggins_, esq. of _Headly Park, Hants,_ well-known by his translation of the _Orlando Furioso_ of _Ariosto_. Being intended for holy orders, he was sent to _Magdalen College, Oxford,_ where he took the degree of M. A. _April_ 30, 1761; but, on the death of his elder brother in 1756, declined all thoughts of entering into the church. He died _July_ 2, 1761; and left in MS. a tragedy, a farce, and a translation of _Dante_, of which a specimen was published in the _British Magazine_, 1760. Some flattering verses were addressed to him in 1757, on his version of _Ariosto_; which are preserved in the _Gentleman's Magazine_, vol. XXVII. p. 180; but are not worth copying. The last Mr. _Huggins_ left an estate of 2000 _l._ a year to his two sons-in-law _Thomas Gatehouse_, Esq; and Dr. _Musgrave_ of _Chinnor_. [22] Sir _Francis Page's_, "Character," by _Savage_, thus gibbets him to public detestation: "Fair Truth, in courts where Justice should preside, Alike the Judge and Advocate would guide; And these would vie each dubious point to clear, To stop the widow's and the orphan's tear; Were all, like _Yorke_,[A] of delicate address, Strength to discern, and sweetness to express, Learn'd, just, polite, born every heart to gain, Like _Comyns_[B] mild; like _Fortescue_[C] humane, All-eloquent of truth, divinely known, So deep, so clear, all Science is his own. "Of heart impure, and impotent of head, In history, rhetoric, ethics, law, unread; How far unlike such worthies, once a drudge, From floundering in low cases, rose a Judge. Form'd to make pleaders laugh, his nonsense thunders, And on low juries breathes contagious blunders. His brothers blush, because no blush he knows, Nor e'er 'one uncorrupted finger shows.'[D] See, drunk with power, the circuit-lord exprest! Full, in his eye, his betters stand confest; Whose wealth, birth, virtue, from a tongue so loose, 'Scape not provincial, vile, buffoon abuse. Still to what circuit is assigned his name, There, swift before him, flies the warner--Fame. Contest stops short, Consent yields every cause To Cost; Delay endures them, and withdraws. But how 'scape prisoners? To their trial chain'd, All, all shall stand condemn'd, who stand arraign'd, Dire guilt, which else would detestation cause, Prejudg'd with insult, wondrous pity draws. But 'scapes e'en Innocence his harsh harangue? Alas!--e'en Innocence itself must hang; Must hang to please him, when of spleen possest, Must hang to bring forth an abortive jest. "Why liv'd he not ere Star-chambers had fail'd, When fine, tax, censure, all but law prevail'd; Or law, subservient to some murderous will, Became a precedent to murder still? Yet e'en when portraits did for traitors bleed, Was e'er the jobb to such a slave decreed, Whose savage mind wants sophist-art to draw, O'er murder'd virtue, specious veils of law? "Why, Student, when the bench your youth admits, Where, though the worst, with the best rank'd he sits; Where sound opinions you attentive write, As once a _Raymond_, now a _Lee_ to cite, Why pause you scornful when he dins the court? Note well his cruel quirks, and well report. Let his own words against himself point clear, Satire more sharp than verse when most severe." Nor was _Savage_ less severe in his prose. On the trial of this unfortunate poet, for the murder of _James Sinclair_ in 1727, Judge _Page_, who was then on the bench, treated him with his usual insolence and severity; and, when he had summed up the evidence, endeavoured to exasperate the jury, as Mr. _Savage_ used to relate it, with this eloquent harangue: "Gentlemen of the Jury, you are to consider that Mr. _Savage_ is a very great man, a much greater man than you or I, gentlemen of the jury; that he wears very fine cloaths, much finer cloaths than you or I, gentlemen of the jury; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury: but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case, gentlemen of the jury, that Mr. _Savage_ should therefore kill you or me, gentlemen of the jury?" _Pope_ also, _Horace_, B. II. Sat. r, has the following line: "Hard words or hanging, if your judge be _Page."_ And _Fielding_, in _Tom Jones_, makes _Partridge_ say, with great _naiveté_, after premising that judge _Page_ was a very brave man, and a man of great wit, "It is indeed charming sport to hear trials on life and death!" [A] Sir _Philip Yorke_, chief justice of the King's Bench, afterwards lord-chancellor and earl _Hardwicke_. [B] Sir _John Comyns_, chief baron of the Exchequer. [C] Hon. _William Fortescue_, then one of the justices of the court of Common Pleas, afterwards master of the Rolls. [D] "When _Page_ one uncorrupted finger shows." D. of WHARTON. [23] The truth and propriety of these strictures having been disputed by an ingenious correspondent in the _Public Advertiser_, his letter, with remarks on it, is subjoined by way of appendix to the present work. In this place performances of such a length would have interrupted the narrative respecting _Hogarth_ and his productions. See Appendix I. [24] In co'i Banco. WILLIAM HOGARTH, Plaintiff. JOSHUA MORRIS, Defendant. _Middlesex._ The Plaintiff declares, that on the 20th of _December_, 1727, at _Westminster_ aforesaid, Defendant was indebted to him 30 _l_. for painter's work, and for divers materials laid out for the said work; which Defendant faithfully promised to pay when demanded. Plaintiff also declares, that Defendant promised to pay for the said work and other materials, as much as the same was worth; and Plaintiff in fact says the same was worth other 30 _l_. Plaintiff also declares for another sum of 30 _l_ for money laid out and expended for Defendant's use, which he promised to pay. The said Defendant not performing his several promises, the Plaintiff hath brought this action to his damage 30 _l_. for which this action is brought. To which the Defendant hath pleaded _non assumpsit_ and thereupon issue is joined. CASE. The Defendant is an upholsterer and tapestry-worker, and was recommended to Plaintiff as a person skilful in painting patterns for that purpose; the Plaintiff accordingly came to Defendant, who informing him that he had occasion for a tapestry design of the Element of Earth, to be painted on canvas, Plaintiff told Defendant he was well skilled in painting that way, and promised to perform it in a workmanlike manner; which if he did, Defendant undertook to pay him for it twenty guineas. Defendant, soon after, hearing that Plaintiff was an engraver, and no painter, was very uneasy about the work, and ordered his servant to go and acquaint Plaintiff what he had heard; and Plaintiff then told the said servant, 'that it was a bold undertaking, for that he never did any thing of that kind before; and that, if his master did not like it, he should not pay for it.' That several times sending after Plaintiff to bring the same to Defendant's house, he did not think fit so to do; but carried the same to a private place where Defendant keeps some people at work, and there left it. As soon as Defendant was informed of it, he sent for it home, and consulted with his workmen whether the design was so painted as they could work tapestry by it, and they were all unanimous that it was not finished in a workmanlike manner, and that it was impossible for them to work tapestry by it. Upon this, Defendant sent the painting back to Plaintiff by his servant, who acquainted him, 'that the same did not answer the Defendant's purpose, and that it was of no use to him; but if he would finish it in a proper manner, Defendant would take it, and pay for it.' Defendant employs some of the finest hands in _Europe_ in working tapestry, who are most of them foreigners, and have worked abroad as well as here, and are perfect judges of performances of this kind. The Plaintiff undertook to finish said piece in a month, but it was near three months before he sent to the Defendant to view it; who, when he saw it, told him that he could not make any use of it, and was so disappointed for want of it, that he was forced to put his workmen upon working other tapestry that was not bespoke, to the value of 200 _l._ which now lies by him, and another painter is now painting another proper pattern for the said piece of tapestry. To prove the case as above set forth, call Mr. _William Bradshaw_. To prove the painting not to be performed in a workmanlike manner, and that it was impossible to make tapestry by it, and that it was of no use to Plaintiff, call Mr. _Bernard Dorrider_, Mr. _Phillips_, Mr. _De Friend_, Mr. _Danten_, and Mr. _Pajon_. By the counsel's memoranda on this brief it appears, that the witnesses examined for the Plaintiff were _Thomas King, Vanderbank, Le Gard, Thornhill,_ and _Cullumpton_. [25] _James Thornhill_, esq. serjeant-painter and history-painter to King _George_ I. In _June_ 1715, he agreed to paint the cupola of _St. Paul's_ church for 4000 _l._ and was knighted in _April_ 1720. In a flattering account given of him immediately after his death, which happened _May_ 13, 1734, in his 57th year, he is said to have been "the greatest history-painter this kingdom ever produced, witness his elaborate works in _Greenwich-Hospital_, the cupola of _St. Paul's_, the altar-pieces of _All-Souls College_ in _Oxford_, and in the church of _Weymouth_, where he was born; a cieling in the palace of _Hampton-Court_, by order of the late Earl of _Halifax:_ his other works shine in divers noblemens' and gentlemens' houses. His later years were employed in copying the rich cartoons of _Raphael_ in the gallery of _Hampton-Court_, which, though in decay, will be revived by his curious pencil, not only in their full proportions, but in many other sizes and shapes, he in a course of years had drawn them. He was chosen representative in the two last parliaments for _Weymouth_, and having, by his own industry, acquired a considerable estate, re-purchased the seat of his ancestors, which he re-edified and embellished. He was not only by patents appointed history-painter to their late and present majesties, but serjeant-painter, by which he was to paint all the royal palaces, coaches, barges, and the royal navy. This late patent he surrendered in favour of his only son _John Thornhill_, Esq. He left no other issue but one daughter, now the wife of Mr _Wm. Hogarth_, admired for his curious miniature conversation paintings. Sir _James_ has left a most valuable Collection of pictures and other curiosities." [26] He was called on this occasion, in the Craftsman, "Mr. _Hogarth_, an ingenious designer and engraver." [27] "_Pope_ published in 1731 a poem called _False Taste_, in which he very particularly and severely criticises the house, the furniture, the gardens, and the entertainments of _Timon_, a man of great wealth and little taste. By _Timon_ he was universally supposed, and by the Earl of _Burlington_, to whom the poem is addressed, was privately said to mean the Duke of _Chandos_; a man perhaps too much delighted with pomp and shew, but of a temper kind and beneficent, and who had consequently the voice of the publick in his favour. A violent outcry was therefore raised against the ingratitude and treachery of _Pope_, who was said to have been indebted to the patronage of _Chandos_ for a present of a thousand pounds, and who gained the opportunity of insulting him by the kindness of his invitation. The receipt of the thousand pounds _Pope_ publickly denied; but from the reproach which the attack on a character so amiable brought upon him, he tried all means of escaping. The name of _Cleland_ was employed in an apology, by which no man was satisfied; and he was at last reduced to shelter his temerity behind dissimulation, and endeavour to make that disbelieved which he never had confidence openly to deny. He wrote an exculpatory letter to the Duke, which was answered with great magnanimity, as by a man who accepted his excuse without believing his professions. He said, that to have ridiculed his taste, or his buildings, had been an indifferent action in another man; but that in _Pope_, after the reciprocal kindness that had been exchanged between them, it had been less easily excused." _Dr. Johnson, in his Life of Pope._ [28] That Sir _John Gonson_ took a very active part against the Ladies of Pleasure, is recorded by more than one of their votaries: In "A View of the Town, 1735," by Mr. _T. Gilbert_, a fellow of _Peter House Cambridge_, and an intimate companion of _Loveling_,[A] I meet with these lines: "Though laws severe to punish guilt were made, What honest man is of these laws afraid? All felons against judges will exclaim, As harlots startle at a _Gonson's_ name." The magistrate entering with his myrmidons was designed as the representative of this gentleman, whose vigilance on like occasions is recorded in the following elegant Sapphic Ode, by Mr. _Loveling_. This gentleman was educated at _Winchester-school_, became a commoner of _Trinity College, Oxford_, was ordained deacon, lived gaily, and died young. His style, however, appears to have been formed on a general acquaintance with the language of _Roman_ poetry; nor do any of his effusions betray that poverty of expression so conspicuous in the poems of _Nicholas Hardinge_, esq. who writes as if _Horace_ was the only classic author he had ever read. Ad _Johannem Gonsonum_, Equitem. Pellicum, _Gonsone_, animosus hostis, Per minus castas _Druriæ_ tabernas Lenis incedens, abeas _Diones_ Æquus alumnis! Nuper (ah dictu miserum!) _Olivera_ Flevit ereptas viduata mœchas, Quas tuum vidit genibus minores Ante tribunal. Dure, cur tantâ in _Veneris_ ministras Æstuas irâ? posito furore Huc ades, multà & prece te vocantem Gratior audi! Nonne sat mœchas malè feriatas Urget infestis fera sors procellis? Adderis quid tu ulterior puellis Causa doloris? Incolunt, eheu! thalamos supernos, Nota quæ sedes fuerat Poetis; Nec domum argento gravis, ut solebat, Dextra revertit. Nympha quæ nuper nituit theatro, Nunc stat obscuro misera angiportu, Supplici vellens tunicam rogatque Voce _Lyæum_. Te voco rebus _Druriæ_ mentis; Voci communi _Britonum_ Juventus Te vocat, nunc ô! dare te benignum Incipe votis. Singulum tunc dona feret lupanar: Liberum mittet _Rosa_ Lusitanum, Gallici _Haywarda_ et generosa mittet Munera _Bacchi_. Sive te forsan moveat libido, Aridis pellex requiescet ulnis, Callida effœtas renovare lento Verbere vires. The same poet, speaking of the exhilarating effects of Gin, which had just been an object of Parliamentary notice, has the following stanza: Utilis mœchae fuit & Poetæ; Sprevit hinc Vates Dolopum catervas, Mœcha _Gonsonum_ tetricâ minantem Fronte laborem. Thus, between the poet and the painter, the fame of our harlot-hunting Justice is preserved. But as a slave anciently rode in the same chariot with the conqueror, the memory of a celebrated street-robber and highwayman will descend with that of the magistrate to posterity, _James Dalton's_ wig-box being placed on the tester of the Harlot's bed. I learn from the _Grubstreet Journal_, that he was executed on the 12th of _May_, 1730. Sir _John Gonson_ died _January_ 9, 1765. He was remarkable for the charges which he used to deliver to the grand juries, which are said to have been written by Orator _Henley_. The following puffs, or sneers, concerning them, are found in the first number of the _Grubstreet Journal_, dated _January_ 8, 1730. "Yesterday began the General Quarter Sessions, &c. when Sir _John Gonson_, being in the chair, gave a most _incomparable, learned,_ and _fine_ charge to the Grand Jury." _Daily Post_. "The _Morning Post_ calls Sir _John's_ charge _excellent, learned_ and _loyal_. The _Evening Post_ calls it an _excellent lecture_ and _useful charge_." Three of these performances had been published in 1728.[B] Sir _John's_ name is also preserved in Mr _Pope's_ works: "Talkers I've learn'd to bear: _Motteux_ I knew; _Henley_ himself I've heard, and _Budgell_ too. The Doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues A pedant makes, the storm of _Gonson's_ lungs." Fourth Sat. of Dr. _Donne_ versified. [A] In the collection of _Loveling's_ Poems, 1741, are two by _Gilbert. Loveling_ also addressed a poem, not printed in his works, "_Gilberto suo_," and in _Gilbert's_ Poems, published 1747, is "A familiar Epistle to my friend _Ben Loveling_." [B] One charge by Sir _John Gonson_ is in the Political State, vol. XXXV. p. 50; and two others in vol. XXXVI. pp 314. 333. [29] It was customary in _Hogarth's_ family to give these fans to the maids. [30] Among the small articles of furniture in the scenes of _Hogarth_, a few objects may speedily become unintelligible, because their archetypes, being out of use, and of perishable natures, can no longer be found. Such is the _Dare for Larks_ (a circular board with pieces of looking-glass inserted in it), hung up over the chimney-piece of the _Distress'd Poet_; and the _Jews Cake_ (a dry tasteless biscuit perforated with many holes, and formerly given away in great quantities at the Feast of Passover), generally used only as a fly-trap, and hung up as such against the wall in the sixth plate of the _Harlot's Progress_. I have frequently met with both these articles in mean houses. [31] The fire began at the house of Mrs. _Calloway_, who kept a brandy-shop. This woman was committed to _Newgate_, it appearing among other circumstances, that she had threatened "to be even with the landlord for having given her warning, and that she would have a bonfire on the 20th of _June_, that should warm all her rascally neighbours." [32] _Hogarth_ attempted to improve it, but without much success. The additional figures are quite episodical. See the Catalogue. [33] In _Seymour's_ history of _London_, vol. II. p. 883. is the following notice of our artist: "Among the Governors of _St. Bartholomew's Hospital_, was lately chosen Mr. _William Hogarth_ the celebrated printer, who, we are told, designs to paint the stair-case of the said hospital, and thereby become a benefactor to it, by giving his labour gratis." [34] He bought up great quantities of the copies of his works; and they still remain in possession of his widow. The "Harlot's" and the "Rake's" Progress, in a smaller size than the original, were published, with his permission, by _Thomas Bakewell_, a printseller, near the _Horn Tavern, Fleet-street_. [35] Of the _Harlot's Progress_ I have seen no less than eight piratical imitations. [36] _Lord Gardenston_, one of the lords of session in _Scotland_, on delivering his opinion in the court of session upon the question of literary property, in the cause of _Hinton_ and _Donaldson_ and others, all booksellers, in _July_ 1773 thus introduced the works of _Hogarth_: "There is nothing can be more similar than the work of engraving is to literary composition. I will illustrate this proposition by the works of Mr _Hogarth_, who, in my humble opinion, is the only true original artist which this age has produced in _England_. There is hardly any character of an excellent author, which is not justly applicable to his works. What composition, what variety, what sentiment, what fancy, invention, and humour, we discover in all his performances! In every one of them an entertaining history, a natural description of characters, and an excellent moral. I can read his works over and over, _Horace's_ characteristic of excellency in writing, _decies repetita placebit_; and every time I peruse them, I discover new beauties, and feel fresh entertainment: can I say more in commendation of the literary compositions of a _Butler_ or a _Swift_? There is great authority for this parallel; the legislature has considered the works of authors and engravers in the same light; they have granted the same protection to both; and it is remarkable, that the act of parliament for the protection of those who invent new engravings, or prints, is almost in the same words with the act for the protection and encouragement of literary compositions." This is taken from a 4to pamphlet, published in 1774 by _James Boswell_, esq. advocate, one of the counsel in the cause. [37] "That _Huggins_ penned the statute, I was told by Mr. _Hogarth_ himself. The determination of Lord _Hardwicke_ was thus occasioned. _Jefferys_, the printseller at the corner of _St. Martin's Lane_, had employed an artist to draw and engrave a print representing the _British_ Herring Fishery; and, having paid him for it, took an assignment of the right to the property in it accruing to the artist by the act of parliament. The proprietors of one of the magazines pirated it in a similar size, and _Jefferys_ brought his bill for an injunction, to which the defendants demurred: and, upon argument of the demurrer, the same was allowed, for the reason abovementioned, and the bill dismissed. _Hogarth_ attended the hearing; and lamented to me that he had employed _Huggins_ to draw the act, adding, that, when he first projected it, he hoped it would be such an encouragement to engraving and printselling, that printsellers would soon become as numerous as bakers' shops; which hope, notwithstanding the above check, does at this time seem to be pretty nearly gratified." _For this note my readers are indebted to Sir_ John Hawkins. [38] "What Caricatura is in painting," says _Fielding_, "Burlesque is in writing; and in the same manner the comic writer and painter correlate to each other. And here I shall observe, that as in the former the painter seems to have the advantage; so it is in the latter infinitely on the side of the writer: for the Monstrous is much easier to paint than describe, and the Ridiculous to describe than paint. And though perhaps this latter species doth not in either science so strongly affect and agitate the muscles as the other; yet it will be owned, I believe, that a more rational and useful pleasure arises to us from it." [39] This idea originally occurred in _Colley Cibber's Apology_. From thence it was transplanted by _Lloyd_ into his celebrated poem intituled _The Actor_. Lying thus in the way of _Garrick_, he took it up for the use of the _prologue_ already quoted. Lastly, Mr. _Sheridan_, in his beautiful _Monody_, condescended to borrow it, only because it spared him the labour of unlocking the richer storehouse of his own imagination. I may however remark that _Cibber_, when he suggested this mortifying reflection, had more reason on his side than some of his successors who have indulged themselves in the same dolorous strain of complaint. To whatever oblivion the celebrated actors of the last age have been resigned, the pencil of _Hogarth, Dance, Zoffani,_ and _Reynolds_, had left Mr. _Garrick_ not the slightest reason to be apprehensive that, in his own particular case, the art and the artist would alike be forgotten. Meanwhile, let our heroes of the stage be taught to moderate their anxiety for posthumous renown, by a recollection that their peculiar modes of excellence will, at least, be as well preserved to futurity as those of the lords _Chatham_ and _Mansfield_, whose talents, perhaps, might support an equal claim to perpetuation. [40] Dr. _M._ once observed to _J. N._ in a letter on this subject, "In the 13th chapter I was somewhat puzzled with the _flat_ and _round_, or the _concave_ and _convex_, appearing the reverse; till the sun happily shining in upon the cornice, I had a fair example of what he intended to express. The next chapter, with regard to _colouring_, did not go on quite so smooth; for, if I satisfied _him_, I was not satisfied _myself_ with his peculiar principles; nor could I relish his laying the blame on the _colourmen_, &c." [41] One exception to this remark occurs in the _Gentleman's Magazine_ for 1754, p. 14; where the reviewer of the Analysis observes, that it is "a book written with that precision and perspicuity which can only result from a perfect knowledge of his subject in all its extent. His rules are illustrated by near two hundred figures, engraved by himself; the knowledge which it contains is universally useful, and as all terms of art are avoided, the language will be universally understood. The player and the dancing-master, whom others consider as patterns of just action and genteel deportment, are not less instructed than the statuary and the painter; nor is there any species of beauty or elegance that is not here investigated and analysed. "A book, by which the author has discovered such superiority, could scarce fail of creating many enemies; those who admit his Analysis to be just, are disposed to deny that it is new. Though in the year 1745, having drawn a serpentine line on a painter's pallet, with these words under it, 'the line of beauty,' as a frontispiece to his prints, no _Egyptian_ hieroglyphic ever produced greater variety of speculation; both painters and sculptors then came to enquire the meaning of a symbol, which they soon pretended to have been their old acquaintance; though the account they could give of its properties were scarce so satisfactory as that of a day-labourer, who constantly uses the _lever_, could give of that instrument, as a mechanical power. The work, however, will live when these cavils are forgotten; and except the originals, of which it is pretended to be a copy, are produced, there is no question but that the name of the author will descend to posterity with that honour which competitors only can wish to withhold." It should be observed, however, that the general decision on _Hogarth's_ performance may be just. Certain we are, that it has not been reversed by the opinion of the First of our Modern Painters. [42] The _Analysis_ itself however affords sufficient specimens of inaccuracy in spelling. Thus we have (pref. p. xix.) _Syclamen_ instead of _Cyclamen_; (p. 44.) calc_i_donian for C_h_alc_e_donian; (p. 65.) nuckles for _k_nuckles; (p. 97.) Iris_h_-stitch for Iris-stitch, &c. &c. In the sheets that contain these errors, it is easy to conceive that _Hogarth_ must have been his own corrector of the press. [43] It is so extraordinary for an illiterate person to ridicule inaccuracy of spelling, that this might probably be a real blunder. [44] Some account of this work will be given in a future page. [45] See a note on _Marriage-a-la-Mode_ (under the year 1745); from whence it sufficiently appears, that _indelicacies_, &c. had been imputed to _Hogarth's_ performances, and that, therefore, when he advertised the six plates of _Marriage-a-la-Mode_, he thought it necessary to assure the public that no _indelicacy, indecency,_ or _personality_, would be found in any of these representations. [46] The exigence of this card having been doubted, it is engraved in our title-page, from the original now in _Charles Street, Grosvenor Square_, in the possession of Dr. _Wright_. [47] This pun reminds us of a similar one from _Garth_ to _Rowe_, who making repeated use of his snuff-box, the _Doctor_ at last sent it to him with the two _Greek_ letters written on the lid, Φ, ρ, (_Phi, Ro_). At this the sour _Dennis_ was so provoked, as to declare, that "a man who could make such a vile pun, would not scruple to pick a pocket." [48] The cat spitting at the dog is a circumstance in the fourth plate of _Industry and Idleness_, where it is naturally introduced. The dog attends on a porter who is bringing in goods; and the warehouse cat, who considers this animal as an invader, is preparing to defend her person and premises. [49] When this ample, nay, redundant, apology by Dr. _Joseph Warton_ first made its appearance, _Hogarth_ was highly delighted with as much of it as he understood. But, not knowing the import of the word ΗθΟΣ [Greek: Ethos], he hastened to his friends for information. All, in their turn, sported with his want of skill in the learned languages; first telling him it was Greek for one strange thing, and then for another, so that his mind remained in a state of suspence; as, for aught he knew to the contrary, some such meaning might lie under these crooked letters, as would overset the compliments paid him in the former parts of the paragraph. No short time, therefore, had passed before he could determine whether he ought to retract or continue his charge against his adversary: but it was at last obliterated. For several months afterwards, however, poor _Hogarth_ never praised his provision or his wine, without being asked what proportion of the ΗθΟΣ [Greek: Ethos] he supposed to be in either. [50] An engraving from this picture may be expected from Mr. _Livesay_. [51] A polite gentleman, of great learning, and much esteemed. He had some good pictures, and a very fine library, in the great house at _Peckham_ (formerly inhabited by Lord _Trevor_), which, together with a considerable estate there, was bequeathed to him by his aunt Mrs. _Hill_. [52] See the names of the purchasers, and prices of this collection, in the _Gentleman's Magazine_, 1758, p. 225. [53] He painted the heart from an injected one provided for him by _Cæsar Hawkins_ the surgeon; and, on the authority of repeated inspection, I venture to affirm, that the fingers of _Sigismunda_ are unstained with blood, and that neither of her hands is employed in rending ornaments from her head, or any other part of her person. In this instance Mr. _Walpole's_ memory must have failed him, as I am confident that his misrepresentation was undesigned. It is whispered (we know not with how much truth) that Mrs. _H._ was hurt by this description of the picture, and that she returned no thanks for the volume that contains it, when it was sent to her as a present by its author. It should seem that she still designs to dispose of this ill-fated performance, and thinks that its reputation required no additional blast. I have reprinted this note, without correction, that I might thereby obtain the fairer opportunity of doing justice to Mr. _Walpole_, concerning the faithfulness of whose memory I had ventured to express a doubt. Genuine information is not always to be had; nor shall I hesitate a moment to apologize for the fallaciousness of mine. The fingers of _Sigismunda_ were _originally_ stained with blood. This indelicate and offensive circumstance was pointed out by some intelligent friend to _Hogarth_, who reluctantly effaced it. A correspondent, however, on reading this work, has furnished an additional reason why the lady already mentioned may be offended by the severity of Mr. _Walpole's_ strictures on _Sigismunda_. "It has been whispered that Count _Guiscard's_ widow was a copy from the _daughter of Sir James Thornhill_. If this circumstance be true, the very accomplished Critick of _Strawberry Hill_ will own at least that her wrath and _Juno's_ had the same provocation, '_Judiciam Paridis, spretæque injuria formæ_.' Impartiality, however, obliges us to add, that Mrs. _Hogarth_, though in years, is still a very fine woman; and that Mr. _Walpole's_ idea of what a picture of _Sigismunda_ ought to express, is poetically conceived, and delivered with uncommon elegance and force of language. The _sober grief_, the _dignity of suppressed anguish_, the _involuntary tear_, the _settled meditation on the fate she meant to meet_, and the _amorous warmth turned holy by despair_, are words that fill the place of colours, supply all the imperfections of _Hogarth's_ design, and succeed even where a _Furino_ or a _Correggio_ may have failed." [54] This circumstance was ridiculed in a grotesque print, called _A Harlot blubbering over a bullock's heart. By William Hogart._ [55] "Many causes may vitiate a writer's judgement of his own works. On that which has cost him much labour he sets a high value, because he is unwilling to think that he has been diligent in vain; what has been produced without toilsome efforts is considered with delight, as a proof of vigorous faculties and fertile invention; and the last work, whatever it be, has necessarily most of the grace of novelty. _Milton_, however it happened, had this prejudice, and had it to himself." Dr. JOHNSON. [56] _Sigismunda_, however, though she missed of judicious admirers, had, at least, the good fortune to meet with a flatterer in the late Mr. _Robert Lloyd_, whose poem intituled _Genius, Envy,_ and _Time,_ addressed to _William Hogarth_, esq. has the following lines. _Time_ is the speaker. "While _Sigismunda's_ deep distress Which looks the soul of wretchedness, When I, with slow and softening pen, Have gone o'er all the tints agen, Shall urge a bold and proper claim, To level half the ancient fame; While future ages, yet unknown, With critic air shall proudly own Thy _Hogarth_ first of every clime For humour keen, or strong sublime, &c." It is but justice, on one hand, to add, that when _Lloyd_ wrote this eulogium, he was not yet enlisted under the banners of fashion; but impartiality, on the other hand, requires we should observe that, having, like _Hogarth_, seen few pictures by the best masters, he was treating of an art he did not understand. The authors of the _Monthly Review_ are of opinion, that _Mr. Walpole_ speaks too contemptuously of _Sigismunda_, and that there is no ground for the insinuation that the person for whom it was painted thought meanly of it. "We have in our possession (say they) a letter to _Hogarth_ from the noble person referred to, in which he expresses himself in the following terms;--_I really think the performance so striking and inimitable, that the constantly having it before one's eyes, would be often occasioning melancholy ideas to arise in one's mind, which, a curtain being drawn before it, would not diminish in the least._" Surely this epistle, if genuine, was ironical. Or shall we suppose that, afterwards, his lordship only saw the picture through the disgusting medium of the price? Mr. _Wilkes's_ opinion of the piece will be best conveyed in his own words, which are therefore copied in p. 81. Dr. _Morell_, an intimate friend of Mr. _Hogarth_, who was applied to for information, returned for answer: "His excellencies, as well as his foibles, are so universally known, that I cannot add to the former, and would not, if I could, to the latter. I should think we lived in a very ill-natured world, if the whims and follies in a man's life were to be exposed, and his oddities and mistakes, _ubi plura nitent_, seriously condemned. But the unhappy affair of _Sigismunda_ requires animadversion. And I will venture to say that even this _Sigismunda_ would not have deserved so many hard things as have been said of it, if Mr. _Hogarth_ had timely and properly observed the caution--_Manum de Tabula_. But it was so altered, upon the criticism of one Connoisseur or another; and especially when, relying no longer upon strength of genius, he had recourse to the _feigned_ tears and _fictitious_ woe of a female friend; that, when it appeared at the exhibition, I scarce knew it again myself, and from a passable picture it became little better than the wretched figure here represented. In my opinion, I never saw a finer resemblance of flesh and blood, while the canvas was warm, I mean _wet_; but, like that of real flesh, as soon as it was chilled, the beauty wore off. And this, he said, could not be helped, as no colours, but those of pure nature, as _ultramarine_, &c. would keep their natural brightness. But it is granted that colouring was not Mr. _Hogarth's_ forte; and the subject we are upon is a disagreeable one." [57] The first sketch in oil for _Sigismunda_, and a drawing from the finished picture, are in the possession of Mr. _Samuel Ireland_. [58] At the Club of Artists, it was not unusual to reproach _Hogarth_ with want of due attention to the Ancients, whom he always affected to despise. It accidentally happened that Mr. _Basire_, whilst this plate was in hand, was employed likewise in engraving, for the Society of Antiquaries, two plates of an antique bronze from the collection of Mr. _Hollis_, so remarkably grotesque, that Mr. _Hogarth_ very readily consented that his plate should be postponed, and declared, "he could not have imagined that the Ancients had possessed so much humour." [59] Some subscriptions were actually received, and the money returned. The munificient Mr. _Hollis_, who was one of the subscribers, refused to take back what he had paid; and it was given by Mr. _Basire_ to a public charity. [60] Two other little pieces are ascribed to him; the distich under the subscription-ticket for his _Sigismunda_, 1761, 'To Nature and yourself appeal; Nor learn of others how to feel.' And the following well-known Epigram: "Your servant, Sir," says surly _Quin_, "Sir, I am yours," replies _Macklin_, "Why, you're the very _Jew_ you play, Your face performs the task well." "And you are _Sir John Brute_, they say, And an accomplished _Maskwell_." Says _Rich_, who heard the sneering elves, And knew their horrid hearts; "Acting too much your very selves, You overdo your parts."[A] [A] The censure contained in these poor lines is eminently unjust. _Macklin_ is known to have been an anxious and affectionate parent, and _Quin_ a benevolent and liberal friend. [61] On what account I know not, but he had then forborn painting for more than a year. [62] See hereafter, p. 81. [63] In the Beauties of all the Magazines, 1773, p. 440, is a droll "Epistle from _Jacob Henriques_, born anno Domini, &c. to Messieurs _Hogarth_ and _Churchill_ greeting." [64] For this the Satirist unmercifully apologizes in the conclusion of his poem, which may be seen in the Catalogue, under the year 1763, in a note on N° 2. [65] As much of this paper as relates to our artist is here subjoined: "The humourous Mr. _Hogarth_, the _supposed_ author of the _Analysis of Beauty_, has at last entered the list of politicians, and given us a print of _The Times. Words are man's province_, says _Pope_; but they are not Mr. _Hogarth's_ province. He somewhere mentions his being indebted to a friend for a third part of the _wording_: that is his phrase. We all titter the instant he takes up a _pen_, but we tremble when we see the _pencil_ in his hand. I will do him the justice to say, that he possesses the rare talent of gibbetting in colours, and that in most of his works he has been a very good moral satirist. His forte is there, and he should have kept it. When he has at any time deviated from _his own peculiar walk_, he has never failed to make himself perfectly ridiculous. I need only make my appeal to any one of his _historical_ or _portrait_ pieces, which are now considered as almost beneath all criticism. The favourite _Sigismunda_, the labour of so many years, the boasted effort of his art, was not _human_. If the figure had a resemblance of any thing ever on earth, or had the least pretence to meaning or expression, it was what he had seen, or perhaps made, in real life, his own wife in an agony of passion; but of what passion no connoisseur could guess. All his friends remember what tiresome discourses were held by him day after day about the transcendent merit of it, and how the great names of _Raphael, Vandyke,_ and others, were made to yield the palm of beauty, grace, expression, &c. to him, for this long laboured, yet still, _uninteresting_, single figure. The value he himself set on this, as well as on some other of his works, almost exceeds belief; yet from politeness or fear, or some other motives, he has actually been paid the most astonishing sums, as the price, not of his merit, but of his unbounded vanity. "The darling passion of Mr. _Hogarth_ is to shew the _faulty_ and _dark_ side of every object. He never gives us in perfection the _fair face of nature_, but admirably well holds out her deformities to ridicule. The reason is plain. All objects are painted on his _retina_ in a grotesque manner, and he has never felt the force of what the _French_ call _la belle nature_. He never caught a single idea of beauty, grace, or elegance; but, on the other hand, he never missed the least flaw in almost any production of nature or of art. This is his true character. He has succeeded very happily in the way of humour, and has miscarried in every other attempt. This has arisen in some measure from his head, but much more from his heart. After _Marriage à la Mode_, the public wished for a series of prints of a _happy_ marriage. _Hogarth_ made the attempt, but the rancour and malevolence of his mind made him very soon turn with envy and disgust from objects of so pleasing contemplation, to dwell and feast a bad heart on others of a hateful cast, which he pursued, for he found them congenial, with the most unabating zeal, and unrelenting gall. "I have observed some time his _setting sun_. He has long been very _dim_, and almost _shorn of his beams_. He seems so conscious of this, that he now glimmers with _borrowed light. John Bull's house in flames_ has been hackney'd in fifty different prints; and if there is any merit in the figure on stilts, and the mob prancing around, it is not to be ascribed to _Hogarth_, but to _Callot_. That spirited _Italian_, whom the _English_ painter has so carefully studied, has given us in the _Balli di Sfessania di Jacomo Callot_, the very same ideas, but infinitely more ludicrous in the execution. The piece is _Smaraolo cornuto. Ratsa di Boio. The Times_ must be confessed destitute of every kind of original merit. The print at first view appears too much crouded with figures; and is in every part confused, perplexed, and embarrassed. The _story is not well told to the eye_; nor can we any where discover the faintest ray of that genius, which with a few strokes of the pencil enabled us to penetrate into the deepest recesses of thought, and even caprice, in a _rake_, a _harlot_, and a _profligate young man of quality_. "I own too that I am grieved to see the genius of _Hogarth_, which should take in all ages and countries, sunk to a level with the miserable tribe of party-etchers, and now, in his rapid decline, entering into the poor politics of the faction of the day, and descending into low personal abuse, instead of instructing the world, as he could once, by manly moral satire. Whence can proceed so surprizing a change? Is it the frowardness of old age? Or is it that envy and impatience of resplendent merit in every way, at which he has always sickened? How often has he been remarked to droop at the fair and honest applause given even to a friend, though he had particular obligations to the very same gentleman! What wonder then that some of the most respectable characters of the age become the objects of his ridicule? It is sufficient that the rest of mankind applaud; from that moment he begins the attack, and you never can be well with him, till he hears an universal outcry against you, and till all your friends have given you up. There is besides a silly affectation of singularity, joined to a strong desire of leading the rest of the world: when that is once found impracticable, the spleen engendered on such an occasion is discharged at a particular object, or ends in a general misanthropy. The public never had the least share of _Hogarth's_ regard, or even good-will. _Gain_ and _vanity_ have steered his little bark quite through life. He has never been consistent but with respect to those two principles. What a despicable part has he acted with regard to the society of _Arts and Sciences_! How shuffling has his conduct been to the whole body of _Artists_! Both these useful societies have experienced the most ungenteel and offensive behaviour from him. There is at this hour scarcely a single man of any degree of merit in his own profession, with whom he does not hold a professed enmity. It is impossible the least degree of friendship could ever subsist in this intercourse of the arts with him; for his insufferable vanity will never allow the least merit in another, and no man of a liberal turn of mind will ever condescend to feed his pride with the gross and fulsome praise he expects, or to burn the incense he claims, and indeed snuffs like a most gracious god. To this he joins no small share of jealousy; in consequence of which, he has all his life endeavoured to suppress rising merit, and has been very expert in every mean underhand endeavour, to extinguish the least spark of genuine fire. Rut all _genius_ was not born, nor will die, with Mr. _Hogarth_: and notwithstanding all his ungenerous efforts to damp or chill it in another, I will trust to a discerning and liberal spirit in the _English_ nation, to patronize and reward all real merit. It will in the end rise superior to the idle laugh of the hour, which these triflers think it the highest praise to be able to raise. For my part, I scarcely know a more profligate principle, than the indiscriminately sacrificing every thing, however great or good, to the dangerous talent of ridicule; and a man, whose sole object is _dummodo risum excutiat_, ought to be avoided as the worst pest of society, as the _enemy_ most to be feared, I mean a treacherous _friend_. Such a man will go all lengths to raise a laugh at your expence, and your whole life will be made miserable from his ambition of diverting the company for half an hour. "I love to trace the ideas of a Genius, and to mark the progress of every art. Mr. _Hogarth_ has heard much of the _cobwebs_ of the law, and the _spinning fine spider-webs_, &c. This is thrown on paper, and the idea carefully treasured. Lord _Hardwicke_ being at the head of the law, and deservedly in as high esteem with his countrymen as any man who ever held the seals, unspotted in life, and equally revered by prince and people, becomes an excellent subject for the satirical pencil of a malevolent painter. He is accordingly emblematically represented by Mr. _Hogarth_ as a great spider in a large, thick web, with myriads of the carcases of _flies, clients_ I suppose, sucked to death by the gloomy tyrant. Mr. _Hogarth_ had heard of Mr. _Pitt's_ being _above_ all his fellow-citizens, and of his superior virtue having _raised_ him to an envied and dangerous _height_ of grandeur. Now this he has taken literally, and, with the kind aid of _Callot_, has put Mr. _Pitt_ on stilts, and made the people _look up_ to him; which, after all this insipid ridicule, they will continue to do, as a kind of tutelar deity, from whom they expect that security and those blessings they despair of from others. As to the conceit of the _bellows_, to signify, I suppose, Mr. _Pitt's_ endeavours to blow up the flames of war and discord, it is at once very poor and very false. His whole conduct the last session in parliament, and out of the house ever since, has demonstrated the contrary: _neque vero hoc_ oratione _solum, sed multo magis_ vitâ _et_ moribus _comprobavit._ Cic. de Fin. "Lord _Temple_ is a nobleman of fine parts and unsullied honour, who has shewn a thorough disinterestedness, a great love of liberty, and a steady attachment to the public, in every part of his conduct through life. It was impossible such a character could be missed by the poisonous shafts of envy, which we see pointed at all superior virtue.... Mr. _Hogarth's_ wit on this noble lord is confined to the wretched conceits of the _Temple Coffee-house_, and a _squirt_ to signify the _playing on_ the ministry. I really believe this wit is all Mr. _Hogarth's_ own. "When a man of parts dedicates his talents to the service of his country, he deserves the highest rewards: when he makes them subservient to base purposes, he merits execration and punishment. Among the _Spartans_, music and poetry were made to serve the noblest purposes of the _Lacedemonian_ state. A manly courage and great contempt of death were inspired by them; and the poet, musician, soldier, and patriot, were often the same good citizen, who despised the low _mechanic lucre_ of the profession, and was zealous only for the glory of his country. In the year 1746, when the _Guards_ were ordered to march to _Finchley_, on the most important service they could be employed in, the extinguishing a _Scottish_ rebellion, which threatened the intire ruin of the illustrious family on the throne, and, in consequence, of our liberties, Mr. _Hogarth_ came out with a print to make them ridiculous to their countrymen and to all _Europe_; or perhaps it rather was to tell the _Scots_ in his way how little the Guards were to be feared, and that they might safely advance. That the ridicule might not stop here, and that it might be as offensive as possible to his own _sovereign_, he dedicated the print to the king of _Pru[s]ia[A] as an encourager of arts_. Is this patriotism! In old _Rome_, or in any of the _Grecian_ states, he would have been punished as a profligate citizen, totally devoid of all principle. In _England_ he is rewarded, and made _serjeant_ painter to that very king's grandson. I think the term means the same as what is vulgarly called _house_-painter; and indeed he has not been suffered to _caricature_ the royal family. The post of portrait-painter is given to a _Scotsman_, one _Ramsay_. Mr. _Hogarth_ is only to paint the wainscot of the rooms, or, in the phrase of the art, may be called their _pannel-painter_. But how have the _Guards_ offended Mr. _Hogarth_, for he is again attacking them in _The Times_? Lord _Harrington's_ second troop of grenadier guards is allowed to be very perfect in every part of military discipline; and _Hogarth's_ friend, the king of _Prussia_, could have shewn him the real importance of it. He had heard them much applauded, and therefore must abuse them. The ridicule ends however in airs composed by _Harrington_, and in a piece of _clock-work_; but he ought to have known, that though _l'homme machine_ is not sound philosophy, it is the true doctrine of tactics. "The _Militia_ has received so many just testimonies of applause, both from their king and country, that the attack of envy and malevolence was long expected. But I dare say this poor jester will have Mr. _George Townshend's_ free consent to vent his spleen upon him and the gentlemen of _Norfolk_. I believe he may ever go on in this way almost unnoticed; at one time ridiculing the _Guards_ for a _disorderly_, and at another the _Militia_ for an exact and _orderly_ march. Mr. _Townshend_ will still have the warm applause of his country, and the truest satisfaction, that of an honest heart, for his patriot labours in establishing this great plan of internal defence, a _Militia_, which has delivered us from the ignominy of _foreign hirelings_, and the ridiculous fears of invasion, by a brave and well-disciplined body of _Englishmen_, at all times ready and zealous for the defence of their country, and of its laws and constitution." [A] This is the orthography of Mr. _Hogarth_. See the print. [66] The present Lord _Camden_. [67] This gave rise to a catchpenny, intituled, "_Pug's_ Reply to Parson _Bruin_; or, a Political Conference, occasioned by an Epistle to _William Hogarth_, Esq;" 4to. [68] "Which was probably accelerated by this unlucky (we had almost said unnatural) event; for _Wilkes, Churchill,_ and _Hogarth_, had been intimate friends, and might have continued such as long as they lived, had not the dæmon of politics and party sown discord among them, and dissolved their union." [69]--the friend----Dr. _Morell_. The conduct of this gentleman cannot fail to put the reader in mind of _Sir Fretful Plagiary's_ complaint in Mr. Sheridan's _Critic_: "--if it is abuse, why one is always sure to hear of it from one damn'd good-natured _friend_ or another." [70] "While thinking figures from the canvas start, And _Hogarth_ is the _Garrick_ of his art," is a couplet in _Smart's Hilliad_. The compliment from the _Hilliad_ to Mr. _Hogarth_, Mr. _Smart_ observes, "is reciprocal, and reflects a lustre on Mr. _Garrick_, both of them having similar talents, equally capable of the highest elevation, and of representing the ordinary scenes of life with the most exquisite humour." [71] The pyramid, &c. This stroke of satire was retorted on _Hogarth_, and employed to express his advanced age and declining abilities; while the _Cheshire_ cheese, with 3000 _l._ on it, seemed to imply that he himself merited an annual pension. I received this explanation from an ingenious friend.--The late Mr. _Rogers_ explained it thus: "Mr. _Pitt_ is represented in it sitting at his ease [in the position of the great Sir _Isaac Newton_ in _Westminster-Abbey_], with a mill-stone hanging over his head, on which is written 3000 _l._ in allusion to his saying, that _Hanover_ was a mill-stone round the neck of _England_, on account of the expences attending it; and his afterwards adding himself to the public expences by accepting a pension of 3000 _l._ a year. He is firing a mortar-piece levelled at a Dove bearing an olive-branch (the symbol of peace) perched on the standard of _England_; and is supported by the City of _London_, denoted by the two Giants in _Guildhall. Hogarth_ is flogging _Wilkes_ and _Churchill_, and making them dance to the scrapings of a fidler; designed to represent a Nobleman [Earl _Temple_], who patronized them in 1763, and who, for his unmeaning face, has ever been described without a feature. See _Trusler's_ Preface, p. vii." [72] It may be worth observing, that in "Independence," a poem which was not published by _Churchill_ till the last week of _September_, 1764, he considers his antagonist as a departed Genius: "_Hogarth_ would draw him (Envy must allow) E'en to the life, WAS HOGARTH LIVING NOW." How little did the sportive Satirist imagine that the power of pleasing was so soon to cease in both! _Hogarth_ died in four weeks after the publication of this poem; and _Churchill_ survived him but nine days. In some lines which were printed in _November_ 1764, the compiler of these Anecdotes took occasion to lament that "----Scarce had the friendly tear, For _Hogarth_ shed, escap'd the generous eye Of feeling Pity, when again it flow'd For _Churchill's_ fate. Ill can we bear the loss Of Fancy's twin-born offspring, close ally'd In energy of thought, though different paths They sought for fame! Though jarring passions sway'd The living artists, let the funeral wreath Unite their memory!" [73] The _Monthly Reviewer_ unintentionally reads _supper_, instead of _dinner_. As to this article of minute intelligence, whether it be true or false, it was communicated by Mrs. _Lewis_. [74] Mr. _Walpole_ once invited _Gray_ the Poet and _Hogarth_ to dine with him; but what with the reserve of the one, and a want of colloquial talents in the other, he never passed a duller time than between these representatives of _Tragedy_ and _Comedy_, being obliged to rely entirely on his own efforts to support conversation. [75] The most solid praise, perhaps, that ever was given to our artist, was a legacy of 100 _l._ "for the great pleasure the testator had received from his works." [76] Originally begun for a portrait of Mrs. _Cholmondeley_, but altered, after one or two sittings, to the Queen. [77] See p. 9. [78] To whom, in case of Mrs. _Hogarth's_ marrying again, he gave the plates of Marriage à la Mode, and of the Harlot's and Rake's Progress. [79] Whilst the Marshal was a prisoner in _England_, Monsieur _Coetlagon_ opened a subscription at two guineas, one to be paid on subscribing, the other on the delivery of "A Dictionary of Arts and Sciences," in two large folio volumes. Many of the nobility, as well as gentry subscribed; but very few of them made good their second payments, or had the work; and the author dedicated it (in gratitude, it is supposed, for the generous patronage he received from the _English_) to Marshal _Belleisle_; whose place of confinement was in _The Round Tower_ at _Windsor Castle_; where the large dining-room is still ornamented with a variety of humourous _French_ engravings; and a small library of _French_ books. [80] In the year 1768 was published a work, intituled, "_Hogarth_ Moralised. Being a complete Edition of _Hogarth's_ Works. Containing near Fourscore Copper-Plates, most elegantly engraved. With an Explanation, pointing out the many Beauties that may have hitherto escaped Notice, and a Comment on their Moral Tendency, &c. With the Approbation of _Jane Hogarth_, Widow of the late Mr. _Hogarth_." The history of the work is as follows: The Rev. _John Trusler_ engaged with some engravers in this design, after _Hogarth's_ death, when they could carry it into execution with impunity. Mrs. _Hogarth_, finding her property would be much affected by it, was glad to accept an offer they made her, of entering into partnership with them; and they were very glad to receive her, knowing her name would give credit to the publication, and that she would certainly supply many anecdotes to explain the plates. Such as are found in the work are probably all hers. The other stuff was introduced by the editor to eke out the book. We are informed, that, when the undertaking was completed, in order to get rid of her partners, she was glad to buy out their shares, so that the whole expence which fell on her amounted to at least 700 _l._ [81] "They abound," says an excellent judge, "in true humour; and satire, which is generally well-directed: they are admirable moral lessons, and afford a fund of entertainment suited to every taste: a circumstance, which shews them to be just copies of nature." We may consider them too as valuable repositories of the manners, customs, and dresses of the present age. What amusement would a collection of this kind afford, drawn from every period of the history of _Britain!_--How far the works of _Hogarth_ will bear a critical examination, may be the subject of a little more enquiry. In design _Hogarth_ was seldom at a loss. His invention was fertile, and his judgement accurate. An improper incident is rarely introduced; a proper one rarely omitted. No one could tell a story better; or make it, in all its circumstances, more intelligible. His genius, however, it must be owned, was suited only to low, or familiar subjects. It never soared above common life: to subjects naturally sublime, or which from antiquity, or other accidents, borrowed dignity, he could not rise. In composition we see little in him to admire. In many of his prints, the deficiency is so great, as plainly to imply a want of all principle; which makes us ready to believe, that when we do meet with a beautiful group, it is the effect of chance. In one of his minor works, the Idle Prentice, we seldom see a crowd more beautifully managed, than in the last print. If the sheriff's officers had not been placed in a line, and had been brought a little lower in the picture, so as to have formed a pyramid with the cart, the composition had been unexceptionable: and yet the first print of this work is so striking an instance of disagreeable composition, that it is amazing, how an artist, who had any idea of beautiful forms, could suffer so unmasterly a performance to leave his hands. Of the distribution of light _Hogarth_ had as little knowledge as of composition. In some of his pieces we see a good effect; as in the execution just mentioned; in which, if the figures at the right and left corners had been kept down a little, the light would have been beautifully distributed on the fore-ground, and a little fine secondary light spread over part of the crowd: but at the same time there is so obvious a deficiency in point of effect, in most of his prints, that it is very evident he had no principles. Neither was _Hogarth_ a master in drawing. Of the muscles and anatomy of the head and hands he had perfect knowledge; but his trunks are often badly moulded, and his limbs ill set on. I tax him with plain bad drawing; I speak not of the niceties of anatomy, and elegance of outline: of these indeed he knew nothing; nor were they of use in that mode of design which he cultivated: and yet his figures, upon the whole, are inspired with so much life and meaning, that the eye is kept in good humour, in spite of its inclination to find fault. The author of the Analysis of Beauty, it might be supposed, would have given us more instances of grace, than we find in the works of _Hogarth_; which shews strongly that theory and practice are not always united. Many opportunities his subjects naturally afford of introducing graceful attitudes; and yet we have very few examples of them. With instances of picturesque grace his works abound. Of his expression, in which the force of his genius lay, we cannot speak in terms too high. In every mode of it he was truly excellent. The passions he thoroughly understood, and all the effects which they produce in every part of the human frame: he had the happy art also of conveying his ideas with the same precision with which he conceived them.--He was excellent too in expressing any humorous oddity, which we often see stamped upon the human face. All his heads are cast in the very mould of nature. Hence that endless variety, which is displayed through his works: and hence it is, that the difference arises between his heads, and the affected caricaturas of those masters, who have sometimes amused themselves with patching together an assemblage of features from their own ideas. Such are _Spagniolet's_; which, though admirably executed, appear plainly to have no archetypes in nature. _Hogarth's_, on the other hand, are collections of natural curiosities. The _Oxford-heads_, the physicians-arms, and some of his other pieces, are expressly of this humorous kind. They are truly comic; though ill-natured effusions of mirth: more entertaining than _Spagniolet's_, as they are pure nature; but less innocent, as they contain ill-directed ridicule.--But the species of expression, in which this master perhaps most excels, is that happy art of catching those peculiarities of air, and gesture, which the ridiculous part of every profession contract; and which, for that reason, become characteristics of the whole. His counsellors, his undertakers, his lawyers, his usurers, are all conspicuous at sight. In a word, almost every profession may see, in his works, that particular species of affectation which they should most endeavour to avoid. The execution of this master is well-suited to his subjects, and manner of treating them. He etches with great spirit; and never gives one unnecessary stroke. For myself, I greatly more value the works of his own needle, than those high-finished prints on which he employed other engravers. For as the production of an effect is not his talent; and as this is the chief excellence of high finishing; his own rough manner is certainly preferable; in which we have most of the force and spirit of his expression. The manner in none of his works pleases me so well as in a small print of a corner of a play-house. There is more spirit in a work of this kind, struck off at once, warm from the imagination, than in all the cold correctness of an elaborate engraving. If all his works had been executed in this style, with a few improvements in the compositions, and the management of light, they would certainly have been a much more valuable collection of prints than they are. The Rake's Progress, and some of his other works, are both etched and engraved by himself: they are well done; but it is plain he meant them as furniture. As works designed for a critick's eye, they would certainly have been better without the engraving, except a few touches in a very few places. The want of effect too would have been less conspicuous, which in his highest-finished prints is disagreeably striking." _Gilpin, Essay on Prints,_ p. 165. [82] To whom _Hogarth_ bequeathed ten guineas for a ring. [83] It having been requested in the Catalogue of this exhibition (which was in _Bow-Street, Covent-Garden_) that all remarks on the artists, or their performances, might be sent to _The St. James's Chronicle_; the compiler of these Anecdotes transmitted a few hasty lines, which were printed in that paper _April_ 29, 1762. They are not worth transcribing: but a short extract will preserve the ASSUMED names of some of the artists-- "And _Masmore, Lester's, Ward's_, and _Fishbourne's_ name, With thine, _Vandyck_, shall live to endless fame; In your collection Wit and Skill combine, And Humour flows in every well-chose Sign." [84] She is still living, and has been loud in abuse of this work, a circumstance to which she owes a niche in it. [85] Among the compliments _Hogarth_ was disposed to pay his own genius, he asserted his ability to take a complete likeness in three quarters of an hour. This head of Mr. _Welsh_ was painted within the compass of the time prescribed, but had afterwards the advantage of a second sitting. [86] Mr. _Walpole_ is now possessed of the portrait of his brother Sir _Edward_. [87] This, and the preceding article, are now in the possession of _Peter Coxe_, esq. of _College Hill_, in the city, executor to Mr. _Forrest_, and brother to the Rev. _William Coxe_, who has obliged the world with his Travels through _Poland, Russia,_ &c. [88] The following brief Memoirs of Mr. _William Tothall_, F. A. S. were communicated by Dr. _Ducarel_, who was personally acquainted with Mr. _Tothall_, and received the intelligence in a letter from the Rev. Mr. _Lyon_, Minister of _St. Mary's_ at _Dover_, to whom the particulars in it were related by Captain _Bulstrode_ of that town. "_Dover, June_ 11, 1781. "Sir, "The following narrative of your friend _Tothall_ may be depended upon, as Captain _Bulstrode_ informs me he frequently heard it from _Tothall_ himself. His father was an apothecary in _Fleet-street_; but dying, as Captain _Bulstrode_ thinks, while his son was young, and in but indifferent circumstances (as his mother afterwards practised as a midwife), he was taken by an uncle, who was a fishmonger. He lived with his uncle some time; but, not approving of the business, ran away from him, and entered on board a merchant-ship going to _The West Indies_. He also went several times to _Newfoundland_. During the time of his being in _The West Indies_, though so early in life, he was indefatigable in the collecting of shells, and brought home several utterly unknown in _England_. He continued at sea till he was almost 30 years of age. In one of his voyages he was taken by the _Spaniards_, and marched a considerable way up the country, without shoe or stocking, with only a woollen cap on his head, and a brown waistcoat on, with a large staff in his hand. He had afterwards his picture drawn in this dress. He continued a prisoner till exchanged. "When he was about 30 years of age, he went as shopman to a woollen-draper at the corner of _Tavistock Court, Covent Garden,_ with whom he continued some years; and his master, finding him a faithful servant, told him, 'as he dealt only in cloth, and his customers were taylors, he would lend him money to buy shalloons and trimmings, and recommend him to his chapmen, if he liked to take the trouble and the profit of the branch upon himself.' He readily accepted the proposal. "About the same time an acquaintance in _The West Indies_ sent him a puncheon of rum. Before he landed it, he consulted his master what he should do with it; who advised him to sell it out in small quantities, and lent him a cellar in his house. He followed this advice; and, finding the profits considerable, wrote to his correspondent in _The West Indies_ to send him another supply; and from this time he commenced rum, brandy, and shalloon merchant. "I cannot learn how long he continued in this way; but his master having acquired a fortune, and being desirous of retiring from business, left him in possession of his whole stock at prime cost, and he was to pay him as he sold it. He now commenced woollen-draper, and continued in this business till he acquired a sum sufficient, as he thought, to retire upon; and he left his business to his shopman, the late Mr. _Job Ray_, on the same conditions his master left it to him. "During his residence in _Covent Garden_, he became a member of the club at the _Bedford Coffee-house_, and of course contracted an acquaintance with _Hogarth, Lambert,_ and other men eminent in their way; and _Hogarth_ lived some time in his house on the footing of a most intimate friend. "On quitting his business (being troubled with an asthmatical complaint) he came and settled at _Dover_; where, soon becoming connected with certain persons in the smuggling branch, he fitted out a bye-boat, which was designed (as is supposed) to promote their business; but in this branch Fortune, which had hitherto smiled upon his endeavours, now frowned upon his attempts. The vessel, in going over with horses either to _Ostend_ or _Flushing_, was lost. This, with some other losses, so reduced him, that he was rather straitened in his circumstances, and he could not live as he had done previous to the losses he sustained. "His residence was near the Rope-walk at _Dover_ (since pulled down), where his old friend _Hogarth_ frequently visited him: but being in a decline, and his asthma increasing, he bought a very small cottage at _West Langdon_, about three miles from _Dover_, to which he used to go on horseback. Digging in a very small garden belonging to this cottage, he had the good fortune to find some valuable fossils; which to a man of his taste was a singular treasure. He died _January_ 9, 1768, at the age of 70 (possessed of about 1500 _l._), and was buried at _St. Mary's Church_ at _Dover_. His collection of shells and fossils were sold by auction at _Longford's_, the following year. "The foregoing is the substance of what I have gathered from Capt. _Bulstrode_. If there should be any other particular which you are desirous of knowing, I shall be happy to make the inquiry, and to communicate it; and am, Sir, your most obedient humble servant, "J. LYON." [89] _William Gostling_, M. A. a minor canon of _Canterbury_ cathedral for fifty years, and vicar of _Stone_ in the isle of _Oxney, Kent_, well known to all lovers of antiquity by his truly original "Walk in and about _Canterbury_," first printed in 1774, of which there have been three editions. He died _March_ 9, 1777, in the 82d year of his age. Of his father, who was first a minor canon of _Canterbury_, and afterwards one of the priests of the chapel-royal and sub-dean of _St. Paul's_, there are several anecdotes, communicated by his son, in Sir _John Hawkins's_ "History of Music." To which may be added what King _Charles_ II. is reported to have said of him, "You may talk as much as you please of your nightingales, but I have a _Gostling_ who excels them all." Another time, the same merry monarch presented him with a silver egg filled with guineas, saying, "that he had heard that eggs were good for the voice." [90] See the Catalogue, under the year 1782. CATALOGUE OF HOGARTH'S PRINTS.[1] I am now engaged in an undertaking, which from its nature will be imperfect. While _Hogarth_ was yet an apprentice, and worked on his master's account, we may suppose he was not at liberty to affix his name to his own performances. Nay, afterwards, when he appeared as an independent artist, he probably left many of them anonymous, being sometimes obliged to measure out his exertions in proportion to the scanty prices paid for them. For reasons like these, we may be sure that many of his early plates must have eluded search; and, if gradually discovered, will serve only to swell the collections they will not adorn.--The judicious connoisseur, perhaps, would be content to possess the pictures of _Raffaelle_, without aiming at a complete assemblage of the Roman _Fayence_ that passes under his name. In settling the dates of his pieces there is also difficulty. Sometimes, indeed, they have been inferred from circumstances almost infallible; as in respect to the _Rabbit-breeder_,&c. which would naturally have been published in the year 1726. On other occasions they are determined within a certain compass of time. Thus the _Ticket for Milward_, then a player at _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_, must have preceded 1733, when he removed with _Rich_ to _Covent Garden_; and it is equally sure, that _Orator Henley christening an Infant_, and _A Girl swearing a child to a grave citizen_, came out before 1735, in which year we know that _J. Y. Schley_, one of _Picart's_ coadjutors, had re-engraved them both for the use of the fourth volume of the _Religious Ceremonies_, published at _Amsterdam_ in 1736. But how are we to guess at the period that produced _Sancho at Dinner_, or _The Discovery_? The merits and demerits of his performances would prove deceitful guides in our researches. As our artist grew older, he did not regularly advance in estimation; for neither the frontispieces to _Tristram Shandy_, the _Times_, the _Bathos_, or the _Bear_, can be said to equal many of his earliest productions.--Under such difficulties is the following chronological list of our author's pieces attempted. The reader is likewise entreated to observe, that throughout the annexed catalogue of plates, variations, &c. _J. N._ has mentioned only such as he has seen. Alike unwilling to deceive or be deceived, he has suppressed all intelligence he could not authenticate from immediate inspection. He might easily have enlarged his work by admitting particulars of doubtful authority, sometimes imperfectly recollected by their several communicators, and sometimes offered as sportive impositions on an author's credulity. Of this weakness every one possesses some; but perhaps no man more than he who ambitiously seeks opportunities to improve on the labours of another. _J. N._ is sure, however, that Mr. _Walpole_, whom none can exceed in taste and judgment, will be little concerned about the merits of a performance that founds its claim to notice only on the humbler pretences of industry and correctness. [1] It is proper to acknowledge, that all such short strictures and annotations on these performances as are distinguished by being printed both in _Italics_ and between inverted commas, are copied from the list of _Hogarth's_ works published by Mr. _Walpole_. * * * * * 1720. 1. _W. Hogarth_, engraver, with two figures and two _Cupids, April_ 28, 1720. * * * * * 1721. 1. An emblematic print on the _South Sea. W. Hogarth inv. & sc. Sold by Mrs. Chilcot in Westminster-hall, and B. Caldwell, Printseller in Newgate-street. "Persons riding on wooden horses. The Devil cutting Fortune into collops. A man broken on the wheel, &c. A very poor performance."_ Under it are the following verses: See here the causes why in _London_ So many men are made and undone; That arts and honest trading drop, To swarm about the Devil's shop (A), Who cuts out (B) Fortune's golden haunches, Trapping their souls with lots and chances, Sharing 'em from blue garters down To all blue aprons in the town. Here all religions flock together, Like tame and wild fowl of a feather, Leaving their strife religious bustle, Kneel down to play at pitch and hustle (C): Thus when the shepherds are at play; Their flocks must surely go astray; The woeful cause that in these times (E) Honour and Honesty (D) are crimes That publickly are punish'd by (G) Self-Interest and (F) Vilany; So much for mony's magic power, Guess at the rest, you find out more. _Price One Shilling._[1] It may be observed, that _London_ always affords a set of itinerant poets, whose office it is to furnish inscriptions for satirical engravings. I lately overheard one of these unfortunate sons of the Muse making a bargain with his employer. "Your print," says he, "is a taking one, and why won't you go to the price of a half-crown Epigram?" From such hireling bards, I suppose, our artist purchased not a few of the wretched rhimes under his early performances, unless he himself be considered as the author of them. Of this print emblematic of the _South Sea_, there are, however, two impressions. The second, printed for _Bowles_, has been retouched. [1] For some further account of this design, see the article _Man of Taste_, under the year 1732, N° 7. 2. The Lottery.[1] _W. Hogarth inv. & sculp. Sold by Chilcot and Caldwell. "Emblematic, and not good."_ This plate is found in four different states. In one there is no publisher's name under the title. Another was _sold by Chilcot, &c._ A third was printed and sold by S. _Sympson_, in _Maiden-lane_, near _Covent Garden_. A fourth was printed for _John Bowles_, in whose possession the plate, which he has had retouched, remains. The following explanation accompanies this plate: "1. Upon the pedestal, National Credit leaning on a pillar, supported by Justice. 2. _Apollo_ shewing _Britannia_ a picture representing the Earth receiving enriching Showers drawn from herself (an emblem of state lotteries). 3. Fortune drawing the blanks and prizes. 4. Wantonness drawing the numbers. 5. Before the pedestal, Suspence turned to and fro by Hope and Fear. 6. On one hand, Good Luck being elevated is seized by Pleasure and Folly, Fame persuading him to raise sinking Virtue, Arts, &c. 7. On the other hand, Misfortune oppressed by Grief, _Minerva_ supporting him points to the sweets of Industry. 8. Sloth hiding his head in the curtain. 9. On the other side, Avarice hugging his money. 10. Fraud tempting Despair with money at a trap-door in the pedestal." _Price One Shilling._--Had not _Hogarth_, on this occasion, condescended to explain his own meaning, it must have remained in several places inexplicable. [1] It appears, from the following notice in the _General Advertiser, Dec._ 12, 1751, that this and the foregoing print were re-published by _Bowles_ during the life of _Hogarth_. "Lately reprinted, designed, and engraved by Mr. _William Hogarth_. "Two Prints on the Lottery. One of them showing the drawing of the Lottery by Wantonness and Fortune; and by suitable emblems represents the suspence of the adventurers, the situation of the fortunate and unfortunate. "The other print is a burlesque representation of the folly and madness which inspires all ranks of people after lottery-gaming, with the pernicious consequences thereof. _Price One Shilling._ "Sold by _J. Bowles_, at the _Black-horse_, in _Cornhill_." * * * * * 1723. 1. Fifteen plates to _Aubry de la Motraye's_ "Travels through _Europe, Asia,_ and Part of _Africa_." _W. Hogarth sculp._ on fourteen of them; viz. plates V. IX. X.[1] XI. XV. XVII. b. XVIII. XXVI. XXX.[2] XXXII. XXXIII. 1. XXXIII. 2. XXXV. XXXVIII. One of these (viz. XXX.) contains a portrait of _Charles_ the XIIth of _Sweden_. Several of the pictures, from which the Seraglio, &c. were engraved, are still in being, and are undoubtedly authentic, being painted in _Turkey_, and brought home by _De la Motraye_, at his return from his travels. They were sold about twenty-five years ago at _Hackney_, for a mere trifle, together with the plates to the present work. The latter, in all probability, are destroyed. This book was originally published in _English_ at _London_, 1723; afterwards in _French_ at _The Hague_, in 1727; and again in _English_[3] at _London_, revised by the author; with the addition of two new cuts, in 1730. In the _French_ edition, Plate V. Tom. I. is engraved by _R. Smith_, instead of _Hogarth_, so that this intermediate copy contains only fourteen plates by him. It is probable also, that some other anonymous ones, in all the editions, were by the same engraver. His reputation, indeed, will save more than it loses by the want of his signature to establish their authenticity. [1] At the bottom of this plate, in one copy of the _English_ edition, the name of _Hogarth_, though erased, is sufficiently legible. [2] In some of the _English_ copies of this work, instead of Plate XXX. by _Hogarth_, we only find a very small and imperfect copy of it by another hand. [3] This, strictly speaking, was not a re-publication; it is the identical edition of 1723, with the addition of a Preface and an Appendix. New title-pages were again printed to it, and a third volume added, in 1732. 2. Five _Muscovites_. This small print appears at the corner of one of the maps to the second volume of the foregoing work. It has no intelligible reference; but, in the _English_ copy now before me, is the last plate but one, and is marked. C--T. II. In a former edition of the present catalogue, it was enumerated as a separate article, but must now be reckoned as one of the fifteen plates to _Motraye's_ Travels. To these I might add three plates more. If _Hogarth_ engraved the _Muscovites_ at the corner of the map already mentioned, he likewise furnished the figures in the corner of another, marked T. I.--B. And Plate T. I.--XVI. and T. I.--XXXVII. I have likewise reason to suppose were the works of our artist; eighteen plates in all; though the three latter being only conjectural, I have not ventured to set them down as indisputed performances. Of the _Muscovites_ there is a modern copy.[1] I have just been assured by a gentleman of undoubted veracity, that he was once possessed of a set of plates engraved by _Hogarth_ for some treatise on mathematicks; but, considering them of little value, disposed of them at the price of the copper. As our artist could have displayed no marks of genius in representations of cycloids, diagrams, and equilateral triangles, the loss of these plates is not heavily to be lamented. [1] Mr. _Walpole_ enumerates only 12 plates. * * * * * 1724. 1. Seven small prints to "The New Metamorphosis of _Lucius Apuleius_ of _Medaura. London_, printed for _Sam. Briscoe_, 1724." 12mo. 2 vol. I. Frontispiece. II. Festivals of Gallantry, which the noblemen of _Rome_ make in the churches for the entertainment of their mistresses. III. The banditti's bringing home a beautiful virgin, called _Camilla_, from her mother's arms, the night before she was to have been married. Vol. I. p. 113. No name to this plate. IV. _Fantasio's_ arrival at the house of an old witch, who is afterwards changed into a beautiful young lady. V. The provincial of the Jesuits' recovery of his favourite dog from the cooper's wife. VI. _Psyche's_ admission of her unknown husband in the dark, who always departed before the return of light. VII. Cardinal _Ottoboni_ and his niece's visit to an Hermitage in the holy desart, called _Camaldule_; the Cardinal's discourse against solitude to the hermit, who had not been out of his cell, nor spoke a word, for forty years together. Plate IV. is the only one that has the least trait of character in it. 2. Masquerades and operas. _Burlington-gate. W. Hogarth inv. & sculp._ Of the three small figures in the center of this plate, 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.[1] Mr. _Heidegger_, the regulator of the Masquerade, is also exhibited, looking out at a window, with the letter _H._ under him. The substance of the foregoing remarks is taken from a collection lately belonging to Captain _Baillie_,[2] where it is said that they were furnished by an eminent Connoisseur.[3] A board is likewise displayed, with the words--"Long Room. _Fawks's_ dexterity of hand." It appears front the following advertisement in _Mist's Weekly Journal_ for _Saturday, December_ 25, 1725, that this artist was a man of great consequence in his profession. "Whereas the town hath lately been alarmed, that the famous _Fawks_ was robbed and murdered, returning from performing at the Dutchess 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 performances have 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 surprizing 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-Street_, near _The Haymarket_; where any incredulous persons may be satisfied he has not left this world, if they please to believe their hands, though they can't believe their eyes."--"_May_ 25," indeed, "1731, died Mr. _Fawkes_, famous for his dexterity of hand, by which he had honestly acquired a fortune of above 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." Political State, vol. XLI. p. 543. This satirical performance of _Hogarth_, however, was thought to be invented and drawn at the mitigation 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.[4] We may add that there are three prints of this small masquerade, &c. one a copy from the first. The originals have _Hogarth's_ name within the frame of the plate, and the eight verses are different from those under the other. It is sometimes found without any lines at all; those in the first instance having been engraved on a separate piece of copper, so that they could either be retained, dismissed, or exchanged, at pleasure. In the first copy of this print, instead of _Ben Jonson's_ name on a label, we have _Pasquin_, N° XI. This was a periodical paper published in 1722-3, and the number specified is particularly severe on operas, &c. The verses to the first impression of this plate, are, Could now dumb _Faustus_, to reform the age, Conjure up _Shakespear's_ or _Ben Johnson's_ ghost, They'd blush for shame, to see the _English_ stage Debauch'd by fool'ries, at so great a cost. What would their manes say? Should they behold Monsters and masquerades, where useful plays Adorn'd the fruitfull theatre of old, And rival wits contended for the bays. _Price_ 1 _shilling_ 1724. To the second impression of it: O how refin'd, how elegant we're grown! What noble Entertainments charm the town! Whether to hear the Dragon's roar we go, Or gaze surpriz'd on _Fawks's_ matchless show, Or to the Operas, or to the Masques, To eat up ortelans, and t' empty flasques, And rifle pies from _Shakespear's_ clinging page, Good gods! how great's the gusto of the age. In this print our artist has imitated the engraving of _Callot_. To the third impression, i. e. the copy: Long has the stage productive been Of offsprings it could brag on, But never till this age was seen A Windmill and a Dragon. O _Congreve_, lay thy pen aside, _Shakespear_, thy works disown, Since monsters grim, and nought beside, Can please this senseless town. I should have observed, that the idea of the foregoing plate was stolen from an anonymous one on the same subject. It represents _Hercules_ chaining follies and destroying monsters. He is beating _Heidegger_, till the money he had amassed falls out of his pocket. The situation of the buildings, &c. on the sides, &c. has been followed by our artist. _Mercury_ aloft sustains a scroll, on which is written "The Mascarade destroy'd." The inscription under this print is "Hei Degeror. O! I am undone." _Price One Shilling._ [1] She is rather drawing the money towards her with a rake. [2] This collection, consisting of 241 prints, in three portfeuilles, was sold at _Christie's, April_ 7, 1781, for 59 guineas, to Mr. _Ingham Foster_, a wealthy ironmonger, since dead. A set, containing only 100 prints, had been sold some time before, at the same place, for 47 guineas. The Hon. _Topham Beauclerk's_ set, of only 99 prints, was sold in 1781 (while this note was printing off for the first edition) for 34_l._ 10_s._ [3] It is not, indeed, inconvenient for the reputation of this famous connoisseur, that his name continues to be a secret. Either he could not spell, or his copier was unable to read what he undertook to transcribe. _Postilion_ must be a mistake for some other word. The whole note, in the original, appears to have been the production of a male _Slip-slop_, perhaps of high fashion. His petulant invective against Lord _Burlington_ is here omitted. [4] Dr. _Faustus_ was first brought out at _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_ in 1723, and the success of it reduced the rival theatre to produce a like entertainment at their house in 1725. From a scarce pamphlet in octavo, without date, called "Tragi-comical Reflections, of a moral and political Tendency, occasioned by the present State of the two Rival Theatres in _Drury-Lane_ and _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_, by _Gabriel Rennel_, Esq." I shall transcribe an illustration of these plates: "A few years ago, by the help of _Harleykin_, and Dr. _Faustus_, and _Pluto_ and _Proserpine_, and other infernal persons, the New-House was raised to as high a pitch of popularity and renown as ever it had been known to arrive at. Tho' the actors there consisted chiefly of _Scotch_, and _Irish_, and _French_ Strollers, who were utterly unacquainted with the _English_ Stage, and were remarkably deficient in elocution and gesture: yet so much was the art of juggling at that time in vogue, and so extreamly was the nation delighted with Raree-Shows, and foreign representations, that all people flocked to the New-House, whilst the Old one was altogether deserted, tho' it then could glory in as excellent a set of _English_ actors as ever had trod upon any stage. In the midst of this joyful prosperity and success, the Managers of the New-House were not without secret uneasiness and discontent, whenever they considered how slippery a ground they stood upon, and how much a juster title their rivals had to the favour and affections of the people. They were therefore always intent upon forming designs and concerting measures for the entire subversion of the Old-House. For this purpose, they constantly kept in pay a standing army of Scaramouches, who were sent about the town to possess it with aversion and resentment against the Old Players, whose virtues had rendered them formidable, and whose merit was their greatest crime. These Scaramouches, in so corrupt and degenerate a time, when blindness and folly, and a false taste every where reigned, were every where looked on as men of a superior skill to all other actors, and consequently had a greater influence than the rest, and could lead after them a larger number of followers. It was by means of the incessant clamour and outcry that these miscreants raised, and of the lies and forgeries which they scattered about the nation, that the common people were spirited up to commit the most extravagant acts of insolence and outrage on the Managers of the Old-House. They were made the sport and derision of fools, and were delivered up to an enraged and deluded populace, as a prey to the fury of wild beasts. Their enemies were continually plotting and conspiring their destruction, and yet were continually prosecuting them for Sham-Plots and pretended Conspiracies, and suborning witnesses to prove them guilty of attempts to undermine and blow up the New-House. "During the course of those violent and illegal proceedings, the New Actors were not wanting in any pains or expence to gratify and increase the then popular taste for Raree-Shows, and Hocus-Pocus Tricks. Scenes and Machines, and Puppets, and Posture-Masters, and Actors, and Singers, with a new set of Heathen Gods and Goddesses, and several other foreign Decorations and Inventions, were sent for from _France_ _and Italy_, and were ready to be imported with the first fair wind. But quarrels falling out among the Managers of the House, and one or two of the principal Actors happening to quit the Stage, and the people growing tired with so much foul play, and with the same _deceptio visus_ so often repeated, the scene changed at once, the _vox populi_ turned against the New-House, which sunk under a load of infamy and contempt, and was deserted not only by the Spectators, but even by its Actors, who, to save themselves from the justice of an abused and enraged people, were forced to fly out of the nation, and to beg for protection and subsistence from their wicked Confederates and Fellow-Jugglers abroad." * * * * * 1725. 1. Five small prints for the translation of _Cassandra_, in five volumes duodecimo. _W. Hogarth inv. & sculp._ 2. Fifteen head pieces for "The _Roman_ Military Punishments, by _John Beaver_, Esq. _London_. From the happy Revolution, Anno xxxvii." (i. e. 1725.) Small quarto, pp. 155. From the preface it should seem that the author had been Judge Advocate. The book is divided into seventeen chapters, each of which, except the second, third, seventh, and twelfth, have small head-pieces prefixed, of ancient military punishments, in the manner of _Callot's_ Small Miseries of War. _W. Hogarth inv. & sculp._ In 1779, were first sold by a printseller ten of these prints, together with two others not in the book, being scenes of modern war; a pair of drums being in one, and a soldier armed with a musket in the other. Thus are there three prints in the book not in this set; viz. Chap. 9. Soldiers sold for slaves. 10. Degradation. 16. Banishment. There is also in the title-page a little figure of a _Roman_ General sitting; probably done by _Hogarth_, though his name is not under it. In the year 1774, these plates were in the possession of a Button-manufacturer at _Birmingham_. There are only eleven, one of them being engraved on both sides. They were given by him, however, to my informant, who parted with them to _S. Harding_ an engraver, who sold them to _Humphry_ the printseller near _Temple-Bar_, their present proprietor. How they fell into the hands of the _Birmingham_ manufacturer (who took off a few impressions from them), is unknown. Query. Does the plate engraved on both sides contain the two modern designs? In a Catalogue of Books sold by _W. Bathoe_, was included "Part of the Collection of the late ingenious _W. Hogarth_, Esq. Serjeant Painter to his Majesty;" in which was _Beaver's_ "_Roman_ Military Punishments," with _twelve plates_ by _Hogarth_. The plate to Chap. XVII. viz. "Pay stopt wholly, or in part, by way of punishment"--"Barley given to offenders instead of wheat, &c." differs in many instances from that sold with the set. At the bottom of the former, in the book, we read, "_W. Hogarth, Invent. sculpt."_ The latter has "_W. Hogarth, invent. & fec._" The former has a range of tents behind the pay-table. These are omitted in the latter; which likewise exhibits an additional soldier attendant on the measuring out of the corn, &c. I do not mean to say that the plate sold with the set is spurious. Had it been a copy, it would naturally have been a servile one. Some reason, now undiscoverable, must have prevailed on our artist to re-engrave it with variations. N. B. The two "scenes of modern war," mentioned also in p. 134, were designed for a continuation of the same work, which was never printed, as I guess from the conclusion of the Author's preface. "This regularly divided my book into two parts; one treating of the _Roman_, the other of the _Modern Military Punishments_. The first I now send into the world, as a man going into the water dips his foot to feel what reception he is like to meet with; by that rule resolving, either to publish the second part, or sit down contented with the private satisfaction of having, by my studies, rendered myself more able worthily to discharge the duties of my office." I have since been assured, that our Author's heir was a pastry-cook, who used all the copies of this book for waste-paper. 3. A burlesque on _Kent's_ altar piece at _St. Clement's_, with notes. "_It represents angels very ill drawn, playing on various instruments._" Speaking of this print, Mr. _Walpole_ in one place calls it a _parody_; and in another, a _burlesque_ on _Kent's_ Altar-piece. But, if we may believe _Hogarth_ himself, it is neither, but a very fair and honest representation of a despicable performance. The following is our artist's inscription to it, transcribed _verbatim & literatim_. "This Print is exactly Engraiv'd after ye celebrated Altar-Piece in St. _Clements_ Church which has been taken down by Order of ye Lord Bishop of _London_ (as tis thought) to prevent Disputs and Laying of wagers among the Parrshioners about ye Artists meaning in it. for publick Satisfaction here is a particular Explanation of it humbly Offerd to be writ under the Original, that it may be put up again by which means ye Parish'es 60 pounds which thay nifely gave for it, may not be Entirely lost. "1st. Tis not the Pretenders Wife and Children as our weak brethren imagin. "2dly. Nor St. _Cecilia_ as the Connoisseurs think but a choir of Angells playing in Consort. "A | an Organ B | an Angel playing on it C | the shortest Ioint of the Arm. D | the longest Ioint E | An Angel tuning an harp F | the inside of his Leg but whether right or Left | is yet undiscover'd G | a hand Playing on a Lute H | the other leg judiciously Omitted to make | room for the harp I& | 2 Smaller Angells as appears by their K | wings" This picture produced a tract, intituled, "A Letter from a Parishioner of _St. Clement Danes_ to _Edmund [Gibson]_ Lord Bishop of _London_, occasion'd by his lordship's causing the picture over the altar to be taken down: with some observations on the use and abuse of Church-paintings in general, and of that picture in particular, 1725." 8vo. See Appendix II. The proofs of this plate are commonly on blue paper, though I have met with more than one on white. The original, after it was removed from the church, was for some years one of the ornaments of the music-room at _The Crown and Anchor_ in the _Strand_. As this house has frequently changed its tenants, &c. I am unable to trace the picture in question any further. There is a good copy of this print by _Livesay_. 4. A scene in _Handel's_ opera of _Ptolomeo_, performed in 1728, with _Farinelli, Cuzzoni,_ and _Senesino_, in the characters of _Ptolemy, Cleopatra,_ and _Julius Cæsar_. Those who are inclined to doubt the authenticity of this performance, will do well to consult the representation on a painted canvas in the small print on masquerades and operas, where the same figures occur in almost the same attitudes. I do not, however, vouch for the genuineness of this plate. In _Southwark Fair_, our artist has borrowed the subject of his show-cloth from _Laguerre_; and might, in the present instance, have adopted it from another hand. The appearance _Farinelli_ makes on this occasion may be justified by the following quotation from a Pamphlet, intituled, _Reflections upon Theatrical Expression in Tragedy, &c._ printed for _W. Johnston_, &c. 1755. "I shall therefore, in my further remarks upon this article, go back to the _Old Italian Theatre_, when _Farinelli_ drew every body to the _Haymarket_. What a pipe! what modulation! what extasy to the ear! But, heavens! what clumsiness! what stupidity! what offence to the eye! Reader, if of the city, thou mayest probably have seen in the fields of _Islington_ or _Mile-end_, or if thou art in the environs of _St. James's_, thou must have observed in the park, with what ease and agility a Cow, heavy with Calf, has rose up at the command of the Milk-woman's foot. Thus from the mossy bank sprung up the _Divine Farinelli_. Then with long strides advancing a few paces, his left hand settled upon his hip, in a beautiful bend like that of the handle of an old-fashioned caudle-cup, his right remained immoveable across his manly breast, till numbness called its partner to supply its place; when it relieved itself in the position of the other handle to the caudle-cup." p. 63, &c. Under a copy of the print abovementioned, which must have been made soon after its publication, appear the following inscription, and wretched ungrammatical lines: The three most Celebrated Singers at the Opera. _Scire tuum nihil est, nisi te scire hoc sciat alter._ _Sigra_ the great, harmoniously inclin'd, Who charms the ear and captivates the mind. _Cuzzoni._ Thou little slave an emblem is of those Whose hearts are wholly att ye worlds dispose. Great _Barrenstadt_[1] encomiums great and true is very short of whats your right and due. The characters in the print under consideration, might have been new-christen'd by the copier of it. Either the dignity of _Senesino_ must have been wonderful, or the following passage in Dr. _Warburton's_ "Enquiry into the Cause of Prodigies and Miracles," (printed in 1727) affords a most notorious example of the Bathos. "Observe," says he, p. 60. "Sir _Walter Raleigh's_ great manner of ending the _first part of the History of the World_. 'By this which we have already set down is seen the beginning and end of the Three first Monarchies of the World; whereof the founders and erectors thought that they could never have ended: that of _Rome_, which made the fourth, was also at this time almost at the highest. We have left it flourishing in the middle of the field; have rooted up, or cut down, all that kept it from the eyes and admiration of the world; but after some continuance, it shall begin to lose the beauty it had; the storms of ambition shall beat her great boughs and branches one against another; her leaves shall fall off; her limbs wither, and a rabble of barbarous nations enter the field and cut her down.' What strength of colouring! What grace, what nobleness of expression! With what a majesty does he close his immortal labour! It puts one in mind of the so much admired exit of the late famed ITALIAN SINGER." [1] _Berenstadt_; a castrato engaged by _Handel_ in the operas. 5. A just View of the _British_ Stage, or three heads better than one, scene _Newgate_, by _M. D. V--to_.[1] This print represents the rehearsing a new farce, that will include the two famous entertainments _Dr. Faustus_ and _Harlequin Shepherd_.[2] To which will be added, _Scaramouch Jack Hall_ the Chimney-sweeper's Escape from _Newgate_ through the Privy, with the comical Humours of _Ben Johnson's Ghost_, concluding with the Play Dance, performed in the air by the figures A. B. C. [_Wilks, Booth,_ and _Cibber_] assisted by ropes from the Muses. Note, there are no Conjurors concerned in it, as the Ignorant imagine. The Bricks, Rubbish, &c. will be real; but the Excrements upon _Jack Hall_ will be made of chewed Gingerbread, to prevent Offence. _Vivat Rex. Price Sixpence._ Such is the inscription on the plate; but I may add, that the _ropes_ already mentioned are no other than _halters_, suspended over the heads of the three managers;[3] and that labels issuing from their respective mouths have the following characteristic words. The airy _Wilks_, who dangles the effigy of _Punch_, is made to exclaim--"Poor _R-ch_! faith I pitty him." The laureat _Cibber_, with _Harlequin_ for his playfellow, invokes the Muses painted on the cieling--"Assist, ye sacred Nine;" while the solemn _Booth_, letting down the image of _Jack Hall_ into the forica, is most tragically blaspheming--"Ha! this will do, G-d d-m me." On a table before these gentlemen lies a pamphlet, exhibiting a print of _Jack Shepherd_, in confinement; and over the forica is suspended a parcel of waste paper, consisting of leaves torn from _The Way of the World--Hamlet--Macbeth_, and _Julius Cæsar. Ben Jonson's_ Ghost, in the mean while, is rising through the stage, and p----g on a pantomimic statue tumbled from its base. A fidler is also represented hanging by a cord in the air, and performing, with a scroll before him, that exhibits--_Music for the What_--[perhaps the _What d' ye call it] entertainment_. The countenances of Tragedy and Comedy, on each side of the stage, are hoodwinked by the bills for _Harlequin Dr. Faustus_ and _Harlequin Shepherd_, &c. &c. There is also a dragon preparing to fly; a dog thrusting his head out of his kennel; a flask put in motion by machinery, &c. _Vivetur Ingenio_ is the motto over the curtain. In Mr. _Walpole's_ catalogue the description of this plate is, "_Booth, Wilks, and Cibber, contriving a pantomime. A satire on farces. No name._" [1] Mr. _Devoto_ was scene-painter to _Drury-Lane_ or _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_, and also to _Goodman's Fields_ Theatre. There is a mezzotinto of him with the following title: "_Johannes Devoto_ Historicus Scenicusque Pictor." _Vincenso Damini_ pinxit. _J. Faber_ fecit, 1736. [2] Dr. _Faustus_ and _Harlequin Shepherd_ were pantomimes contrived by _Thurmond_ the dancing-master, and acted at _Drury-Lane_ in 1725. [3]--_Halters_, &c.; The same idea is introduced in the 9th plate of the apprentices. * * * * * 1726. 1. Frontispiece to _Terræ-filius. W. Hogarth fec._ This work was printed in two volumes 12°, at _Oxford_, and is a satire on the Tory principles of that University. It was written by _Nicholas Amherst_, author of _The Craftsman_, and was originally published in one volume. 2. Twelve prints for _Hudibras_; the large set. _W. Hogarth inv. pinx. et sculp._ Under the head of _Butler_: "The basso relievo of the pedestal represents the general design of Mr. _Butler_, in his incomparable poem of _Hudibras_; viz. _Butler's_ Genious in a Car lashing around Mount _Parnassus_, in the persons of _Hudibras_ and _Ralpho_, Rebellion, Hypocrisy, and Ignorance, the reigning vices of his time." This set of prints was published by subscription, by _P. Overton_ and _J. Cooper_. Mr. _S. Ireland_ has seven of the original drawings; three others are known to be preserved in _Holland_; and two more were lately existing in this kingdom. The plates, as has been mentioned already in p. 11, are now the property of Mr. _Sayer_, whose name, as publisher, is subjoined. The Rev. Mr. _Bowle_, F. A. S. had a set with the list of the subscribers, which he purchased at the Duke of _Beaufort's_ sale in _Wiltshire_. The printed title to them is, "Twelve excellent and most diverting Prints; taken from the celebrated Poem of _Hudibras_, wrote by Mr. _Samuel Butler_. Exposing the Villany and Hypocrisy of the Times. Invented and Engraved on Twelve Copper-plates, by _William Hogarth_, and are humbly dedicated to _William Ward_, Esq. of _Great Houghton_ in _Northamptonshire_; and Mr. _Allan Ramsay_, of _Edinburgh_. "What excellence can Brass or Marble claim! These Papers better do secure thy Fame: Thy Verse all Monuments does far surpass, No Mausoleum's like thy _Hudibras_. "Printed and sold by _Philip Overton_, Print and Map-seller, at the _Golden Buck_ near _St. Dunstan's Church_ in _Fleet-street_; and _John Cooper_, in _James-street, Covent Garden_, 1726." _Allan Ramsay_ subscribed for 30 sets. The number of subscribers in all amounts to 192. On the print of _Hudibras_ and the _Lawyer_ is _W. Hogart delin. et sculp._ a proof that our artist had not yet disused the original mode in which he spelt his name. In the scene of the _Committee_, one of the members has his gloves on his head. I am told this whimsical custom once prevailed among our sanctified fraternity; but it is in vain, I suppose, to ask the reason why. In plate XI. (earliest impressions) the words "Down with the Rumps" are wanting on the scroll.--Memorandum. At the top of the proposals for this set of Prints, is a small one representing _Hudibras_ and _Ralpho_, engraved by _Pine_. The original drawing for it by _Hogarth_ is in the possession of Mr. _Betew_, Silversmith, in _Compton-street, Soho_. 3. Seventeen small prints for _Hudibras_, with _Butler's_ head. There certainly must have been some mistake concerning this portrait. It never could have been designed for the author of _Hudibras_; but more strongly resembles _John Baptist Monnoyer_, the flower-painter. There is a print of him by _White_, from a picture of Sir _Godfrey Kneller_. This I suppose to have been the original of _Hogarth's_ small _Butler_. The same designs engraved on a larger scale, and with some slight variations, by _J. Mynde_, for _Grey's_ edition of _Hudibras_, published in 1744. Previous, however, to both, appeared another set of plates, eighteen in number, for an edition in _eighteens_ of this celebrated poem. To these it is manifest that _Hogarth_ was indebted for his ideas of several of the scenes and personages both in his larger and smaller performances on the same subject. That the collector may know the book when he meets with it, the following is a transcript of the title-page. "_Hudibras._ In three Parts. Written in the time of the late Wars. Corrected and amended, with Additions. To which is added, Annotations to the third Part, with an exact Index to the whole; never before printed. Adorned with cuts. London. Printed for _R. Chiswel, J. Tonson, T. Horne,_ and _R. Willington_, 1710." Copies from the smaller plates are likewise inserted in _Townly's_ translation of _Hudibras_ into _French_, with the _English_ on the opposite page. He was, I believe, an officer in the _Irish_ brigade. The following is the title-page to his work. "_Hudibras_, Poeme ecrit dans les tems des troubles d'_Angleterre_; et traduit en vers _François_, avec des remarques et des figures. 3 tom. 12mo. A _Londres_, 1757." It seems rather to have been printed at _Paris_. The plates have no name subscribed to them. 4. _Cunicularii_, or the Wise Men of _Godliman_ in Consultation. "They held their talents most adroit For any mystical exploit." HUDIB. This print was published in the year 1726, i. e. about the same time that Lord _Onslow_ wrote the following letter: "To the Honble. Sir _Hans Sloane_. To be left at the _Grecian_ Coffe House, in _Devereux Court_ near _Temple Bar London_. "Sir, The report of a woman's breeding of rabbits has almost alarmed _England_, and in a manner persuaded several people of sound judgt of that truth. I have been at some pains to discover the affair, and think I have conquerd my poynt, as you will se by the Depotition taken before me, which shall be published in a day or two. I am "Yr humble Servant, "ONSLOW. "_Clandon, Dec._ 4_th_, 1726." Soon after, Mr. _St. André_ also addressed this note to Sir _Hans Sloane_: "Sir, I have brought the woman from _Guilford_ to ye Bagnio in _Leicester-fields_, where you may if you please have the opportunity of seeing her deliver'd. I am Sr Your Hum Servt "ST. ANDRÉ.[1] "To Sir _Hans Sloane_ in _Bloomsbury Square_." In the plate already mentioned, figure A represents _St. André_. [He has a kitt under his arm, having been at first designed by his family for a fencing and dancing-master, though he afterwards attached himself to music of a higher order than that necessary for one of the professions already mentioned.] B is Sir _Richard Manningham_, C Mr. _Sainthill_ a celebrated surgeon here in _London_, D is _Howard_ the surgeon at _Guildford_, who was supposed to have had a chief hand in the imposture. The rest of the characters explain themselves. Perhaps my readers may excuse me, if I add a short account of another design for a print on the same subject; especially as some collectors have been willing to receive it as a work of _Hogarth_. In _Mist's Weekly Journal, Saturday, Jan._ 11th, 1726-7, was the following advertisement: "The Rabbit affair made clear in a full account of the whole matter; with the pictures engraved of the pretended Rabbit-breeder herself, _Mary Tofts_, and of the Rabbits, and of the persons who attended her during her pretended deliveries, shewing who were and who were not imposed on by her. 'Tis given gratis no where, but only up one pair of stairs at the sign of the celebrated Anodyne Necklace recommended by Doctor _Chamberlen_ for Children's teeth, &c." The original drawing from which the plate promised in _Mist's_ Journal was taken, remained in the possession of Mr. _James Vertue_, and was probably designed by his brother _George_. It was sold in 1781 in the collection of _George Scott_, Esq. of _Chigwell_ in _Essex_, together with eight tracts relative to the same imposture, for three guineas, and is now in the collection of Mr. _Gough_. _St. André's Miscarriage_, a ballad, published in 1727, has the following stanza on this subject: "He dissected, compar'd, and distinguish'd likewise The make of these rabbits, their growth and their size. He preserv'd them in spirits, and--a little too late Preserv'd (_Vertue sculpsit_) a neat copper plate." There is also a copper-plate, consisting of twelve compartments, on the same story. It exhibits every stage throughout this celebrated fraud. _St. André_ appears in the habit of a _Merry-Andrew_. The general title of it is, "The Doctors in Labour; or a new Whim-wham from _Guilford_. Being a representation of the frauds by which the _Godliman_ woman carried on her pretended Rabbit breeding; also of the simplicity of our Doctors, by which they assisted to carry on that imposture, discovered their skill, and contributed to the mirth of his Majesty's liege subjects." In _Mist's_ Journal for _Saturday, Dec._ 17, 1726, is also the following paragraph, which shews that the playhouse joined in the general ridicule of _St. André_. "Last week the entertainment called _The Necromancer_ was performed at the Theatre in _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_, wherein a new _Rabbit-scene_ was introduced by way of episode; by which the Public may understand as much of that affair, as by the present controversy among the Gentlemen of the faculty, who are flinging their bitter pills at one another, to convince the world that none of them understand any thing of the matter." I am told by one of the spectators still alive, that in this new scene, _Harlequin_, being converted into a woman, pretended to be in labour, and was first delivered of a large pig, then of a sooterkin, &c. &c. From the same paper of _Saturday, Jan._ 21, 1727, we learn, that "The pretended Rabbit-breeder, in order to perpetuate her fame, has had her picture done in a curious mezzotinto print by an able hand." It was painted by _Laguerre_, and scraped by _Faber_. She has a rabbit on her lap, and displays a countenance expressive of the utmost vulgarity. In _Hogarth's_ comic representation, the remarkable turn-up of the nose is preserved. This, perhaps, was the only feature in her face that could not be altered by the convulsions of her pretended agony, or our artist would have given her resemblance with greater exactness. Mr. _Dillingham_, an apothecary in _Red-Lion-Square_, laid a wager of ten guineas with _St. André_, that in a limited time the cheat would be detected. The money was paid him, and he expended it on a piece of plate, with three rabbits engraved by way of arms. I learn from _The Weekly Miscellany_, for _April_ 19, 1740, that a few days before, "The celebrated Rabbit-woman of _Godalmin_ in _Surry_ was committed to _Guildford Gaol_, for receiving stolen goods." In _The Gazetteer, or Daily London Advertiser, Jan._ 21, 1763, was this paragraph, which closes the story of our heroine: "Last week died at _Godalming_ in _Surry, Mary Tofts,_ formerly noted for an imposition of breeding Rabbits." [1] Both these letters are in _The British Museum_. See MS. Sloan. 3312. XXVI. G. and MS. Sloan. 3316. XXVI. G. * * * * * 1727. 1. Music introduced to _Apollo_ by _Minerva. Hogarth fecit. "Frontispiece to some book of music, or ticket for a concert."_ I can venture to affirm, on unquestionable authority, that this print is a mere copy from the frontispiece to a more ancient book of music. The composer's name has escaped my memory. 2. Masquerade Ticket. A. a sacrifice to _Priapus_. B. a pair of Lecherometers shewing the companys inclinations as they approach em. Invented for the use of ladies and gentlemen, by the ingenious Mr. _H----r [Heidegger]._ Price One Shilling. "_There is much wit in this print._" The attentive observer will find, that _Hogarth_ has transplanted several circumstances from hence into the first plate to the _Analysis of Beauty_, as well as into his Satire on the Methodists. See the ornaments of an altar composed of a concatenation of different periwigs, and the barometers expressing the different degrees of animal heat. At the corners of the dial on the top of this print is the date of the year (1727), and the face of _Heidegger_ appears under the figure XII. In the earliest impressions, the word Provocatives has, instead of V the open vowel U. This incorrectness in spelling was afterwards amended, though in a bungling manner, the round bottoms of the original letters being still visible.[1] Concerning _John James Heidegger_, whose face has been more than once introduced by our artist, the reader may express some curiosity. The following account of him is therefore appended to the foregoing article. "This extraordinary man, the son of a clergyman, was a native of _Zurich_ in _Switzerland_, where he married, but left his country in consequence of an intrigue. Having had an opportunity of visiting the principal cities of _Europe_, he acquired a taste for elegant and refined pleasures, which, united to a strong inclination for voluptuousness, by degrees qualified him for the management of public amusements. In 1708, when he was near 50 years old, he came to _England_ on a negotiation from the _Swiss_ at _Zurich_; but, failing in his embassy, he entered as a private soldier in the guards for protection.[2] By his sprightly, engaging conversation, and insinuating address, he soon worked himself into the good graces of our young people of fashion; from whom he obtained the appellation of 'the _Swiss_ Count.'[3] He had the address to procure a subscription, with which in 1709 he was enabled to furnish out the opera of '_Thomyris_,'[4] which was written in _English_, and performed at the Queen's theatre in the _Haymarket_. The music, however, was _Italian_; that is to say, airs selected from sundry of the foreign operas by _Bononcini, Scarlatti, Stefani, Gasparini,_ and _Albinoni_. Most of the songs in '_Thomyris_' were excellent, those by _Bononcini_ especially: _Valentini, Margarita,_ and Mrs. _Tofts_ sung in it; and _Heidegger_ by this performance alone was a gainer of 500 guineas.[5] The judicious remarks he made on several defects in the conduct of our operas in general, and the hints he threw out for improving the entertainments of the royal theatre, soon established his character as a good critic. Appeals were made to his judgement; and some very magnificent and elegant decorations, introduced upon the stage in consequence of his advice, gave such satisfaction to _George_ II. who was fond of operas, that, upon being informed to whose genius he was indebted for these improvements, his majesty was pleased from that time to countenance him, and he soon obtained the chief management of the Opera-house in _The Haymarket_. He then set about improving another species of diversion, not less agreeable to the king, which was the masquerades, and over these he always presided at the king's theatre. He was likewise appointed master of the revels. The nobility now caressed him so much, and had such an opinion of his taste, that all splendid and elegant entertainments given by them upon particular occasions, and all private assemblies by subscription, were submitted to his direction.[6] "From the emoluments of these several employments, he gained a regular considerable income, amounting, it is said, in some years, to 5000 _l._ which he spent with much liberality: particularly in the maintenance of perhaps a somewhat too luxurious table; so that it may be said, he raised an income, but never a fortune. His foibles, however, if they deserve so harsh a name, were completely 'covered' by his 'charity,' which was boundless.[7] "That he was a good judge of music, appears from his opera: but this is all that is known of his mental abilities;[8] unless we add, what we have good authority for saying in honour to his _memory_, that he walked from _Charing-Cross_ to _Temple-bar_, and back again; and when he came home, wrote down every sign on each side the _Strand_. "As to his person, though he was tall and well made, it was not very pleasing, from an unusual hardness of features.[9] But he was the first to joke upon his own ugliness; and he once laid a wager with the earl of _Chesterfield_, that, within a certain given time, his lordship would not be able to produce so hideous a face in all _London_. After strict search, a woman was found, whose features were at first sight thought stronger than _Heidegger's_; but, upon clapping her head-dress upon himself, he was universally allowed to have won the wager. _Jolly_, a well-known taylor, carrying his bill to a noble duke, his grace, for evasion said, 'Damn your ugly face, I never will pay you till you bring me an uglier fellow than yourself!' _Jolly_ bowed and retired, wrote a letter, and sent it by a servant to _Heidegger_; saying, 'his grace wished to see him the next morning on particular business.' _Heidegger_ attended, and _Jolly_ was there to meet him; and in consequence, as soon as _Heidegger's_ visit was over, _Jolly_ received the cash. "The late facetious duke of _Montagu_ (the memorable author of the bottle-conjuror at the theatre in _The Haymarket_) gave an entertainment at _The Devil-tavern, Temple-bar_, to several of the nobility and gentry, selecting the most convivial, and a few hard-drinkers, who were all in the plot. _Heidegger_ was invited, and in a few hours after dinner was made so dead drunk that he was carried out of the room, and laid insensible upon a bed. A profound sleep ensued; when the late Mrs. _Salmon's_ daughter was introduced, who took a mould from his face in plaster of Paris. From this a mask was made, and a few days before the next masquerade (at which the king promised to be present, with the countess of _Yarmouth_), the duke made application to _Heidegger's_ valet de chambre, to know what suit of cloaths he was likely to wear; and then procuring a similar dress, and a person of the same stature, he gave him his instructions. On the evening of the masquerade, as soon as his majesty was seated (who was always known by the conductor of the entertainment and the officers of the court, though concealed by his dress from the company), _Heidegger_, as usual, ordered the music to play 'God save the King;' but his back was no sooner turned, than the false _Heidegger_ ordered them to strike up '_Charly_ over the Water.' The whole company were instantly thunderstruck, and all the courtiers, not in the plot, were thrown into a stupid consternation. _Heidegger_ flew to the music-gallery, swore, stamped, and raved, accused the musicians of drunkenness, or of being set on by some secret enemy to ruin him. The king and the countess laughed so immoderately, that they hazarded a discovery. While _Heidegger_ stayed in the gallery, 'God save the King' was the tune; but when, after setting matters to rights, he retired to one of the dancing-rooms, to observe if decorum was kept by the company, the counterfeit stepping forward, and placing himself upon the floor of the theatre, just in front of the music-gallery, called out in a most audible voice, imitating _Heidegger_, damned them for blockheads, had he not just told them to play '_Charly_ over the Water.' A pause ensued; the musicians, who knew his character, in their turn thought him either drunk or mad; but, as he continued his vociferation, '_Charly_' was played again. At this repetition of the supposed affront, some of the officers of the guards, who always attended upon these occasions, were for ascending the gallery, and kicking the musicians out; but the late duke of _Cumberland_, who could hardly contain himself, interposed. The company were thrown into great confusion. 'Shame! Shame!' resounded from all parts, and _Heidegger_ once more flew in a violent rage to that part of the theatre facing the gallery. Here the duke of _Montagu_, artfully addressing himself to him, told him, 'the king was in a violent passion; that his best way was to go instantly and make an apology, for certainly the music were mad, and afterwards to discharge them.' Almost at the same instant, he ordered the false _Heidegger_ to do the same. The scene now became truly comic in the circle before the king. _Heidegger_ had no sooner made a genteel apology for the insolence of his musicians, but the false _Heidegger_ advanced, and, in a plaintive tone, cried out, 'Indeed, Sire, it was not my fault, but that devil's in my likeness.' Poor _Heidegger_ turned round, stared, staggered, grew pale, and could not utter a word. The duke then humanely whispered in his ear the sum of his plot, and the counterfeit was ordered to take off his mask. Here ended the frolick; but _Heidegger_ swore he would never attend any public amusement, if that witch the wax-work woman did not break the mould, and melt down the mask before his face.[10] "Being once at supper with a large company, when a question was debated, which nationalist of _Europe_, had the greatest ingenuity; to the surprise of all present, he claimed that character for the _Swiss_, and appealed to himself for the truth of it. 'I was born a _Swiss_, said he, 'and came to _England_ without a farthing, where I have found means to gain 5000 _l._ a year, and to spend it. Now I defy the most able _Englishman_ to go to _Switzerland_, and either to gain that income, or to spend it there.' He died _Sept._ 4, 1749, at the advanced age of 96 years, at his house at _Richmond_ in _Surrey_, where he was buried. He left behind him one natural daughter, Miss _Pappet_, who was married _Sept._ 2, 1750, to Captain (afterwards Sir _Peter) Denis_.[11] Part of this lady's fortune was a house at the north west corner of _Queen-square, Ormond-street_, which Sir _Peter_ afterwards sold to the late Dr. _Campbell_, and purchased a seat in _Kent_, pleasantly situated near _Westram_, then called _Valence_, but now (by its present proprietor, the earl of _Hillsborough_) _Hill Park_." [1] In this print our artist has likewise imitated the manner of _Callot_. [2] See N° 48, among the prints of uncertain date. [3] See Sir _John Hawkins's_ History of Music, Vol. V. p. 142. He is twice noticed under this title in the "Tatler," Nos. 12. and 18.; and in Mr. _Duncombe's_ "Collection of Letters of several eminent Persons deceased," is a humourous dedication of Mr. _Hughes's_ "Vision of _Chaucer_," to "the _Swiss_ Count." [4] There was another opera of the same name, by _Peter Motteux_, in 1719. [5] "_Thomyris_" and "_Camilla_" were both revived in 1726; but neither of them then succeeded. [6] _J. N._ has been favoured with the sight of an amethyst snuff-box set in gold, presented to _Heidegger_ in 1731, by the duke of _Lorrain_, afterwards emperor of _Germany_, which _Heidegger_ very highly valued, and bequeathed to his executor _Lewis Way_, esq. of _Richmond_, and which is now (1785) in the possession of his son _Benjamin Way_, esq. [7] After a successful masquerade, he has been known to give away several hundred pounds at a time. "You know poor objects of distress better than I do," he would frequently observe to Mr. _Way_, "Be so kind as to give away this money for me." This well-known liberality, perhaps, contributed much to his carrying on that diversion with so little opposition as he met with. [8] _Pope_ (Dunciad, I. 289.) calls the bird which attended on the goddess "--------------a monster of a fowl, Something betwixt a _Heidegger_ and owl." and explains _Heidegger_ to mean "a strange bird from _Switzerland_, and not (as some have supposed) the name of an eminent person, who was a man of parts, and, as was said of _Petronius_, Arbiter Elegantiarum." The author of _The Scandalizade_ has also put the following description of our hero into the mouth of _Handel_: "Thou perfection, as far as e'er nature could run, Of the ugly, quoth _H--d-l_, in th' ugliest baboon, Human nature's, and even thy Maker's disgrace, So frightful thy looks, so grotesque is thy face! With a hundred deep wrinkles impress'd on thy front, Like a map with a great many rivers upon't; Thy lascivious ridottos, obscene masquerades, Have unmaided whole scores ev'ry season of maids." _Fielding_ also has introduced him in the Puppet-show, with which the _Author's Farce_ (acted at the _Haymarket_ 1729), concludes, under the title of _Count Ugly_. "_Nonsense._ Too late, O mighty Count, you came. _Count._ I ask not for myself, for I disdain O'er the poor ragged tribe of bards to reign. Me did my stars to happier fates prefer, Sur-intendant des plaisirs d'_Angleterre_. If masquerades you have, let those be mine, But on the Signor let the laurel shine. _Tragedy_. What is thy plea? Half written? _Count_. No nor read. Put it from dulness any may succeed, To that and nonsense I good title plead, Nought else was ever in my masquerade." [9] In a Dedication to "The Masquerade, a Poem, inscribed to Count _Heidegger_," (which is the production of Mr. _Fielding_, though foisted into the works of Dr. _Arbuthnot_,) the facetious writer says, "I cannot help congratulating you on that gift of Nature, by which you seem so adapted to the post you enjoy. I mean that natural masque, which is too visible a perfection to be here insisted on----and, I am sure, never fails of making an impression on the most indifferent beholder. Another gift of Nature, which you seem to enjoy in no small degree, is that modest confidence supporting you in every act of your life. Certainly, a great blessing! For I always have observed, that brass in the forehead draws gold into the pocket. As for what mankind calls virtues, I shall not compliment you on them: since you are so wise as to keep them secret from the world, far be it from me to publish them; especially since they are things which lie out of the way of your calling. Smile then (if you can smile) on my endeavours, and this little poem, with candour----for which the author desires no more gratuity than a ticket for your next ball." There is a mezzotinto of _Heidegger_ by _J. Faber_, 1742, (other copies dated 1749) from a painting by _Vanloo_, a striking likeness, now (1785) in the possession of _Peter Crawford_, esq. of _Cold Bath Fields_. [10] To this occurrence the following imperfect stanzas, transcribed from the hand-writing of _Pope_, are supposed to relate. They were found on the back of a page containing some part of his translation, either of the "Iliad" or "Odyssey," in the _British Museum_. XIII. "Then he went to the side-board, and call'd for much liquor, And glass after glass he drank quicker and quicker; So that _Heidegger_ quoth, Nay, faith on his oath, Of two hogsheads of Burgundy, _Satan_ drank both. Then all like a ---- the Devil appear'd, And strait the whole tables of dishes he clear'd; Then a friar, then a nun, And then he put on A face all the company took for his own. Even thine, O false _Heidegger!_ who wert so wicked To let in the Devil----" [11] Who died _June_ 12, 1778, being then vice-admiral of the red. See Memoirs of him in Gent. Mag. 1780, p. 268. 3. Frontispiece to a Collection of Songs, with the Music by Mr. _Leveridge_, in two vols. 8vo. _London_, engraved and printed for the author, in _Tavistock-street, Covent-Garden_, 1727. This design consists of a _Bacchus_ and a _Venus_ in the Clouds, and a figure with musical instruments, &c. on the earth, soliciting their attention, &c. The ornaments round the engraved title-page seem likewise to be _Hogarth's_. * * * * * 1728. 1. Head of _Hesiod_, from the bust at _Wilton_. The frontispiece to _Cook's_ translation of _Hesiod_, in 2 vols. 4to. printed by _N. Blandford_ for _T. Green_. 2. _Rich's_ Glory, or his Triumphant Entry into _Covent Garden. W. H. I. Et. SULP. Price Sixpence._ The date of the print before us has been conjectured from its reference to the _Beggar's Opera_, and _Perseus_ and _Andromeda_,[1] both of which were acted in the year already mentioned. This plate represents the removal of _Rich_ and his scenery, authors, actors, &c. from _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_ to the _New House_; and might therefore be as probably referred to the year 1733, when that event happened. The scene is the area of _Covent Garden_, across which, leading toward the door of the Theatre, is a long procession, consisting of a cart loaded with thunder and lightning; performers, &c. and at the head of them Mr. _Rich_ (invested with the skin of the famous dog in _Perseus_ and _Andromeda_) riding with his mistress in a chariot driven by _Harlequin_, and drawn by Satyrs. But let the verses at bottom explain our artist's meaning: Not with more glory through the streets of _Rome_, Return'd great conquerors in triumph home, Than, proudly drawn with Beauty by his side, We see gay _R---_[2] in gilded chariot ride. He comes, attended by a num'rous throng, Who, with loud shouts, huzza the Chief along. Behold two bards, obsequious, at his wheels, Confess the joy each raptur'd bosom feels; Conscious that wit by him will be receiv'd, And on his stage true humour be retriev'd. No _sensible_ and _pretty_ play will fall[3] Condemn'd by him as not theatrical. The players follow, as they here are nam'd, Dress'd in each character for which they're fam'd. _Quin_ th' _Old Bachelour_, a _Hero Ryan_ shows, Who _stares_ and stalks majestick as he goes. _Walker_,[4] in his lov'd character we see A Prince, tho' once a fisherman was he, And _Massanelo_ nam'd; in this he prides, Tho' fam'd for many other parts besides. Then _Hall_,[5] who tells the bubbled countrymen That _Carolus_ is _Latin_ for _Queen Anne_. Did ever mortal know so clean a bite? Who else, like him, can copy _Serjeant Kite!_ To the _Piazza_ let us turn our eyes, See _Johnny Gay_ on porters shoulders rise, Whilst a bright Man of Tast his works despise.[6] Another author wheels his works with care, In hopes to get a market at this fair; For such a day he sees not ev'ry year. By the _Man of Taste_, Mr. _Pope_ was apparently designed. He is represented, in his tye-wig, at one corner of the _Piazza_, wiping his posteriors with the _Beggar's Opera_. The letter P is over his head. His little sword is significantly placed, and the peculiarity of his figure well preserved. The reason why our artist has assigned such an employment to him, we can only guess. It seems, indeed, from Dr. _Johnson's_ Life of _Gay_, that _Pope_ did not _think_ the _Beggar's Opera_ would succeed. _Swift_, however, was of the same opinion; and yet the former supported the piece on the first night of exhibition, and the latter defended it in his _Intelligencer_ against the attacks of Dr. _Herring_,[7] then preacher to the Society of _Lincoln's-Inn_, afterwards archbishop of _Canterbury. Hogarth_ might be wanton in his satire; might have founded it on idle report; or might have sacrificed truth to the prejudices of Sir _James Thornhill_, whose quarrel, on another occasion, he is supposed to have taken up, when he ridiculed _The Translator of Homer_ in a view of "The Gate of _Burlington-house_." There are besides some allusions in the verses already quoted, as well as in the piece they refer to, which I confess my inability to illustrate. Those who are best acquainted with the theatric and poetical history of the years 1728, &c. would prove the most successful commentators on the present occasion; but not many can possibly be now alive who were at that period competent judges of such matters. This print, however, was not only unpublished, but in several places is unfinished. It was probably suppressed by the influence of some of the characters represented in it. The style of composition, and manner of engraving, &c. &c. would have sufficiently proved it to be the work of _Hogarth_, if the initials of his name had been wanting at the bottom of the plate. [1] The _Perseus_ and _Andromeda_, for which _Hogarth_ engraved the plates mentioned in p. 170, was not published till 1730; but there was one under the same title at _Drury-Lane_ in 1728. As both houses took each other's plans at that time, perhaps the _Lincoln's-Inn Fields Perseus_ might have been acted before it was printed. [2] _Rich._ [3] No _sensible_ and _pretty_ play, &c. This refers to _Cibber's_ decision on the merits of some piece offered for representation, and, we may suppose, rejected. In a copy of verses addressed to _Rich_ on the building of _Covent Garden_ Theatre, are the following lines, which seem to allude to the rejection already mentioned: "Poets no longer shall submit their plays To learned _Cibber's_ gilded withered bays; To such a judge the labour'd scene present, Whom _sensible_ and _pretty_ won't content: But to thy theatre with pleasure bear The comic laughter and the tragic tear." [4] The original _Macheath_. He used, however, to perform the heroes, particularly _Alexander_. From these lines it appears that _Massanello_, was a favourite part with him. From _Chetwood's_ History of the Stage, p. 141, I learn that _Walker_ had contracted the two parts of _Durfey's Massanello_ into one piece, which was acted with success at _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_. [5] The original _Lockit_, who was also celebrated for his performance of Serjeant _Kite_. [6] The grammar and spelling of this line are truly _Hogarthian_. [7] "A noted preacher near _Lincoln's-Inn_ playhouse has taken notice of the _Beggar's Opera_ in the pulpit, and inveighed against it as a thing of very evil tendency." _Mist's Weekly Journal, March_ 30, 1728. 3. The Beggar's Opera. The title over it is in capitals uncommonly large. _Brittons_ attend--view this harmonious stage, And listen to those notes which charm the age. Thus shall your tastes in _sounds_ and _sense_ be shown, And _Beggar's Op'ras_ ever be your own. No painter or engraver's name. The plate seems at once to represent the exhibition of _The Beggar's Opera_, and the rehearsal of an _Italian_ one. In the _former_, all the characters are drawn with the heads of different animals; as _Polly_, with a Cat's; _Lucy_, with a Sow's; _Macheath_, with an Ass's; _Lockit_, and Mr. and Mrs. _Peachum_, with those of an Ox, a Dog, and an Owl. In the _latter_, several noblemen appear conducting the chief female singer forward on the stage, and perhaps are offering her money, or protection from a figure that is rushing towards her with a drawn sword. Harmony, flying in the air, turns her back on the _English_ playhouse, and hastens toward the rival theatre. Musicians stand in front of the former, playing on the Jew's-harp, the salt-box, the bladder and string, bagpipes, &c. On one side are people of distinction, some of whom kneel as if making an offer to _Polly_, or paying their adorations to her. To these are opposed a butcher, &c. expressing similar applause. _Apollo_, and one of the Muses, are fast asleep beneath the stage. A man is easing nature under a wall hung with ballads, and shewing his contempt of such compositions, by the use he makes of one of them. A sign of the star, a gibbet, and some other circumstances less intelligible, appear in the back ground. 4. The same. The lines under it are engraved in a different manner from those on the preceding plate. Sold at the Print-Shop in _The Strand_, near _Catherine Street_. 5. A copy of the same, under the following title, &c. The Opera House, or the _Italian_ Eunuch's Glory. Humbly inscribed to those Generous Encouragers of Foreigners, and Ruiners of _England_. From _France_, from _Rome_ we come, To help Old _England_ to _to_ b' undone. Under the division of the print that represents the _Italian Opera_, the words--_Stage Mutiny_--are perhaps improperly added. On the two sides of this print are scrolls, containing a list of the presents made to _Farinelli_. The words are copied from the same enumeration in the second plate of the Rake's Progress.[1] At the bottom are the following lines: "_Brittains_ attend--view this harmonious stage, And listen to those notes which charm the age. How sweet the sound where cats and bears With brutish noise offend our ears! Just so the foreign singers move Rather contempt than gain our love. Were such discourag'd, we should find Musick at home to charm the mind! Our home-spun authors must forsake the field, And _Shakespear_ to the _Italian Eunuchs_ yield."[2] Perhaps the original print was the work of _Gravelot, Vandergucht,_ or some person unknown.[3] The idea of it is borrowed from a _French_ book, called _Les Chats_, printed at _Amsterdam_ in 1728. In this work, facing p. 117, is represented an opera performed by cats, superbly habited. The design is by _Coypel_; the engraving by _T. Otten_. At the end of the treatise, the opera itself is published. It is improbable that _Hogarth_ should have met with this _jeu d'esprit_; and, if he did, he could not have read the explanation to it. [1] The following paragraph appeared in the _Grub-street Journal_ for _April_ 10, 1735; and to this perhaps _Hogarth_ alluded in the list of donations already mentioned: "His Royal Highness the Prince hath been pleased to make a present of a fine wrought gold snuff-box, richly set with brilliants and rubies, in which was inclosed a pair of brilliant diamond knee buckles, as also a purse of 100 guineas, to the famous Signor _Farinelli_, &c." [2] These two last lines make part of _Addison's_ Prologue to _Phædra_ and _Hippolytus_, reading only "the soft _Scarlatti_," instead of _Italian Eunuchs_. [3] At the back of an old impression of it, in the collection of the late Mr. _Rogers_, I meet with the name of _Echerlan_, but am unacquainted with any such designer or engraver.----I have since been told he came over to _England_ to dispose of a number of foreign prints, and was himself no mean caricaturist. Having drawn an aggravated likeness of an _English_ nobleman, whose figure was peculiarly unhappy, he was forced to fly in consequence of a resentment which threatened little short of assassination. * * * * * 1729. 1. King _Henry_ the Eighth, and _Anna Bullen_. "_Very indifferent._" This plate has very idly been imagined to contain the portraits of _Frederick_ Prince of _Wales_ and Miss _Vane_;[1] but the stature and faces, both of the lady and _Percy_, are totally unlike their supposed originals. Underneath are the following verses by _Allan Ramsay_: Here struts old pious _Harry_, once the great Reformer of the _English_ church and state: 'Twas thus he stood, when _Anna Bullen's_ charms Allur'd the amorous monarch to her arms; With his right hand he leads her as his own, To place this matchless beauty on his throne; Whilst _Kate_ and _Piercy_ mourn their wretched fate, And view the royal pair with equal hate, Reflecting on the pomp of glittering crowns, And arbitrary power that knows no bounds. Whilst _Wolsey_, leaning on his throne of state, Through this unhappy change foresees his fate, Contemplates wisely upon worldly things, The cheat of grandeur, and the faith of kings. Mr. _Charlton_, of _Canterbury_, has a copy of this print, with the following title and verses: "King _Henry_ VIII. bringing to court _Anne Bullen_, who was afterwards his royal consort." _Hogarth design. &. sculp._ See here the great, the daring _Harry_ stands, Peace, Plenty, Freedom, shining in his face, With lovely _Anna Bullen_ joining hands, Her looks bespeaking ev'ry heav'nly grace. See _Wolsey_ frowning, discontent and sour, Feeling the superstitious _structure_ shake: While _Henry's_ driving off the _Roman_ whore, For _Britain's_ weal, and his _Lutherian's_ sake. Like _Britain's_ Genius our brave King appears, Despising Priestcraft, Avarice, and Pride; Nor the loud roar of _Babel's_ bulls he fears, The Dagon falls before his beauteous bride. Like _England's_ Church, all sweetness and resign'd, The comely queen her lord with calmness eyes; As if she said, If goodness guard your mind, You ghostly tricks and trump'ry may despise. [1] To the fate of this lady Dr. _Johnson_ has a beautiful allusion in his _Vanity of Human Wishes_: "Yet _Vane_ could tell what ills from beauty spring, And _Sedley_ curs'd the form that _pleas'd a king_." Perhaps the thought, that suggested this couplet, is found in _Loveling's_ Poems, a work already quoted: -------nec _Gwynnam_ valebat _Angliaco placuisse regi_. Mersa est acerbo funere sanguinis _Vanella_ clari: nec grave spiculum Averteret fati _Machaon_, Nec madido _Fredericus_ ore. 2. The same plate without any verses, but with an inscription added in their room. _Ramsay_ seems to have been particularly attached to _Hogarth_. He subscribed, as I have already observed, for thirty copies of the large _Hudibras_. The original picture was at _Vauxhall_, in the portico of the old great room on the right-hand of the entry into the garden. See p. 29. 3. Frontispiece to the "Humours of _Oxford_," a comedy by _James Miller_; acted at _Drury-Lane_, and published in 8vo, 1729.[1] _W. Hogarth inv. G. Vandergucht sc._ The Vice-chancellor, attended by his beadle, surprizing two Fellows of a College, one of them much intoxicated, at a tavern. [1] It met with but moderate success in the theatre; but drew on Mr. _Miller_ the resentment of some of the heads of the colleges in _Oxford_, who looked on themselves as satirized in it. * * * * * 1730. 1. _Perseus_, and _Medusa_ dead, and _Pegasus_. Frontispiece to _Perseus_ and _Andromeda. W. H. fec._ 2. Another print to the same piece, of _Perseus_ descending. Mr. _Walpole_ mentions only one. 3. A half-starved boy. (The same as is represented in the print of _Morning_.) _W. H. pinx. F. Sykes sc. Sykes_ was a pupil of _Thornhill_ or _Hogarth_. This print bears the date of 1730; but I suspect the 0 was designed for an 8, and that the upper part of it is wanting, because the aqua fortis failed; or, that the pupil copied the figure from a sketch of his master, which at that time was unappropriated. No one will easily suspect _Hogarth_ of such plagiarism as he might justly be charged with, could he afterwards have adopted this complete design as his own; neither is it probable that any youth could have produced a figure so characteristic as this; or, if he could, that he should have published it without any concomitant circumstances to explain its meaning. The above title, which some collector has bestowed on this etching, is not of a discriminative kind. Who can tell from it whether he is to look for a boy emaciated by hunger, or shivering with cold? It is mentioned here, only that it may be reprobated. If every young practitioner's imitation of a single figure by _Hogarth_ were to be admitted among his works, they would never be complete. 4. _Gulliver_ presented to the Queen of _Babilary. W. Hogarth inv. Ger. Vandergucht sc. "It is the frontispiece to the Travels of Mr._ John Gulliver," son of Capt. _Lemuel Gulliver_, a translation from the _French_ by Mr. _Lockman_. There is as much merit in this print as in the work to which it belongs. * * * * * 1731. 1. Two frontispieces to a translation of two of _Moliere's_ plays, viz. _L'Avare_[1] and _Le Cocû imaginaire_. These are part of a select collection of _Moliere's_ Comedies in _French_ and _English_. They were advertised in _The Grub-street Journal_, with designs by "Monsieur _Coypel_, Mr. _Hogarth_, Mr. _Dandridge_, Mr. _Hamilton_," &c. in eight pocket volumes. [1] Of this one, Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original drawing. 2. Frontispiece to "The Tragedy of Tragedies, or the Life and Death of _Tom Thumb_," in three acts;[1] by _Henry Fielding. W. Hogarth inv. Ger. Vandergucht sc. "There is some humour in this print."_ [1] This piece had before made its appearance in 1730 in one act only. 3. Frontispiece to the Opera of _The Highland Fair, or the Union of the Clans_, by _Joseph Mitchell. W. Hogarth inv. Ger Vandergucht sculp._ "Forsan et hæc olim meminisse juvabit." VIRG. The date of this piece is confirmed by the following paragraph in _The Grub-street journal, March_ 4, 1731: "We hear from the Theatre-Royal in _Drury-lane_, that there is now in rehearsal, and to be performed on _Tuesday, March_ 16, a new _Scots_ Opera, called _The Highland Fair, or Union of the Clans,_ &c." The subject being too local for the _English_ stage, it met with little or no success. * * * * * 1732. 1. _Sarah Malcolm_,[1] executed _March_ 7, 1732, for murdering Mrs. _Lydia Duncombe_ her mistress, _Elizabeth Harrison_, and _Anne Price_; drawn in _Newgate. W. Hogarth (ad vivum) pinxit & sculpsit._[2] Some copies are dated 1733, and have only _Hogarth pinx_. She was about twenty-five years of age.[3] "_This woman put on red to sit to him for her picture two days before her execution._"[4] Mr. _Walpole_ paid _Hogarth_ five guineas for the original. Professor _Martyn_ dissected this notorious murderess, and afterwards presented her skeleton, in a glass case, to the Botanic Garden at _Cambridge_, where it still remains. [1] On _Sunday_ morning, the 4th of _February_, Mrs. _Lydia Duncombe_, aged 80, _Elizabeth Harrison_, her companion, aged 60, were found strangled, and _Ann Price_, her maid, aged 17, with her throat cut, in their beds, at the said Mrs. _Duncombe's_ apartments in _Tanfield-Court_ in _The Temple. Sarah Malcolm_, a chare-woman, was apprehended the same evening on the information of Mr. _Kerrol_, who had chambers on the same stair-case, and had found some bloody linen under his bed, and a silver tankard in his close-stool, which she had hid there. She made a pretended confession, and gave information against _Thomas Alexander, James Alexander,_ and _Mary Tracey,_ that they committed the murder and robbery, and she only stood on the stairs as a watch; that they took away three hundred pounds and some valuable goods, of which she had not more than her share; but the coroner's inquest gave their verdict _Wilful Murder_ against _Malcolm_ only.--On the 23d her trial came on at _The Old Bailey_: when it appeared that Mrs. _Duncombe_ had but 54 _l._ in her box, and 53 _l._ 11 _s._ 6 _d._ of it were found upon _Malcolm_ betwixt her cap and hair. She owned her being concerned in the robbery, but denied she knew any thing of the murder till she went in with other company to see the deceased. The jury found her guilty of both. She was strongly suspected to have been concerned in the murder of Mr. _Nesbit_ in 1729, near _Drury-lane_, for which one _Kelly_, alias _Owen_, was hanged; the grounds for his conviction being only a bloody razor found under the murdered man's head that was known to be his. But he denied to the last his being concerned in the murder; and said, in his defence, he lent the razor to a woman he did not know.--On _Wednesday, March_ 7, she was executed on a gibbet opposite _Mitre-court, Fleet-street_, where the crowd was so great, that a Mrs. _Strangways_, who lived in _Fleet-street_, near _Serjeant's-Inn_, crossed the street, from her own house to Mrs. _Coulthurst's_ on the opposite side of the way, over the heads and shoulders of the mob. She went to execution neatly dressed in a crape mourning gown, holding up her head in the cart with an air, and looking as if she was painted, which some did not scruple to affirm. Her corpse was carried to an undertaker's upon _Snow-hill_, where multitudes of people resorted, and gave money to see it: among the rest a gentleman in deep mourning, who kissed her, and gave the people half a crown. She was attended by the Rev. Mr. _Pedington_, lecturer of _St. Bartholomew_ the Great, seemed penitent, and desired to see her master _Kerrol_; but, as she did not, protested all accusations against him were false. During her imprisonment she received a letter from her father at _Dublin_, who was in too bad circumstances to send her such a sum as 17 _l._ which she pretended he did. The night before her execution, she delivered a paper to Mr. _Pedington_ (the copy of which he sold for 20 _l._), of which the substance is printed in _The Gentleman's Magazine_, 1733, p. 137. She had given much the same account before, at her trial, in a long and fluent speech. [2] The words "_& sculpsit_" are wanting in the copies. In the three last of them the figure also is reversed. [3] "This woman," said _Hogarth_, after he had drawn _Sarah Malcolm_, "by her features, is capable of any wickedness." [4] "_Monday Sarah Malcolm_ sat for her picture in _Newgate_, which was taken by the ingenious Mr. _Hogarth_: Sir _James Thornhill_ was likewise present." _Craftsman, Saturday, March_ 10, 1732-3. 2. An engraved copy of ditto. 3. Ditto, mezzotinto. 4. Ditto, part graven, part mezzotinto. The knife with which she committed the murder is lying by her. 5. Another copy of this portrait[1] (of which only the first was engraved by _Hogarth_), with the addition of a clergyman holding a ring in his hand, and a motto, "No recompence but Love."[2] In _The Grub-street Journal_ of _Thursday, March_ 8, 1732, appeared the following epigram: "To _Malcolm Guthrie_[3] cries, confess the murther; The truth disclose, and trouble me no further. Think on both worlds; the pain that thou must bear In that, and what a load of scandal here. Confess, confess, and you'll avoid it all: Your body shan't be hack'd at _Surgeons Hall_: No _Grub-street_ hack shall dare to use your ghost ill, _Henly_ shall read upon your post a postile; _Hogarth_ your charms transmit to future times, And _Curll_ record your life in prose and rhimes. "_Sarah_ replies, these arguments might do From _Hogarth, Curll,_ and _Henly_, drawn by you, Were I condemn'd at _Padington_ to ride: But now from _Fleet-street Pedington's_ my guide." The office of this _Pedington_[4] may be known from the following advertisement in _The Weekly Miscellany_, N° 37. _August_ 25, 1733. "This day is published, Price Six-pence, (on occasion of the Re-commitment of the two _Alexanders_; with a very neat effigies of _Sarah Malcolm_ and her _Reverend Confessor_, both taken from the Life) The Friendly Apparition: Being an account of the most surprising appearance of _Sarah Malcolm's_ Ghost to a great assembly of her acquaintance at a noted Gin-shop; together with the remarkable speech she then made to the whole company." [1] A copy of it in wood was inserted in _The Gentleman's Magazine_, 1733, p. 153. [2] This print was designed as a frontispiece to the pamphlet advertised in _The Weekly Miscellany_. (See text, above.) [3] The Ordinary of _Newgate_. [4] Mr. _Pedington_ died September 18, 1734. He is supposed to have made some amorous overtures to _Sarah_. 6. The Man of TASTE. The Gate of _Burlington-house. Pope_ white-washing it, and bespattering the Duke of _Chandos's_ coach. "_A satire on_ Pope's _Epistle on Taste. No name._" It has been already observed that the plate was suppressed; and if this be true, the suppression may be accounted for from the following inscription, lately met with at the back of one of the copies. "Bot this book of Mr. _Wayte_, at _The Fountain Tavern_, in _The Strand_, in the presence of Mr. _Draper_, who told me he had it of the Printer, Mr. _W. Rayner._[1] "J. Cosins." On this attested memorandum a prosecution seems meant to have been founded. _Cosins_ was an attorney, and _Pope_ was desirous on all occasions to make the law the engine of his revenge. [1] _Rayner_ was at that time already under prosecution for publishing a pamphlet called, "_Robin's_ Game, or Seven's the Main." Neglecting to surrender himself, he was taken by a writ of execution from the crown, and confined to the _King's Bench_; where he became connected with Lady _Dinely_, whole character was of equal infamy with his own. 7. The same, in a smaller size; prefixed to a pamphlet, intituled, "A Miscellany of Taste, by Mr. _Pope_," &c. containing his Epistles, with Notes and other poems. In the former of these Mr. _Pope_ has a tie-wig on, in the latter a cap. 8. The same, in a size still smaller; very coarsely engraved. Only one of them is noted by Mr. _Walpole_. A reader of these Anecdotes observes, "That the total silence of _Pope_ concerning so great an artist, encourages a suspicion that his attacks were felt though not resented. The thunders of the poet were usually pointed at inglorious adversaries; but he might be conscious of a more equal match in our formidable caricaturist. All ranks of people have eyes for pencil'd ridicule, but of written satire we have fewer judges. It may be suspected, that the 'pictured shape' would never have been complained of, had it been produced only by a bungler in his art. But from the powers of _Hogarth, Pope_ seems to have apprehended more lasting inconvenience; and the event has justified his fear. The frontispiece to _Smedley's Gulliveriana_ has been long forgotten; but the _Gate of Burlington house_ is an object coveted by all who assemble prints of humour.--It may be added, that our painter's reputation was at the height ten years before the death of _Pope_, who could not therefore have overlooked his merit, though, for some reason or other, he has forborne to introduce the slightest allusion to him or his performances. Yet these, or copies from them, were to be met with in almost every public and private house throughout the kingdom; nor was it easy for the bard of _Twickenham_ to have mixed in the conversation of the times, without being obliged to hear repeated praises of the author of _The Harlot's Progress_." The sheet containing this page having been shewn to a friend, produced from him the following remark: "That _Pope_ was silent on the merits of _Hogarth_ (as one of your readers has observed) should excite little astonishment, as our artist's print on the _South Sea_ exhibits the translator of _Homer_ in no very flattering point of view. He is represented with one of his hands in the pocket of a fat personage, who wears a hornbook at his girdle. For whom this figure was designed, is doubtful. Perhaps it was meant for _Gay_, who was a fat man, and a loser in the same scheme."--"_Gay_," says Dr. _Johnson_, "in that disastrous year had a present from young _Craggs_ of some _South-sea_ stock, and once supposed himself to be master of twenty-thousand pounds. His friends persuaded him to sell his share; but he dreamed of dignity and splendour, and could not bear to obstruct his own fortune. He was then importuned to sell as much as would purchase an hundred a year for life, which, says _Fenton_, will make you sure of a clean shirt and a shoulder of mutton every day. This counsel was rejected; the profit and principal were lost, and _Gay_ sunk under the calamity so low that his life became in danger.--The Hornbook appended to his girdle, perhaps, refers to the Fables he wrote for the Duke of _Cumberland_. Some of your ingenious correspondents, or Mr. _Walpole_, who is _instar omnium_, may be able to give a further illustration. The conclusion to the inscription under this plate--_Guess at the rest, you'll find out more_--seems also to imply a consciousness of such personal satire as it was not prudent to explain. I may add, that the print before us exhibits more than one figure copied from _Callot_. Among the people going along the gallery to raffle for husbands, the curious observer will recognize the _Old Maid_ with lappets flying, &c. afterwards introduced into the scene of _Morning_. Dr. _Johnson_, however, bears witness to the propriety of our great poet's introduction into a satire on the 'disastrous year of national infatuation, when more riches than _Peru_ can boast were expected from the _South Sea_; when the contagion of avarice tainted every mind; and _Pope_, being seized with the universal passion, ventured some of his money. The stock rose in its price; and he for a while thought himself _The Lord of Thousands_. But this dream of happiness did not last long: and he seems to have waked soon enough to get clear with the loss only of what he once thought himself to have won, and perhaps not wholly that.'" It appears from _Pope's_ correspondence with _Atterbury_, that the stock he had was at one time valued at between twenty and thirty thousand pounds; and that he was one of the lucky few who had "the good fortune to remain with half of what they imagined they had."--"Had you got all you have lost beyond what you ventured," said the good Bishop in reply, "consider that your superfluous gains would have sprung from the ruin of several families that now want necessaries."[1] [1] Letters to and from Bishop _Atterbury_, 1782, vol. I. p. 71. * * * * * 1733. 1. The Laughing Audience. "1733. Recd. _Decbr._ 18 _of the Right Honnble. Lord Biron_ Half a Guinea being the first Payment for nine Prints 8 of which Represent a Rakes Progress and the 9th a Fair, Which I promise to Deliver at Michaelmass Next on Receiving one Guinea more. Note the Fair will be Deliver'd next Christmass at Sight of this receipt the Prints of the Rakes. Progress alone will be 2 Guineas each set after the Subscription is over." The words printed in _Italicks_ are in the hand-writing of _Hogarth_. 2. The _Fair_[1] [at _Southwark_]. _Invented, painted, and engraved by W. Hogarth._. The show-cloth, representing the Stage Mutiny, is taken from a large etching by _John Laguerre_ (son of _Louis Laguerre_, the historical painter), who sung at _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_ and _Covent-Garden_ Theatres, painted some of their scenes, and died in 1748. _The Stage-Mutineers_, or _A Playhouse to be let_, a tragi-comi farcical-ballad-opera, which was published in 1733, will throw some light on the figures here represented by _Hogarth_. See also the _Supplement_ to _Dodsley's_ Preface to his Collection of Old Plays, and the "Biographia Dramatica, 1782." It is remarkable that, in our artist's copy of this etching, he has added a paint-pot and brushes at the feet of the athletic figure _with a cudgel in his hand_, who appears on the side of _Highmore_.[2] From these circumstances it is evident that _John Ellis_ the painter (a pupil of Sir _James Thornhill_, a great frequenter of _Broughton's_ gymnasium, the stages of other prize-fighters, &c.) was the person designed. _Ellis_ was deputy-manager for Mrs. _Wilks_, and _took up the cudgels_ also for the new patentee. Mr. _Walpole_ observes that _Rysbrack_, when he produced that "exquisite summary of his skill, knowledge, and judgment," the _Hercules_ now in Mr. _Hoare's_ Temple at _Stourhead_, modelled the legs of the God from those of _Ellis_. This statue was compiled from the various limbs and parts of seven or eight of the strongest and best-made men in _London_, chiefly the bruisers, &c. of the then famous amphitheatre in _Tottenham Court road_. In _Banks's_ Works, vol. I. p. 97. is a Poetical Epistle on this print, which alludes to the disputes between the managers of _Drury-Lane_, and such of the actors as were spirited up to rebellion by _Theophilus Cibber_, and seceded to _The Haymarket_ in 1733. _Cibber_ is represented under the character of _Pistol_;[3] _Harper_ under that of _Falstaff_. The figure in the corner was designed for _Colley Cibber_ the Laureat, who had just sold his share in the play-house to Mr. _Highmore_, who is represented holding a scroll, on which is written "it cost £.6000." A monkey is exhibited sitting astride the iron that supports the sign of _The Rose_, a well-known tavern. A label issuing from his mouth contains the words: "_I am a gentleman._"[4] _The Siege of Troy_, upon another show-cloth, was a celebrated droll, composed by _Elkanah Settle_, and printed in 1707; it was a great favourite at fairs. A booth was built in _Smithfield_ this year for the use of _T. Cibber, Griffin, Bullock,_ and _H. Hallam_; at which the Tragedy of _Tamerlane_, with _The Fall of Bajazet_, intermixed with the Comedy of _The Miser_, was actually represented. The figure vaulting on the rope was designed for Signor _Violante_, who signalized himself in the reign of _Geo._ I.; and the tall man exhibited on a show-cloth, was _Maximilian_, a giant from _Upper Saxony_. The man flying from the steeple was one _Cadman_, who, within the recollection of some persons now living, descended in the manner here described from the steeple of _St. Martin's_ into _The Mews_. He broke his neck soon after, in an experiment of the like kind, at _Shrewsbury_, and lies buried there in the churchyard of _St. Mary Friars_, with the following inscription on a little tablet inserted in the church-wall just over his grave.[5] The lines are contemptible, but yet serve to particularize the accident that occasioned his death. Let this small monument record the name Of _Cadman_, and to future times proclaim How, by an attempt to fly from this high spire Across the _Sabrine_ stream, he did acquire His fatal end. 'Twas not for want of skill, Or courage, to perform the task, he fell: No, no,--a faulty cord, being drawn too tight, Hurry'd his soul on high to take her flight, Which bid the body here beneath, good night. A prelate being asked permission for a line to be fixed to the steeple of a cathedral church, for this daring adventurer, replied, the man might fix _to_ the church whenever he pleased, but he should never give his consent to any one's flying _from_ it. It seems that some exhibitor of the same kind met with a similar inhibition here in _London_. I learn from _Mist's_ Journal for _July_ 8, 1727, that a sixpenny pamphlet, intituled, "The Devil to pay at _St. James's_, &c."[6] was published on this occasion, Again, in _The Weekly Miscellany_ for _April_ 17, 1736. "_Thomas Kidman_, the famous Flyer, who has flown from several of the highest precipices in _England_, and was the person that flew off _Bromham_ steeple in _Wiltshire_ when it fell down, flew, on _Monday_ last, from the highest of the rocks near _The Hot-well_ at _Bristol_, with fire-works and pistols; after which he went up the rope, and performed several surprising dexterities on it, in sight of thousands of spectators, both from _Somersetshire_ and _Gloucestershire_." In this print also is a portrait which has been taken for that of Dr. _Rock_, but was more probably meant for another Quack, who used to draw a crowd round him by seeming to eat fire, which, having his checks puffed up with tow, he blew out of his mouth.[7] Some other particulars are explained in the notes to the poetical epistle already mentioned. [1] In the Craftsman, 1733, was this advertisment; "Mr. _Hogarth_ being now engraving nine copper-plates from pictures of his own painting, one of which represents the Humours of a Fair, the other eight the Progress of a Rake, intends to publish the prints by subscription, on the following terms: each subscription to be one guinea and a half: half-a-guinea to be paid at the time of subscribing, for which a receipt will be given on a new-etched print, and the other payment of one guinea on delivery of all the prints when finished, which will be with all convenient speed, and the time publicly advertised. The Fair, being already finished, will be delivered at the time of subscribing. Subscriptions will be taken in at Mr. _Hogarth's_, the _Golden Head_, in _Leicester Fields_, where the pictures are to be seen." [2] _Highmore_ was originally a man of fortune; but _White's_ gaming-house, and the patent of _Drury-Lane_ theatre, completely exhausted his finances. Having proved himself an unsuccessful actor as well as manager, in 1743 he published _Dettingen_, a poem which would have disgraced a Bell-man. In 1744 he appeared again in the character of _Lothario_, for the benefit of Mrs. _Horten_. From this period his history is unknown. If _Hogarth's_ representation of him, in the print entitled _The Discovery_, was a just one, he had no external requisites for the stage. [3] In a two-shilling pamphlet, printed for _J. Mechell_ at _The King's Arms_ in _Fleet street_, 1740, entitled "An Apology for the life of Mr. _T---- C----_, comedian; being a proper sequel to the apology for the life of Mr. _Colley Cibber_, comedian; with a historical view of the stage to the present year; supposed to be written by himself in the stile and manner of the Poet Laureat," but in reality the work of _Harry Fielding_; the following passages, illustrative of our subject, occur. "In that year when the stage fell into great commotions, and the _Drury Lane_ company, asserting the glorious cause of liberty and property, made a stand against the oppressions in the patentees--in that memorable year when the Theatric Dominions fell in labour of a revolution under the conduct of _myself_, that revolt gave occasion to several pieces of wit and satirical flirts at the conductor of the enterprize. I was attacked, as my father had been before me, in the public papers and journals; and the burlesque character of _Pistol_ was attributed to me as a real one. Out came a _Print_ of _Jack Laguerre's_, representing, in most vile designing, this expedition of ours, under the name of _The Stage Mutiny_, in which, gentle reader, _your humble servant_, in the _Pistol_ character, was the principal figure. This I laughed at, knowing it only a proper embellishment for one of those necessary structures to which persons out of necessity repair." p. 16, &c.--Again, p. 88.--"At the Fair of _Bartholomew_, we gained some recruits; but, besides those advantages over the enemy, I myself went there in person, and publickly _exposed_ myself. This was done to fling defiance in the Patentee's teeth; for, on the booth where I exhibited, I hung out _The Stage Mutiny_, with _Pistol_ at the head of his troop, our standard bearing this motto,--_We eat._"--Whether this account which _Cibber_ is made to give of his own conduct is entirely jocular, or contains a mixture of truth in it, cannot now be ascertained. _Hogarth_ might have transplanted a circumstance from _Bartholomew_ to _Southwark_ Fair; or _Fielding_, by design, may have misrepresented the matter, alluding at the same time to _Hogarth's_ print. [4] Mr. _Victor_, speaking of this transaction, observes, that "the general observation was, what business had _a gentleman_ to make the purchase?" [5] In _The Gentleman's Magazine_ for 1740, p. 89, is no bad copy of verses "on the death of the famous _Flyer_ on the Rope at _Shrewsbury_". It is therefore here inserted. _-----------Magnis tamen excidit ausis._ Fond _Icarus_ of old, with rash essay, In air attempted a forbidden way; Too thin the medium for so cumb'rous freight, Too weak the plumage to support the weight. Yet less he dar'd who soar'd on waxen wing, Than he who mounts to æther on a string. Just as _Arachne_, when the buzzing prey Entangled flutter, and would wing away, From watchful ambuscade insidious springs, And to a slender twine, ascending, clings. So on his rope, th' advent'rer climbs on high, Bounds o'er cathedral heights, and seeks the sky; Fix but his cable, and he'll tell you soon, What sort of natives cultivate the moon. An army of such wights to cross the main, Sooner than _Haddock's_ fleet, shou'd humble _Spain_. As warring cranes on pigmies thund'ring fall, And, without scaling ladders, mount the wall, The proudest spire in _Salop's_ lofty town Safely he gains, and glides as safely down; Then soars again aloft, and downward springs, Swift as an eagle, without aid of wings; Shews anticks, hangs suspended by his toe; Undazzled, views th' inverted chasm below. Invites with beat of drum brave voluntiers, Defies _Jack Spaniard_, nor invasion fears, Land when they will, they ne'er cou'd hurt _his ears_. Methink I see as yet his flowing hair And body, darting like a falling star: Swifter than what "with fins or feathers fly Thro' the ærial or the wat'ry sky." Once more he dares to brave the pathless way, Fate now pursuing, like a bird of prey; And, comet-like, he makes his latest tour, In air excentric (oh! ill-omen'd hour!) Bar'd in his shirt to please the gazing crowd, He little dreamt, poor soul! of winding shroud! Nothing could aught avail but limbs of brass, When ground was iron, and the _Severn_ glass. As quick as lightning down his line he skims, Secure in equal poize of agile limbs. But see the trusted cordage faithless prove! Headlong he falls, and leaves his soul above: The gazing town was shock'd at the rebound Of shatter'd bones, that rattled on the ground; The broken cord rolls on in various turns, Smokes in the whirl, and as it runs it burns. So when the wriggling snake is snatch'd on high In eagle's claws, and hisses in the sky, Around the foe his twirling tail he flings, And twists her legs, and writhes about her wings. _Cadman_ laid low, ye rash, behold and fear, Man is a reptile, and the ground his sphere. Unhappy man! thy end lamented be; Nought but thy own ill fate so swift as thee, Were metamorphoses permitted now, And tuneful _Ovid_ liv'd to tell us how; His apter Muse shou'd turn thee to a daw, Nigh to the fatal steeple still to kaw; Perch on the cock, and nestle on the ball, In ropes no more confide, and never fall. _J. A._ [6] Supposed to have been written by Dr. _Arbuthnot_, and as such preserved in the Collection of his Works. The full title is, "The Devil to pay at _St. James's_: or, a full and true Account of a most horrid and bloody Battle between Madam _Faustina_ and Madam _Cuzzoni_. Also of a hot Skirmish between Signor _Boschi_ and Signor _Palmerini_. Moreover, how _Senesino_ has taken Snuff, is going to leave the Opera, and sings Psalms at _Henley's Oratory_. Also about the Flying Man, and how the Doctor of _St. Martin's_ has very unkindly taken down the Scaffold, and disappointed a World of good Company. As also how a certain Great Lady is gone mad for the Love of _William Gibson_, the Quaker. And how the _Wild Boy_ is come to Life again, and has got a Dairy Maid with Child. Also about the great Mourning, and the Fashions, and the Alterations, and what not. With other material Occurrences, too many to insert." In this pamphlet our artist is incidentally mentioned, but in such a manner as shews that he had attained some celebrity so early as 1727. Speaking of some _Lilliputian_ swine, supposed to be in the possession of Dean _Swift_, Dr. _Arbuthnot_ adds, "But _Hogarth_ the Engraver is making a print after them, which will give a juster idea of them than I can." [7] Perhaps he was only a fire-eater. 3. _Judith_ and _Holofernes_. "Per vulnera servor, morte tuâ vivens." _W. Hogarth inv. Ger. Vandergucht sc._ A frontispiece to the Oratorio of _Judith._--Our heroine, instead of holding the sword by its handle, grasps it by its edge, in such a manner as should seem to have endangered her fingers. (_Judith_ was an Oratorio by _William Huggins_, Esq. set to musick by _William De Fesch_[1] late Chapel-master of the cathedral church of _Antwerp_. This piece was performed with scenes and other decorations, but met with no success. It was published in 8vo, 1733.)--The original plate of the frontispiece is in the possession of Dr. _Monkhouse_. This design has little of _Hogarth_; yet if he furnished other engravers with such slight undetermined sketches as he himself is sometimes known to have worked from, we cannot wonder if on many occasions his usual characteristics should escape our notice. Whoever undertakes to perfect several of his unpublished drawings, will be reduced to the necessity of inventing more than presents itself for imitation. [1] _William Defesch_, a _German_, and some time chapel-master at _Antwerp_, was in his time a respectable professor on the violin, and leader of the band for several seasons at _Marybone-gardens_. His head was engraved as a frontispiece to some musical compositions published by him; and his name is to be found on many songs and ballads to which he set the tunes for _Vauxhall_ and _Marybone-gardens_. He died, soon after the year 1750, at the age of 70. The following lines were written under a picture of _Defesch_, painted by _Soldi_, 1751. Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing, To honor thee, the priest of _Phœbus'_ quire, That _tun'st_ her happiest lines in hymn or song. MILTON. _Defesch_ was the patriotic Mr. _Hollis's_ music-master. 4. Boys peeping at Nature. "_The subscription-ticket to the Harlot's Progress._" A copy in aqua-tinta from this receipt was made by _R. Livesay_ in 1781, and is to be had at Mrs. _Hogarth's_ house in _Leicester-square_. * * * * * 1733 and 1734. 1.[1] The Harlot's Progress,[2] in six plates. In the first is a portrait of Colonel _Chartres_. "Cette figure de viellard (says _Rouquet_) est d'aprés nature; c'est le portrait d'un officier très riche, fameux dans ce tems-là pour de pareilles expéditions, grand séducteur de campagnardes, et qui avoit toujours à ses gages des femmes de la profession de celle qui cajole ici la nouvelle débarquée." Behind him is _John Gourlay_ a Pimp, whom he always kept about his person. The next figure that attracts our notice, is that of Mother _Needham_. To prove this woman was sufficiently notorious to have deserved the satire of _Hogarth_, the following paragraphs in _The Grub-street Journal_ are sufficient. _March_ 25, 1731. "The noted Mother _Needham_ was yesterday committed to _The Gatehouse_ by Justice _Railton_." Ibid. "Yesterday, at the quarter-sessions for the city and liberties of _Westminster_, the infamous Mother _Needham_, who has been reported to have been dead for some time, to screen her from several prosecutions, was brought from _The Gatehouse_, and pleaded not guilty to an indictment found against her for keeping a lewd and disorderly house; but, for want of sureties, was remanded back to prison." Ibid. _April_ 29, 1731. "Oh _Saturday_ ended the quarter-sessions for _Westminster_, &c. The noted Mother _Needham_, convicted for keeping a disorderly house in _Park Place, St. James's,_ was fined One Shilling, to stand twice in the pillory, and find sureties for her good behaviour for three years." Ibid. _May_ 6, 1731. "Yesterday the noted Mother _Needham_ stood in the pillory in _Park Place_, near _St. James's-street_, and was roughly handled by the populace. She was so very ill that she lay along, notwithstanding which she was so severely &c. that it is thought she will die in a day or two."--Another account says--"she lay along on her face in the pillory, and so evaded the law which requires that her face should be exposed."--"Yesterday morning died Mother _Needham_. She declared in her last words,[3] that what most affected her was the terror of standing in the pillory to-morrow in _New Palace-yard_, having been so ungratefully used by the populace on _Wednesday_." The memory of this woman is thus perpetuated in _The Dunciad_, I. 323. "To _Needham's_ quick the voice triumphal rode, But pious _Needham_ dropt the name of God." The note on this passage says, she was "a matron of great fame, and very religious in her way; whose constant prayer it was, that she might 'get enough by her profession to leave it off in time, and make her peace with God.'[4] But her fate was not so happy; for being convicted, and set in the pillory, she was (to the lasting shame of all her great Friends and Votaries) so ill used by the populace, that it put an end to her days." _Rouquet_ has a whimsical remark relative to the clergyman just arrived in _London_. "Cet ecclesiastique monté sur un cheval blanc, _comme ils affectent ici de l'être_."--The variations in this plate are; shade thrown by one house upon another; _London_ added on the letter the parson is reading; change in one corner of the fore-ground; the face of the Bawd much altered for the worse, and her foot introduced. Plate II. _Quin_ compared _Garrick_ in _Othello_ to the black boy with the tea-kettle,[5] 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. In a copy of this set of plates, one of the two small portraits hanging up in the _Jew's_ bedchamber, is superscribed, _Clarke_; but without authority from _Hogarth. Woolston_ would likewise have been out of his place, as he had written against the _Jewish_ tenets. Of this circumstance, _Hogarth_ was probably told by some friend, and therefore effaced a name he had once ignorantly inserted. In Plate III.[6] (as already observed) is the portrait of Sir _John Gonson_. That Sir _John Gonson_ was the person intended in this print, is evident from a circumstance in the next, where, on a door in _Bridewell_, a figure hanging is drawn in chalk, with an inscription over it, "Sir _J. G._" as well as from the following explanation by _Rouquet_: "La figure, qui paroit entrer sans bruit avec une partie de guet, est un commissaire qui se distinguoit extrêmement par son zèle pour la persecution des filles de joye." Respecting another circumstance, however, in the third plate, _Rouquet_ appears to have met with some particular information that has escaped me. "L'auteur a saisi l'occasion d'un morceau de beurre qui fait partie du déjeuné, pour l'enveloper plaisamment dans le titre de la lettre pastorale qu'un grand prelat[7] addressa dans ce tems-là à son diocese, & dont plusieurs exemplaires eurent le malheur d'être renvoyés à l'epicier."--The sleeve of the maid-servant's gown in this plate is enlarged, and the neck of a bottle on the table is lengthened. For variations in Plate IV. see the roof of the room. Shadow on the principal woman's petticoat, and from the hoop-petticoat hanging up in the back ground. The dog made darker. The woman next the overseer has a high cap, which in the modern impressions is lowered. In Plate V. Roof of the room. Back of the chair. Table. Dr. _Misaubin's_ waistcoat. Name of Dr. _Rock_ on the paper lying on the close-stool. Dish at the fire. In a despicable poem published in 1732, under the fictitious name of _Joseph Gay_, and intituled "_The Harlot's Progress_, which is a key to the six prints lately published by Mr. _Hogarth_," the two quacks in attendance on the dying woman are called _Tan--r_ and _G--m_. It is evident from several circumstances, that this Mr. _J. Gay_ became acquainted with our author's work through the medium of a copy. In Plate VI. the woman seated next the clergyman was designed for _Elizabeth Adams_, who, at the age of 30, was afterwards executed for a robbery, _September_ 10, 1737. The common print of her will justify this assertion. If we may trust the wretched metrical performance just quoted, the Bawd in this sixth plate was designed for Mother _Bentley_. The portrait hanging up in the _Jew's_ apartment was originally subscribed "Mr. _Woolston_." There was a scriptural motto to one of the other pictures; and on the cieling of the room in which the girl is dying, a certain obscene word was more visible than it is at present. The former inscription on the paper now inscribed Dr. _Rock_, was also a gross one. I should in justice add, that before these plates were delivered to the subscribers, the offensive particulars here mentioned were omitted. The following paragraph in _The Grub-street Journal_ for _September_ 24, 1730, will sufficiently justify the splendid appearance the Harlot makes in _Bridewell_. See Plate IV. Such well-dressed females are rarely met with in our present houses of correction. "One _Mary Muffet_, 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_." _Rouquet_ concludes his illustration of the fifth plate by observing, that the story might have been concluded here. "L'auteur semble avoir rempli son dessein. Il a suivi son heroine jusques au dernier soupir. Il l'a conduite de l'infamie à la pauvreté, par les voies séduisantes du libertinage. Son intention de tâcher de retenir, ou de corriger celles qui leur foiblesse, ou leur ignorance exposent tous les jours à de semblables infortunes, est suffisament executée; on peut donc dire que la tragedie finit à cette planche, et que la suivante est comme le petite piece. C'est une farce done la defunte est plustôt l'occasion que le sujet."--Such is the criticism of _Rouquet_; but I cannot absolutely concur in the justness of it. _Hogarth_ found an opportunity to convey admonition, and enforce his moral, even in this last plate. It is true that the exploits of our heroine are concluded, and that she is no longer an agent in her own story. Yet as a wish prevails, even among those who are most humbled by their own indiscretions, that some respect should be paid to their remains, that they should be conducted by decent friends to the grave, and interred by a priest who feels for the dead that hope expressed in our Liturgy, let us ask whether the memory of our Harlot meets with any such marks of social attention, or pious benevolence. Are not the preparations for her funeral licentious, like the course of her life, as if the contagion of her example had reached all the company in the room? Her sisters in iniquity alone surround her coffin. One of them is engaged in the double trade of seduction and thievery. A second is admiring herself in a mirror. A third gazes with unconcern on the corpse. If any of the number appear mournful, they express at best but a maudlin sorrow, having glasses of strong liquor in their hands. The very minister, forgetful of his office and character, is shamefully employed; nor does a single circumstance occur, throughout the whole scene, that a reflecting female would not wish should be alienated from her own interment.--Such is the plate which our illustrator, with too much levity, has styled a farce appended to a tragic representation. He might, however, have exercised his critical abilities with more success on _Hogarth's_ neglect of propriety, though it affords him occasion to display his wit. At the burial of a wanton, who expired in a garret, no escutcheons were ever hung up, or rings given away; and I much question if any bawd ever chose to avow that character before a clergyman, or any infant was ever habited as chief mourner to attend a parent to the grave.--I may add, that when these pictures were painted (a time, if news-papers are to be credited, when, having no established police, every act of violence and licentiousness was practised with impunity in our streets, and women of pleasure were brutally persecuted in every quarter of the town), a funeral attended by such a sisterhood would scarcely have been permitted to reach the place of interment. Much however must be forgiven to the morality of _Hogarth's_ design, and the powers with which it is executed. It may also, on the present occasion, be observed, that in no other scene, out of the many he has painted, has he so widely deviated from _vraisemblance_. The following verses, however wretched, being explanatory of the set of plates already spoken of, are here re-printed. They made their appearance under the earliest and best of the pirated copies published by _Bowles. Hogarth_, finding that such a metrical description had its effect, resolved that his next series of prints should receive the same advantage from an abler hand. PLATE I. See there, but just arriv'd in town, The _Country Girl_ in home-spun gown, Tho' plain her dress appears, how neat! Her looks how innocent and sweet! Does not your indignation rise, When on the bawd you cast your eyes? Fraught with devices to betray; She's hither come in quest of prey; Screens her designs with godly airs, And talks of homilies and pray'rs, Till, by her arts, the wretched Maid To vile _Francisco_ is betray'd. And see, the lewd old rogue appears, How at the fresh young thing thing he leers! In lines too strong, too well exprest The lustful satyr stands confest. On batter'd jade, in thread-bare gown, The _Rural Priest_ is come to town-- Think what his humble thought engages; Why--lesser work and greater wages. PLATE II. Debauch'd, and then kick'd out of doors, The fate of all _Francisco's_ whores, Poor _Polly's_ forc'd to walk the streets, Till with a wealthy _Jew_ she meets. Quickly the man of circumcision For her reception makes provision. You see her now in all her splendour, A Monkey and a Black t' attend her. How great a sot's a keeping cully, Who thinks t' enjoy a woman solely! Tho' he support her grandeur, Miss Will by the bye with others kiss. Thus Polly play'd her part; she had A _Beau_ admitted to her bed; But th' _Hebrew_ coming unexpected, Puts her in fear to be detected. This to prevent, she at breakfast picks A quarrel, and insulting kicks The table down: while by her _Maid_ The _Beau_ is to the door convey'd. PLATE III. _Molly_ discarded once again, Takes lodgings next in _Drury-lane_; Sets up the business on her own Account, and deals with all the town. At breakfast here in deshabille, While _Margery_ does the tea-pot fill, Miss holds a watch up, which, by slight Of hand, was made a prize last night. From chandler's shop a dab of butter, Brought on his lordship's _Pastoral Letter_, A cup, a saucer, knife, and roll, Are plac'd before her on a stool. A chair behind her holds a cloak, A candle in a bottle stuck, And by't a bason--but indecent T'would be in me to say what is in't. At yonder door, see there Sir _John's_ Just ent'ring with his _Myrmidons_, To _Bridewell_ to convey Miss _Molly_, And _Margery_ with her to Mill Dolly.[8] PLATE IV. See _Polly_ now in _Bridewell_ stands, A galling mallet in her hands, Hemp beating with a heavy heart, And not a soul to take her part. The _Keeper_, with a look that's sourer Than _Turk_ or Devil, standing o'er her: And if her time she idles, thwack Comes his rattan across her back. A dirty, ragged, saucy Jade, Who sees her here in rich brocade And _Mechlin_ lace, thumping a punny, Lolls out her tongue, and winks with one eye. That other _Maux_ with half a nose, Who's holding up her tatter'd cloaths, Laughs too at Madam's working-dress, And her grim Tyrant's threat'ning face, A _Gamester_ hard by _Poll_ you see, In coat be-lac'd and smart toupee. _Kate_ vermin kills--chalk'd out upon A window-shutter, hangs _Sir John_. PLATE V. Released from _Bridewell, Poll_ again Drives on her former trade amain; But who e'er heard of trading wenches That long escap'd disease that _French_ is? Our _Polly_ did not--Ills on ills, Elixirs, boluses and pills, Catharticks and emeticks dreary, Had made her of her life quite weary; At last thrown into salivation She sinks beneath the operation. A snuffling whore in waiting by her Screams out to see the wretch expire. The _Doctors_ blame each other; _Meagre_, With wrath transported, hot and eager, Starts up, throws down the chair and stool, And calls her brother _Squab_ a fool. Your pills, quoth _Squab_, with cool disdain, Not my elixir, prov'd her bane. While they contend, a muffled Punk Is rummaging poor _Polly's_ trunk. PLATE VI. The sisterhood of _Drury-lane_ Are met to form the funeral train. _Priss_ turns aside the coffin lid, To take her farewell of the dead. _Kate_ drinks dejected; _Peggy_ stands With dismal look, and wrings her hands. _Beck_ wipes her eyes; and at the glass In order _Jenny_ sets her face. The ruin'd _Bawd_ roars out her grief; Her bottle scarcely gives relief. _Madge_ fills the wine; his castle-top With unconcern the _Boy_ winds up. The _Undertaker_ rolls his eyes On _Sukey_, as her glove he tries: His leering she observes, and while he Stands thus, she picks his pocket slily. The _Parson_ sits with look demure By _Fanny's_ side, but leaning to her. His left hand spills the wine; his right-- I blush to add--is out of sight. Over the figure of the _Parson_ is the letter A, which conducts to the following explanation underneath the plate. "A. The famous _Couple-Beggar_ in _The Fleet_, a wretch who there screens himself from the justice due to his _villainies_, and daily repeats them." All but the first impressions of this set of plates are marked thus †. None were originally printed off except for the 1200 subscribers. Immediately after they were served, the plates were retouched, and some of the variations introduced. [1] In _The Craftsman_ of _Nov._ 25, 1732, we read, "This day is published, six prints in chiaro oscuro, of _The Harlot's Progress_, from the designs of Mr. _Hogarth_, in a beautiful green tint, by Mr. _E. Kirkall_, with proper explanations under each print. Printed and sold by _E. Kirkall_, in _Dockwell-court, White-Fryars; Phil. Overton_, in _Fleet-street; H. Overton_ and _J. Hoole_, without _Newgate; J. King_, in the _Poultry_; and _T. Glass_, under the _Royal Exchange_." Lest any of our readers should from hence suppose we have been guilty of an innacuracy in appropriating this set of prints to the year 1733, &c. it is necessary to observe, that the plates advertised as above, were only a pirated copy of _Hogarth's_ work, and were published before their original. [2] In _The Grub-street Journal_ for _December_ 6, 1733, appeared the following advertisement: "Lately published, (illustrated with six prints, neatly engraven from Mr. _Hogarth's_ Designs,) _The Lure of Venus_; or a Harlot's Progress. An heroi-comical Poem, in six Cantos, by Mr. _Joseph_ Gay. "To Mr. _Joseph_ Gay. "Sir, "It has been well observed, that a great and just objection to the Genius of Painters is their want of invention; from whence proceeds so many different designs or draughts on the same history or fable. Few have ventured to touch upon a new story; but still fewer have invented both the story and the execution, as the ingenious Mr. _Hogarth_ has done, in his six prints of a _Harlot's Progress_; and, without a compliment, Sir, your admirable Cantos are a true key and lively explanation of the painter's hieroglyphicks. "I am, Sir, yours, &c. "A. PHILLIPS." This letter, ascribed to _Ambrose Phillips_, was in all probability a forgery, like the name of _Joseph Gay_. [3] "Mother _Needham's_ Lamentation," was published in _May_ 1731, price 6d. [4] It seems agreed on by our comic-writers, not to finish the character of a Bawd without giving her some pretence to Religion. In _Dryden's_ Wild Gallant, _Mother du Lake_, being about to drink a dram, is made to exclaim, "'Tis a great way to the bottom; but heaven is all-sufficient to give me strength for it." The scene in which this speech occurs, was of use to _Richardson_ in his _Clarissa_, and perhaps to _Foote_, or _Foote's_ original of the character of Mother _Cole_. [5] So in _Hill's Actor_, pp. 69, 70. "If there be any thing that comes in competition with the unluckiness of this excellent player's figure in this character, it is the appearance he made in his new habit for _Othello_. We are used to see the greatest majesty imaginable expressed throughout that whole part; and though the joke was somewhat prematurely delivered to the publick, we must acknowledge, that his appearance in that tramontane dress made us rather expect to see a tea-kettle in his hand, than to hear the thundering speeches _Shakspeare_ has thrown into that character, come out of his mouth." [6] See the back ground of this plate, for a circumstance of such unpardonable grossness as admits of no verbal interpretation. [7] Bishop _Gibson_. [8] Beat hemp. 2. Rehearsal of the Oratorio of _Judith_. Singing men and boys. Ticket for "A Modern Midnight Conversation." This Oratorio of _Judith_, which was performed in character, was written by Mr. _Huggins_, as has been already observed in p. 187; and the line taken from it, "The world shall bow to the _Assyrian_ throne," inscribed on the book, is a satire on its want of success.--The corner figure looking over the notes, was designed for Mr. _Tothall_. 3. A Midnight Modern Conversation. _W. Hogarth inv. pinx. & sculp. Hogarth_ soon discovered that this engraving was too faintly executed; and therefore, after taking off a few impressions in red as well as black, he retouched and strengthened the plate. Under this print are the following verses: Think not to find one meant resemblance here, 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 _Rabilaes_ laught, and so _Cervantes_ thought, So Nature dictated what Art has taught. Most of the figures, however, are supposed to be real portraits. The Divine and the Lawyer,[1] in particular, are well known to be so. A pamphlet was published about the same time, under the same title as this plate. In _Banks's_ Poems, vol. I. p. 87. the print is copied as a head-piece to an Epistle to Mr. _Hogarth_, on this performance. In a note, it is said to have appeared after _The Harlot's Progress_; and that in the original, and all the larger copies, on the papers that hang out of the politician's pocket at the end of the table, was written _The Craftsman_, and _The London Journal_. Of this print a good, but contracted copy, was published (perhaps with _Hogarth's_ permission), and the following copy of verses engraved under it. The Bacchanalians; or a Midnight Modern Conversation. A Poem addressed to the Ingenious Mr. _Hogarth_. Sacred to thee, permit this lay Thy labour, _Hogarth_, to display! Patron and theme in one to be! 'Tis great, but not too great for thee; For thee, the Poet's constant friend, Whose vein of humour knows no end. This verse which, honest to thy fame, Has added to thy praise thy name! Who can be dull when to his eyes Such various scenes of humour rise? Now we behold in what unite The Priest, the Beau, the Cit, the Bite; Where Law and Physick join the Sword, And Justice deigns to crown the board: How _Midnight Modern Conversations_ Mingle all faculties and stations! Full to the sight, and next the bowl, Sits the physician of the soul; No loftier themes his thought pursues Than Punch, good Company, and Dues: Easy and careless what may fall, He hears, consents, and fills to all; Proving it plainly by his face That cassocks are no signs of grace. Near him a son of _Belial_ see; (That Heav'n and _Satan_ should agree!) Warm'd and wound up to proper height He vows to still maintain the fight, The brave surviving Priest assails, And fairly damns the first that fails; Fills up a bumper to the Best In Christendom, for that's his taste: The parson simpers at the jest, And puts it forward to the rest. What hand but thine so well could draw A formal Barrister at Law? _Fitzherbert, Littleton,_ and _Coke,_ Are all united in his look. His spacious wig conceals his ears, Yet the dull plodding beast appears. His muscles seem exact to fit Much noise, much pride, and not much wit. Who then is he with solemn phiz, Upon his elbows pois'd with ease? Freely to speak the Muse is loth-- Justice or knave--he may be both-- Justice or knave--'tis much the same: To boast of crimes, or tell the shame, Of raking talk or reformation, 'Tis all good _Modern Conversation_. What mighty _Machiavel_ art thou, With patriot cares upon thy brow? Alas, that punch should have the fate To drown the pilot of the state! That while both sides thy pocket holds, Nor _D'Anvers_ grieves, nor _Osborne_ scolds, Thou sink'st the business of the nation In _Midnight Modern Conversation_! The Tradesman tells with wat'ry eyes How Credit sinks, how Taxes rise; At Parliaments and Great Men pets, Counts all his losses and his debts. The puny Fop, mankind's disgrace, The ladies' jest and looking-glass; This he-she thing the mode pursues, And drinks in order--till he sp--s. See where the Relict of the Wars, Deep mark'd with honorary scars, A mightier foe has caus'd to yield Than ever _Marlbro'_ met in field! See prostrate on the earth he lies; And learn, ye soldiers, to be wise. Flush'd with the fumes of gen'rous wine The Doctor's face begins to shine: With eyes half clos'd, in stamm'ring strain, He speaks the praise of rich champaign. 'Tis dull in verse, what from thy hand Might even a _Cato's_ smile command. Th' expiring snuffs, the bottles broke, And the full bowl at four o'clock. _March_ 22, 1742, was acted at _Covent-Garden_, a new scene, called _A Modern Midnight Conversation_, taken from _Hogarth's_ celebrated print; in which was introduced, _Hippisley's Drunken Man_, with a comic tale of what really passed between himself and his old aunt, at her house on _Mendip-Hills_, in _Somersetshire_. For Mr. _Hippisley's_ benefit. [1] These, in my first edition, I had ventured, on popular report, to say were parson _Ford_, and the first Lord _Northington_, when young. But I am now enabled to identify their persons, on the authority of Sir _John Hawkins_: "When the Midnight Modern Conversation came out, the general opinion was, that the Divine was the portrait of Orator _Henley_; and the Lawyer of _Kettleby_, a vociferous bar orator, remarkable, though an utter barrister, for wearing a full-bottom'd wig, which he is here drawn with, as also for a horrible squint." In that once popular satire, _The Causidicade_, are the following lines on this lawyer: "Up _Kettleby_ starts with a _horrible stare!_ 'Behold, my good Lord, your old friend at the bar, Or rather old foe, for foes we have been, As treason fell out, and poor traitors fell in. Strong opposites e'er, and not once of a side, Attornies will always great counsel divide. You _for_ persecutions, I always _against_, How oft with a joke 'gainst your law have I fenc'd? How oft in your pleadings I've pick'd out a hole, Thro' which from your pounces my culprit I've stole; I've puzzled against you now eight years or nine, You, my Lord, for your King, I a ----l for mine. But what is all this? Now your Lordship will say, To get at the office this is not the way. I own it is not, so I make no request For myself, still firm to my party and test: But if 'tis your pleasure to give it my son, He shall take off his coif t'accept of the boon; That coif I, refusing, transferr'd upon him, For who'd be a serjeant where _P----r_ was Prime? That my son is a lawyer no one can gainsay, As witness his getting off _W----te_ t'other day.' Quo' my Lord, 'My friend _Abel_, I needs must allow You have puzzled me oft, as indeed you do now; Nay, have puzzled yourself, the court and the law, And chuckled most wittily over a flaw; For your nostrums, enigmas, conundrums, and puns, Are above comprehension, save that of your son's. To fling off the coif! Oh fye, my friend _Abel_, 'Twould be acting the part of the Cock in the Fable! 'Tis a badge of distinction! and some people buy it; Can you doubt on't, when _Skinner_ and _Hayward_ enjoy it? Tho' I own you have spoil'd (but I will not enlarge on't) A good Chancery draftsman to make a bad Serjeant.'" Lord _Northington_ did not come into notice till many years after the publication of this print. * * * * * 1735. 1. The Rake's Progress, in eight plates. Extract from the _London Daily Post, May_ 14, 1735: "The nine prints from the paintings of Mr. _Hogarth_, one representing a Fair, and the others a Rake's Progress, are now printing off, and will be ready to be delivered on the 25th of _June_ next. "Subscriptions will be taken at Mr. _Hogarth's_, the _Golden-Head_, in _Leicester-fields_, till the 23d of _June_, and no longer, at half a guinea to be paid on subscribing, and half a guinea more on delivery of the prints at the price above-mentioned, after which the price will be two guineas. "N. B. Mr. _Hogarth_ was, and is, obliged to defer the publication and delivery of the abovesaid prints till the 25th of _June_ next, in order to secure his property, pursuant to an act lately passed both houses of parliament, now waiting for the royal assent, to secure all new invented prints that shall be published after the 24th of _June_ next, from being copied without consent of the proprietor, and thereby preventing a scandalous and unjust custom (hitherto practised with impunity) of making and vending base copies of original prints, to the manifest injury of the author, and the great discouragement of the arts of painting and engraving." In _The Craftsman_, soon afterwards, appeared the following advertisement: "Pursuant to an agreement with the subscribers to the Rake's Progress, not to sell them for less than two guineas each set after publication thereof, the said original prints are to be had at Mr. _Hogarth's_, the _Golden-Head_, in _Leicester-fields_; and at _Tho. Bakewell's_, print-seller, next _Johnson's Court_, in _Fleet-street_, where all other print-sellers may be supplied. "In four days will be published, copies from the said prints, with the consent of Mr. _Hogarth_, according to the act of parliament, which will be sold at 2 _s._ 6 _d._ each set, with the usual allowance to all dealers in town and country; and, that the the publick may not be imposed on, at the bottom of each print will be inserted these words, _viz._ 'Published with the consent of Mr. _William Hogarth_, by _Tho. Bakewell_, according to act of parliament.' "N. B. Any person that shall sell any other copies, or imitations of the said prints, will incur the penalties in the late act of parliament, and be prosecuted for the same." This series of plates, however, as Mr. _Walpole_ observes, was pirated by _Boitard_ on one very large sheet of paper, containing the several scenes represented by _Hogarth_. It came out a fortnight before the genuine set, but was soon forgotten. The principal variations in these prints are the following: Plate I. The girl's face who holds the ring is erased, and a worse is put in.[1] The mother's head, &c. is lessened. The shoe-sole, cut from the cover of an ancient family Bible, together with a chest, is added; the memorandum-book removed into another place; the woollen-draper's shop bill,[2] appended to a roll of black cloth, omitted; the contents of the closet thrown more into shade. In Plate II. are portraits of _Figg_, the prize-fighter;[3] _Bridgeman_, a noted gardener; and _Dubois_, a master of defence, who was killed in a duel by one of the same name, as the following paragraphs in _The Grub-street Journal_ for _May_ 16, 1734, &c. will testify: "Yesterday (_May_ 11) between two and three in the afternoon, a duel was fought in _Mary-le-bone Fields_, between Mr. _Dubois_ a _Frenchman_, and Mr. _Dubois_ an _Irishman_, both fencing-masters, the former of whom was run through the body, but walked a considerable way from the place, and is now under the hands of an able surgeon, who has great hopes of his recovery." _May_ 23, 1734, "Yesterday morning died Mr. _Dubois_, of a wound he received in a duel." The portrait of _Handel_ has been supposed to be represented in the plate before us; but "this," as Sir _John Hawkins_ observes to me, "is too much to say. Mr. _Handel_ had a higher sense of his own merit than ever to put himself in such a situation; and, if so, the painter would hardly have thought of doing it. The musician must mean in general any composer of operas." On the floor lies a picture representing _Farinelli_, seated on a pedestal, with an altar before him, on which are several flaming hearts, near which stand a number of people with their arms extended, offering him presents: at the foot of the altar is one female kneeling, tendering her heart. From her mouth a label issues, inscribed, "One God, one _Farinelli_;" alluding to a lady of distinction, who, being charmed with a particular passage in one of his songs, uttered aloud from the boxes that impious exclamation. On the figure of the captain, _Rouquet_ has the following remark: "Ce caractere ne paroit plus _Italien_ qu'_Anglois_." I am not sufficiently versed in _Alsatian_ annals to decide on the question; but believe that the bully by profession (not assassin, as _Rouquet_ seems to interpret the character) was to be found during the youth of our artist. More have heard and been afraid of these vulgar heroes, than ever met with them. This set of prints was engraved by _Scotin_ chiefly; but several of the faces were touched upon by _Hogarth_. In the second plate the countenance of the man with the quarter-staves was wholly engraved by _Hogarth_. In some early proofs of the print, there is not a single feature on this man's face; there is no writing either in the musician's book, or on the label; nor is there the horse-race cup, the letter, or the poem that lies at the end of the label, that being entirely blank. I mention these circumstances to shew that our artist would not entrust particular parts of his work to any hand but his own; or perhaps he had neither determined on the countenance or the inscription he meant to introduce, till the plate was far advanced. With unfinished proofs, on any other account, this catalogue has nothing to do. As the rudiments of plates, they may afford instruction to young engravers; or add a fancied value to the collections of connoisseurs. In the third plate is _Leather-coat_,[4] a noted porter belonging to _The Rose_ Tavern, with a large pewter dish in his hand, which for many years served as a sign to the shop of a pewterer on _Snow-Hill_. In this utensil the posture-woman, who is undressing, used to whirl herself round, and display other feats of indecent activity: "II suffit" (I transcribe from _Rouquet_, who is more circumstantial) "de vous laisser à deviner la destination de la chandelle. Ce grand plat va servir a cette femme comme à une poularde. Il sera mis au milieu de la table; elle s'y placera sur le dos; et l'ivresse et l'esprit de débauche feront trouver plaisant un jeu, qui de sang-froid ne le paroit guères." _Rouquet_, in his description of an _English_ tavern, such as that in which our scene lies, mentions the following as extraordinary conveniencies and articles of magnificence: "Du linge toujours blanc[5]--de tables de bois qu'on appelle ici mahogani--grand feu et gratis." Variations: _Pontac's_ head is added in the room of a mutilated _Cæsar_. Principal woman has a man's hat on. Rake's head altered. Undrest woman's head altered. Woman who spirts the wine, and she who threatens her with a drawn knife, have lower caps, &c. So entirely do our manners differ from those of fifty years ago, that I much question if at present, in all the taverns of _London_, any thing resembling the scene here exhibited by _Hogarth_ could be found. That we are less sensual than our predecessors, I do not affirm; but may with truth observe, we are more delicate in pursuit of our gratifications.--No young man, of our hero's fortune and education, would now think of entertaining half a score of prostitutes at a tavern, after having routed a set of feeble wretches, who are idly called our Guardians of the Night. Plate IV. _Rakewell_ is going to court on the first of _March_, which was Queen _Caroline's_ birth-day, as well as the anniversary of _St. David_. In the early impressions a shoe-black steals the Rake's cane. In the modern ones, a large group of blackguards[6] [the chimney-sweeper peeping over the poll boy's cards, and discovering that he has two honours, by holding up two fingers, is among the luckiest of _Hogarth's_ traits] 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;[7] 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 black-guard 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.[8] Not foreseeing, however, the immense demand for his prints, many of them were so slightly executed, as very early to stand in need of retouching. The seventh in particular was so much more slightly executed than the rest, that it sooner wanted renovation, and is therefore to be found in three different states. The rest appear only in two. In Plate V. is his favourite dog _Trump_. In this, also the head of the maid-servant is greatly altered, and the leg and foot of the bridegroom omitted. From the antiquated bride, and the young female adjusting the folds of her gown, in this plate, is taken a _French_ print of a wrinkled harridan of fashion at her toilet, attended by a blooming coëffeuse. It was engraved by _L. Surugue_ in 1745, from a picture in crayons by _Coypel_, and is entitled, _La Folie pare la Decrepitude des ajustemens de la Jeunesse_. From the _Frenchman_, however, the _Devonshire-square_ dowager of our artist has received so high a polish, that she might be mistaken for a queen mother of _France_. Mr. _Gilpin_, in his remarks on this plate, appears not to have fully comprehended the extent of the satire designed in it. Speaking of the church, he observes, that "the wooden post, which seems to have no use, divides the picture disagreeably." _Hogarth_, however, meant to expose the insufficiency of such ecclesiastical repairs as are confided to the superintendance of parish-officers. We learn, from an inscription on the front of a pew, that "This church was beautified in the Year 1725. _Tho. Sice, Tho. Horn,_ Churchwardens."[9] The print before us came out in 1735 (i. e. only ten years afterwards), and by that time the building might have been found in the condition here exhibited, and have required a prop to prevent part of its roof from falling in.--As a proof that this edifice was really in a ruinous state, it was pulled down and rebuilt in the year 1741. Fifty years ago, _Marybone_ church was considered at such a distance from _London_, as to become the usual resort of those who, like our hero, wished to be privately married. In Plate VI. the fire breaking out, alludes to the same accident which happened at _White's, May_ 3, 1733. I learn from a very indifferent poem descriptive of this set of plates (the title is unfortunately wanting), that some of the characters in the scene before us were real ones: "But see the careful plain old man, _M----_[10], well-known youth to trepan, To _C------sh_[11] lend the dear bought pence, _C------sh_ quite void of common sense, Whose face, unto his soul a sign, Looks stupid, as does that within. A quarrel from behind ensues, The sure retreat of those that lose. An honest _'Squire_ smells the cheat, And swears the villain shall be beat: But _G----dd_ wisely interferes, And dissipates the wretch's fears." The original sketch in oil for this scene is at Mrs. _Hogarth's_ house in _Leicester-fields_. The principal character was then sitting, and not, as he is at present, thrown upon his knees in the act of execration. The thought of the losing gamester pulling his hat over his brows is adopted from a similar character to be found among the figures of the principal personages in the court of _Louis_ XIV. folio. This work has no engraver's name, but was probably executed about the year 1700. Plate VII. The celebrated _Beccaria_, in his "Essay on Public Happiness," vol. II. p. 172, observes, "I am sensible there are persons whom it will be difficult for me to persuade: I mean those profound contemplators, who, secluding themselves from their fellow-creatures, are assiduously employed in framing laws for them, and who frequently neglect the care of their domestic and private concerns, to prescribe to empires that form of government, to which they imagine that they ought to submit. The celebrated _Hogarth_ hath represented, in one of his moral engravings, a young man who, after having squandered away his fortune, is, by his creditors, lodged in a gaol. There he sits, melancholy and disconcerted, near a table, whilst a scroll lies under his feet, and bears the following title: 'being a new scheme for paying the debt of the nation. By _T. L._ now a prisoner in _The Fleet_.'" The Author of the poem already quoted, intimates that the personage in the night-gown was meant for some real character: "His wig was full as old as he, In which one curl you could not see. His neckcloth loose, his beard full grown, An old torn night-gown not his own. _L------_, great schemist, that can pay, The nation's debt an easy way." In Plate VIII. (which appears in three different states) is a half-penny reversed (struck in the year 1763) and fixed against the wall, intimating, that _Britannia_ herself was fit only for a mad-house. This was a circumstance inserted by our artist (as he advertises) about a year before his death. I may add, that the man drawing lines against the wall just over the half-penny, alludes to _Whiston's_ proposed method of discovering the Longitude by the firing of bombs, as here represented. The idea of the two figures at each corner of the print appears to have been taken from _Cibber's_ statues at _Bedlam_. The faces of the two females are also changed. That of the woman with a fan, is entirely altered; she has now a cap on, instead of a hood, and is turned, as if speaking to the other. Mr. _Gilpin's_ opinion concerning this set of prints is too valuable to be omitted, and is therefore transcribed below.[12] The plates were thus admirably illustrated by Dr. _John Hoadly_. PLATE I. O 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 in 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, home-felt peace, Familiar duty without dread, Instruction from example bred, Which youthful minds with freedom mend, And with the _father_ mix the _friend_? Uncircumscrib'd by prudent rules, Or precepts of expensive schools Abus'd at home, abroad despis'd, Unbred, unletter'd, unadvis'd; The headstrong course of youth begun, What comfort from this darling son? PLATE II. _Prosperity_ (with harlot's smiles, Most pleasing when she most beguiles) How soon, sweet 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_, in 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 swol'n _Excess_, Mechanic _Honour_, vicious _Taste_, And _Fashion_ in her changing vest. PLATE III. O vanity of youthful blood, So by misuse to poison _good! Woman_, fram'd for social love, Fairest gift of powers above; Source of every houshold 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 show 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 in wild excess? PLATE IV. O vanity of youthful blood, So by misuse to poison _good!_ Reason awakes, and views unbarr'd The sacred gates he watch'd to guard; Approaching sees 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 fears, despair, and horrors fraught, Call back his guilty pleasures dead, Whom he hath wrong'd, and whom betray'd. PLATE V. 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 show: Gold can avert the sting of _Shame_, In winter's arms create a flame; Can couple youth with hoary age, And make antipathies engage. PLATE VI. _Gold_, thou bright son of _Phœbus_, source Of universal intercourse; Of weeping Virtue soft redress, And blessing those who live to bless! Yet oft behold this sacred truth, 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 _tortur'd mind_ To an _imprison'd body_ join'd! PLATE VII. 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 confin'd: No pleasures meet his conscious mind; No blessings brought from early youth, But broken faith and wrested truth, Talents idle and unus'd, And every trust of Heaven abus'd. 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_. PLATE VIII. _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 rule 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 effac'd 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_. On this occasion also appeared an 8vo pamphlet, intituled, "The Rake's Progress, or the Humours of _Drury-Lane_, a poem in eight canto's, in _Hudibrastick_ verse, being the ramble of a modern _Oxonian_, which is a compleat key to the eight prints lately published by the celebrated Mr. _Hogarth_." The second edition with additions, particularly an "epistle to Mr. _Hogarth_" was "printed for _J. Chetwood_, and sold at _Inigo Jones's-Head_ against _Exeter Change_ in _The Strand_, 1735." This is a most contemptible and indecent performance. Eight prints are inserted in some copies of it; but they are only the designs of _Hogarth_ murdered, and perhaps were not originally intended for the decoration of the work already described. The original paintings, both of the Rake's and Harlot's Progress, were at _Fonthill_, in _Wiltshire_, the seat of Mr. _Beckford_,[13] where the latter were destroyed by a fire, in the year 1755; the former set was happily preserved. Mr. _Barnes_, of _Rippon_, in _Yorkshire_, has the Harlot's Progress in oil. It must, however, be a copy. Mr. _Beckford_ has also twenty-five heads from the Cartoons by _Hogarth_, for which he paid twenty-five guineas. There is reason to believe that _Hogarth_ once designed to have introduced the ceremony of a _Marriage Contract_ into the Rake's Progress, instead of the _Levee_. An unfinished painting of this scene is still preserved. We have here the Rake's apartment as now exhibited in Plate II. In the anti-room, among other figures, we recognize that of the poet who at present congratulates our hero on his accession to wealth and pleasure. The bard is here waiting with an epithalamium in his hand. The Rake has added connoisseurship to the rest of his expensive follies. One of his purchases is a canvas containing only the representation of a human foot. [Perhaps this circumstance might allude to the dissection of _Arlaud's Leda_. See Mr. _Walpole's_ Anecdotes, &c. vol. IV. p. 39.] A second is so obscure, that no objects in it are discernible. [A performance of the same description is introduced in our artist's _Piquet, or Virtue in Danger_.] A third presents us with a _Madona_ looking down with fondness on the infant she holds in her arms. [This seems intended as a contrast to the grey headed bride who sits under it, and is apparently past child-bearing.] The fourth is emblematical, and displays perhaps too licentious a satire on transubstantiation. The Blessed Virgin is thrusting her Son down the hopper of a mill, in which he is ground by priests till he issues out in the shape of the consecrated _wafer_, supposed by Catholicks to contain the _real presence_. At a table sits a toothless decrepit father, guardian, or match-maker, joining the hand of the rake with that of the antiquated female, whose face is highly expressive of eagerness, while that of her intended husband is directed a contrary way, toward a groom who is bringing in a piece of plate won at a horse-race.[14] On the floor in front lie a heap of mutilated busts, &c. which our spendthrift is supposed to have recently purchased at an auction. The black boy, who is afterwards met with in Plate IV. of Marriage Alamode, was transplanted from this canvas. He is here introduced supporting such a picture of _Ganymede_ as hangs against the wall of the lady's dressing-room in the same plate of the same work. [1] The face of this female has likewise been changed on the last plate. In the intermediate ones it remains as originally designed. To give the same character two different casts of countenance, was surely an incongruity without excuse. [2] The inscription on this bill is--"_London_, bought of _William Tothall_, Woollen-draper in _Covent-Garden_." See the corner figure looking over the music in the _Rehearsal of the Oratorio of Judith_; and note, p. 116. [3] Of whom a separate portrait, by _Ellis_, had been published by _Overton. Figg_ died in the year 1734. As the taste of the publick is much changed about the importance of the _noble_ Science of Defence, as it was called, and as probably it will never again revive, it may afford some entertainment to my readers, to see the terms in which this celebrated prize-fighter is spoken of by a professor of the art. "FIGG was the _Atlas_ of the Sword; and may he remain the gladiating statue! In him strength, resolution, and unparalleled judgement, conspired to form a matchless master. There was a majesty shone in his countenance, and blazed in all his actions, beyond all I ever saw. His right leg bold and firm, and his left, which could hardly ever be disturbed, gave him the surprising advantage already proved, and struck his adversary with despair and panic. He had that peculiar way of stepping in I spoke of, in a parry; he knew his arm, and its just time of moving; put a firm faith in that, and never let his adversary escape his parry. He was just as much a greater master than any other I ever saw, as he was a greater judge of time and measure." _Captain John Godfrey's Treatise upon the Useful Science of Defence_, 4to, 1747, p. 41. "Mr. _Figg_," says _Chetwood_, History of the Stage, p. 60, "informed me once, that he had not bought a shirt for more than twenty years, but had sold some dozens. It was his method, when he fought in his amphitheatre (his stage bearing that superb title), to send round to a select number of his scholars, to borrow a shirt for the ensuing combat, and seldom failed of half a dozen of superfine Holland from his prime pupils (most of the young nobility and gentry made it a part of their education to march under his warlike banner). This champion was generally conqueror, though his shirt seldom failed of gaining a cut from his enemy, and sometimes his flesh, though I think he never received any dangerous wound. Most of his scholars were at every battle, and were sure to exult at their great master's victories, every person supposing he saw the wounds his shirt received. Mr. _Figg_ took his opportunity to inform his lenders of linen of the chasms their shirts received, with a promise to send them home. But, said the ingenious courageous _Figg_, I seldom received any other answer than D-mn you, keep it!" A Poem by Dr. _Byrom_, on a battle between _Figg_ and _Sutton_, another prize-fighter, is in the 6th Volume of _Dodsley's_ Collection of Poems. [4] _Fielding_ has introduced this porter, under the name of _Leathersides_, into _The Covent-Garden Tragedy_, acted in 1732. _Leath._ Two whores, great Madam, must be straight prepar'd, A fat one for the Squire, and for my Lord a lean. _Mother._ Thou, _Leathersides_, best know'st such nymphs to find, To thee their lodgings they communicate. Go thou procure the girl. [5] The cleanliness of the _English_ seems to have made a similar impression on the mind of M. _De Grosley_, who, in his "Tour to _London_," observes, that "The plate, hearth-stones, moveables, apartments, doors, stairs, the very street-doors, their locks, and the large brass knockers, are every day washed, scowered, or rubbed. Even in lodging-houses, the middle of the stairs is often covered with carpeting, to prevent them from being soiled. All the apartments in the house have mats or carpets; and the use of them has been adopted some years since by the _French_;" and that "The towns and villages upon the road have excellent inns, but somewhat dear; at these an _English_ lord is as well served as at his own house, and with a cleanliness much to be wished for in most of the best houses of _France_. The innkeeper makes his appearance only to do the honours of his table to the greatest personages, who often invite him to dine with them." [6] The chief of these, who wears something that seems to have been a tie-wig, was painted from a _French_ boy, who cleaned shoes at the corner of _Hog-Lane_. [7] In the collection of Mr. _Steevens_ only. [8] He had meditated, however, some additional improvements in the same plate. When he had inserted the storm, he began to consider the impropriety of turning the girl out in the midst of it with her head uncovered; and therefore, on a proof of this print, from which he designed to have worked, he sketched her hat in with _Indian_ ink. [9] It appears, on examination of the Registers, &c. that _Tho. Sice_ and _Tho. Horn_ are not fictitious names. Such people were really churchwardens when the repairs in 1725 were made. The following inscription on the pew, denoting a vault beneath, is also genuine, and, as far as can be known at present, was faithfully copied in regard to its obsolete spelling. THESE PEWES VNSCRVD AND TANE IN SVNDER IN STONE THERS GRAVEN WHAT IS VNDER TO WIT A VALT FOR BURIAL THERE IS WHICH EDWARD FORSET MADE FOR HIM AND HIS. Part of these words, in raised letters, at present form a pannel in the wainscot at the end of the right-hand gallery, as the church is entered from the street.--No heir of the _Forset_ family appearing, their vault has been claimed and used by his Grace the Duke of _Portland_, as lord of the manor. The mural monument of the _Taylors_, composed of lead gilt over, is likewise preserved. It is seen, in _Hogarth's_ print, just under the window. The bishop of the diocese, when the new church was built, gave orders that all the ancient tablets should be placed, as nearly as possible, in their former situations. [10] Old _Manners_, brother to the late _Duke of Rutland_. [11] The old Duke of _Devonshire_ lost the great estate of _Leicester_ abbey to him at the gaming-table. _Manners_ was the only person of his time who had amassed a considerable fortune by the profession of a gamester. [12] "The first print of this capital work is an excellent representation of a young heir, taking possession of a miser's effects. The passion of avarice, which hoards every thing, without distinction, what is and what is not valuable, is admirably described.--The _composition_, though not excellent, is not unpleasing. The principal group, consisting of the young gentleman, the taylor, the appraiser, the papers, and chest, is well shaped: but the eye is hurt by the disagreeable regularity of three heads nearly in a line, and at equal distances.--The _light_ is not ill disposed. It falls on the principal figures: but the effect might have been improved. If the extreme parts of the mass (the white apron on one side, and the memorandum-book on the other) had been in shade, the _repose_ had been less injured. The detached parts of a group should rarely catch a strong body of light.--We have no striking instances of _expression_ in this print. The principal figure is unmeaning. The only one, which displays the true _vis comica_ of _Hogarth_, is the appraiser fingering the gold. You enter at once into his character.--The young woman might have furnished the artist with an opportunity of presenting a graceful figure; which would have been more pleasing. The figure he _has_ introduced, is by no means an object of allurement.--The _perspective_ is accurate, but affected. So many windows, and open doors, may shew the author's learning; but they break the back ground, and injure the simplicity of it. "The second print introduces our hero into all the dissipation of modish life. We became first acquainted with him, when a boy of eighteen. He is now of age; has entirely thrown off the clownish school-boy; and assumes the man of fashion. Instead of the country taylor, who took measure of him for his father's mourning, he is now attended by _French_ barbers, _French_ taylors, poets, milleners, jockies, bullies, and the whole retinue of a fine gentleman.--The _expression_, in this print, is wonderfully great. The dauntless front of the bully; the keen eye, and elasticity of the fencing-master; and the simpering importance of the dancing-master, are admirably expressed. The last is perhaps a little _outré_. The architect[A] is a strong copy from nature.--The _composition_ seems to be entirely subservient to the expression. It appears, as if _Hogarth_ had sketched, in his memorandum-book, all the characters which he has here introduced; but was at a loss how to group them; and chose rather to introduce them in detached figures, as he had sketched them, than to lose any part of the expression by combining them.--The _light_ is ill distributed. It is spread indiscriminately over the print; and destroys the _whole_--We have no instance of _grace_ in any of the figures. The principal figure is very deficient. There is no contrast in the limbs; which is always attended with a degree of ungracefulness.--The _execution_ is very good. It is elaborate, and yet free.--The satire on operas, though it may be well directed, is forced and unnatural. "The third plate carries us still deeper into the history. We meet our hero engaged in one of his evening amusements. This print, on the whole, is no very extraordinary effort of genius.--The _design_ is good; and may be a very exact description of the humours of a brothel.--The _composition_ too is not amiss. But we have few of those masterly strokes which distinguish the works of _Hogarth_. The whole is plain history. The lady setting the world on fire is the best thought: and there is some humour in furnishing the room with a set of _Cæsars_; and not placing them in order.--The _light_ is ill managed. By a few alterations, which are obvious, particularly by throwing the lady dressing into the shade, the disposition of it might have been tolerable. But still we should have had an absurdity to answer, whence comes it? Here is light in abundance; but no visible source.--_Expression_ we have a little through the whole print. That of the principal figure is the best. The ladies have all the air of their profession; but no variety of character. _Hogarth's_ women are, in general, very inferior to his men. For which reason I prefer the _Rake's Progress_ to the _Harlot's_. The female face indeed has seldom strength of feature enough to admit the strong markings of expression. "Very disagreeable accidents often befall 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 lamp-lighter, 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 respect 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 point 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.--I cannot leave this print without remarking the _falling band-box_. Such representations of quick motion are absurd; and every moment the absurdity grows stronger. You cannot deceive the eye. The falling body _must_ appear _not_ to fall. Objects of that kind are beyond the power of representation. "Difficulties crowd so fast upon our hero, that at the age of twenty-five, which he seems to have attained in the fifth plate, we find him driven to the necessity of marrying a woman, whom he detests, for her fortune. The _composition_ here is very good; and yet we have a disagreeable regularity in the climax of the three figures, the maid, the bride, and the bride-groom.--The _light_ is not ill distributed. The principal figure too is _graceful_; and there is strong _expression_ in the seeming tranquillity of his features. He hides his contempt of the object before him as well as he can; and yet he cannot do it. She too has as much meaning as can appear thro' the deformity of her features. The clergyman's face we are all well acquainted with, and also his wig; tho' we cannot pretend to say, where we have seen either. The clerk too is an admirable fellow.--The _perspective_ is well understood; but the church is too small;[B] and the wooden post, which seems to have no use, divides the picture very disagreeably.--The creed lost, the commandments broken, and the poor's-box obstructed by a cobweb, are all excellent strokes of satirical humour. "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.--In point of light, it is more culpable. There is not shade enough among the figures to balance the glare. If the neck-cloth and weepers of the gentleman in mourning had been removed, and his hands thrown into shade, even that alone would have improved the effect.--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 representing 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. The figure opposing the mad-man is bad: it has a drunken appearance; and drunkenness is not the vice of a gaming table.--The principal figure is _ill-drawn_. The _perspective_ is formal; and the _execution_ but indifferent: in heightening his expression, _Hogarth_ has lost his spirit. "The seventh plate, which gives us the view of a jail, has very little in it. Many of the circumstances, which may well be supposed to increase the misery of a confined debtor, are well contrived; but the fruitful genius of _Hogarth_, I should think, might have treated the subject in a more copious manner. The episode of the fainting woman might have given way to many circumstances more proper to the occasion. This is the same woman, whom the rake discards in the first print; by whom he is rescued in the fourth; who is present at his marriage; who follows him into jail; and, lastly, to _Bedlam_. The thought is rather unnatural, and the moral certainly culpable.--The _composition_ is bad. The group of the woman fainting is a round heavy mass: and the other group is very ill-shaped. The _light_ could not be worse managed, and, as the groups are contrived, can hardly be improved.--In the principal figure there is great _expression_; and the fainting scene is well described. A scheme to pay off the national debt, by a man who cannot pay his own; and the attempt of a silly rake, to retrieve his affairs by a work of genius; are admirable strokes of humour. "The eighth plate brings the fortune of our hero to a conclusion. It is a very expressive representation of the most horrid scene which human nature can exhibit.--The _composition_ is not bad. The group, in which the lunatic is chained, is well managed; and if it had been carried a little further towards the middle of the picture, and the two women (who seem very oddly introduced) had been removed, both the composition, and the distribution of light, had been good.--The _drawing_ of the principal figure is a more accurate piece of anatomy than we commonly find in the works of this master. The _expression_ of the figure is rather unmeaning; and very inferior to the strong characters of all the other lunatics. The fertile genius of the artist has introduced as many of the causes of madness, as he could well have collected; but there is some tautology. There are two religionists, and two astronomers. Yet there is variety in each; and strong _expression_ in all the characters. The self-satisfaction, and conviction, of him who has discovered the longitude; the mock majesty of the monarch; the moody melancholy of the lover; and the superstitious horror of the popish devotee; are all admirable.--The _perspective_ is simple and proper. "I should add, that these remarks are made upon the first edition of this work. When the plates were much worn, they were altered in many parts. They have gained by the alterations, in point of _design_; but have lost in point of _expression_." [A] The _architect_. Mr. _Gilpin_ means--the _gardener_. [B] I am authorized to observe, that this is no fault in our artist. The old church at _Marybone_ was so little, that it would have stood within the walls of the present one, leaving at the same time sufficient room for a walk round it. [13] Afterwards twice lord mayor of _London_. See p. 44. [14] The same as that introduced in Plate II. * * * * * 1736. 1. Two prints of Before and After. The two pictures, from which these prints are taken, were painted at the particular request of a certain vicious nobleman, whose name deserves no commemoration. The hero of them is said to have been designed for Chief Justice _Willes. Hogarth_ repented of having engraved them; and almost every possessor of his works will wish they had been with-held from the public, as often as he is obliged to shew the volume that contains them to ladies. To omit them, is to mutilate the collection; to pin the leaves, on which they are pasted, together, is a circumstance that tends only to provoke curiosity; and to display them, would be to set decency at defiance. The painter who indulges himself, or his employers, in such representations, will forfeit the general praise he might have gained by a choice of less offensive subjects. We have an artist of no common merit, who has frequently disgraced his skill by scenes too luxuriant to appear in any situation but a brothel; and yet one of the most meretricious of his performances, but a few years ago, was exhibited by the Royal Academy. These prints, however, display almost the only instance in which _Hogarth_ condescended to execute a subject proposed to him; for I am assured by one who knew him well, that his obstinacy on these occasions has often proved invincible. Like _Shakspeare's Tully_, "----he would never follow any thing That other men began." In the later impressions from these plates, the scroll-work on the head-cloth, &c. of the bed, is rendered indistinct, by an injudicious attempt to strengthen the engraving. Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the first sketch in oil of "Before."[1] [1] The originals of both are at the earl of _Besborough's_ seat at _Roehampton_. 2. The Sleeping Congregation. The preacher was designed as the representative of Dr. _Desaguliers_. This print was first published in 1736. It was afterwards retouched and _improved_[1] by the author in 1762, and is found in three different states. In the first, _Dieu & Mon Droit_ is wanting under the King's Arms; the angel with one wing and two pair of thighs, that supports this motto, is smoking a pipe; and the lion has not his present magnificent genitals. In the second, the words already mentioned are added; the angel's pipe is obliterated; the insignia of the lion's sex rendered ostentatiously conspicuous; and the lines of the triangle under the angel are doubled. The other distinctions are chiefly such as a reiteration of engraving would naturally produce, by adding strength to the fainter parts of the composition. Changes of this slender kind are numberless in all the repaired prints of our artist. There is also a pirated copy of this plate. It is not ill executed, but in size is somewhat shorter than its predecessor, and has no price annexed. In the original picture, in the collection of Sir _Edward Walpole_, the clerk's head is admirably well painted, and with great force; but he is dozing, and not leering at the young woman near him, as in the print. [1] I wish, for the sake of some future edition of the present work, these _improvements_ could be ascertained. To me they are invisible, like those in the re-published _March to Finchley_. 3. The Distressed Poet.[1] In a back ground, a picture of _Pope_ threshing _Curll_. Over the head of _Pope_ we read, _Pope's Letters_; out of his mouth comes _Veni, vidi, vici_; and under _Curll_ lies a letter, directed--_to Curll_. The distressed bard is composing _Poverty_, a poem. At the bottom of the plate are the following lines from _The Dunciad_, I. iii. Studious he sate, with all his books around, Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profund! Plung'd for his sense, but found no bottom there; Then writ, and flounder'd on in mere despair. In the subsequent impressions, dated _December_ 15, 1740, the triumphs of _Pope_ are changed to a view of the gold mines of _Peru_; and our hero of the garret is employed in celebrating the praise of _Riches_. The lines already quoted are effaced. The original painting is at lord _Grosvenor's_ house at _Milbank, Westminster_. [1] In _The Craftsman, March_ 12, 1736-7, occurs, "This day is published, price 3s. a print representing a _Distressed Poet_. Also, five etchings, of different characters of heads in groups, viz. a Chorus of Singers; a pleased Audience at a Play; Scholars at a Lecture; and Quacks in Consultation; price 6d. each. To be had either bound together with all Mr. _Hogarth's_ late engraved works (except the Harlot's Progress), or singly, at the _Golden Head_, in _Leicester Fields_; and at Mr _Bakewell's_, printseller, next the _Horn Tavern, Fleet-street_." And _April_ 2 and 9, 1737, "Just published, price 3s. A print representing a _Distressed Poet_. Designed and engraved by Mr. _Hogarth_. Also four etchings, viz. A pleased Audience; a Chorus of Singers; Scholars at a Lecture; and a Consultation of Quacks, price 6d. each. To be had at the _Golden Head_, in _Leicester Fields_; and at Mr. _Bakewell's_, print-seller, next the _Horn Tavern_, in _Fleet-street_. Where may be had, bound or otherwise, all Mr. _Hogarth's_ late engraved works, viz. A _Midnight Conversation; Southwark Fair_; the _Rake's Progress,_ in eight prints; a sleepy Congregation in a Country Church; Before and After, two prints." 4. Right Hon. _Frances_ Lady _Byron_. Whole length, mezzotinto. _W. Hogarth pinxit. J. Faber fecit._ The most beautiful impressions of this plate were commonly taken off in a brown colour. 5. The same, shortened into a three-quarters length. 6. Consultation of Physicians. Arms of the Undertakers. In this plate, amongst other portraits, is the well-known one of Dr. _Ward_[1] (who was called _Spot Ward_, from the left side of his face being marked of a claret colour); and that of the elder _Taylor_,[2] a noted oculist, with an eye on the head of his cane; Dr. _Pierce Dod_,[3] Dr. _Bamber_;[4] and other physicians of that time. The figure with a bone in its hand, between the two demi-doctors (i. e. _Taylor_ and _Ward_), is said to have been designed for Mrs. _Mapp_, a famous masculine woman, who was called the bone-setter, or shape-mistress. I am told, that many of her advertisements may be found in _Mist's Journal_, and still more accounts of her cures in the periodical publications of her time. Her maiden name was _Wallin_. Her father was also a bone-setter at _Hindon, Wilts_; but quarrelling with him, she wandered about the country, calling herself _crazy Sally_. On her success in her profession she married, _August_ 11, 1736,[5] one _Hill Mapp_, a servant to Mr. _Ibbetson_, mercer on _Ludgate-Hill_. In most cases her success was rather owing to the strength of her arms, and the boldness of her undertakings, than to any knowledge of anatomy or skill in chirurgical operations. The following particulars relative to her are collected from the _The Grub-street Journal_, &c. and serve at least to shew, that she was a character considerable enough to deserve the satire of _Hogarth_. _August_ 19, 1736, "We hear that the husband of Mrs. _Mapp_, the famous bone-setter at _Epsom_, ran away from her last week, taking with him upwards of 100 guineas, and such other portable things as lay next hand." "Several letters from _Epsom_ mention, that the footman, whom the female bone-setter married the week before, had taken a sudden journey from thence with what money his wife had earned; and that her concern at first was very great: but soon as the surprize was over, she grew gay, and seemed to think the money well disposed of, as it was like to rid her of a husband. He took just 102 guineas." The following verses were addressed to her in _August_ 1736. "Of late, without the least pretence to skill, _Ward's_ grown a fam'd physician by a pill;[6] Yet he can but a doubtful honour claim, While envious Death oft blasts his rising fame. Next travell'd _Taylor_ fill'd us with surprize, Who pours new light upon the blindest eyes; Each journal tells his circuit thro' the land; Each journal tells the blessings of his hand: And lest some hireling scribbler of the town Injures his history, he writes his own. We read the long accounts with wonder o'er; Had he wrote less, we had believ'd him more. Let these, O _Mapp!_ thou wonder of the age! With dubious arts endeavour to engage: While you, irregularly strict to rules, Teach dull collegiate pedants they are fools: By merit, the sure path to fame pursue; For all who see thy art, must own it true." _September_ 2, 1736, "On _Friday_ several persons, who had the misfortune of lameness, crowded to _The White-hart Inn_, in _White-chapel_, on hearing Mrs. _Mapp_ the famous bone-setter was there. Some of them were admitted to her, and were relieved as they apprehended. But a gentleman, who happened to come by, declared Mrs. _Mapp_ was at _Epsom_, on which the woman thought proper to move off." _September_ 9, 1736. "Advertisement. "Whereas it has been industriously (I wish I could say truly) reported, that I had found great benefit from a certain female bone-setter's performance, and that it was to a want of resolution to undergo the operation, that I did not meet with a perfect cure: this is therefore to give notice, that any persons afflicted with lameness (who are willing to know what good or harm others may receive, before they venture on desperate measures themselves) will be welcome any morning to see the dressing of my leg, which was sound before the operation, and they will then be able to judge of the performance, and to whom I owe my present unhappy confinement to my bed and chair. "_Thomas Barber_, Tallow-chandler, _Saffron-hill_." _September_ 16, 1736. "On _Thursday_, Mrs. _Mapp's_ plate of ten guineas was run for at _Epsom_. A mare, called 'Mrs. _Mapp_,' won the first heat; when Mrs. _Mapp_ gave the rider a guinea, and swore if he won the plate she would give him 100; but the second and third heat was won by a chestnut mare." "We hear that the husband of Mrs. _Mapp_ is returned, and has been kindly received." _September_ 23, 1736. "Mrs. _Mapp_ continues making extraordinary cures: she has now set up an equipage, and on _Sunday_ waited on her Majesty." _Saturday, October_ 16, 1736. "Mrs. _Mapp_, the bone-setter, with Dr. _Taylor_, the oculist, was at the play-house, in _Lincoln's-Inn Fields,_ to see a comedy called 'The Husband's Relief, with the Female Bone-setter and Worm Doctor;' which occasioned a full house, and the following epigram: "'While _Mapp_ to th'actors shew'd a kind regard, On one side _Taylor_ sat, on the other _Ward_: When their mock persons of the Drama came, Both _Ward_ and _Taylor_ thought it hurt their _fame_; Wonder'd how _Mapp_ cou'd in good humour be-- Zoons! cries the manly dame, it hurts not me; Quacks without art may either blind or kill; But[7] _demonstration_ shews that mine is _skill_.' "And the following was sung upon the stage: "'You surgeons of _London_, who puzzle your pates, To ride in your coaches, and purchase estates, Give over, for shame, for your pride has a fall, And the doctress of _Epsom_ has outdone you all. _Derry down_, &c. "'What signifies learning, or going to school, When a woman can do, without reason or rule, What puts you to nonplus, and baffles your art? For petticoat-practice has now got the start. "'In physics, as well as in fashions, we find, The newest has always the run with mankind; Forgot is the bustle 'bout _Taylor_ and _Ward_; Now _Mapp's_ all the cry, and her fame's on record. "'Dame Nature has given her a doctor's degree, She gets all the patients, and pockets the fee; So if you don't instantly prove it a cheat, She'll loll in her chariot, whilst you walk the street. _Derry down_, &c.'" _October_ 19, 1736, _London Daily Post._ "Mrs. _Mapp_, being present at the acting of _The Wife's Relief_, concurred in the universal applause of a crowded audience. This play was advertised by the desire of Mrs. _Mapp_, the famous bone-setter from _Epsom_." _October_ 21, 1736, "On _Saturday_ evening there was such a concourse of people at the Theatre-royal in _Lincoln's-Inn Fields_, to see the famous Mrs. _Mapp_, that several gentlemen and ladies were obliged to return for want of room. The confusion at going out was so great, that several gentlemen and ladies had their pockets picked, and many of the latter lost their fans, &c. Yesterday she was elegantly entertained by Dr. _Ward_, at his house in _Pall-Mall_." "On _Saturday_ and yesterday Mrs. _Mapp_ performed several operations at _The Grecian Coffee-house_, particularly one upon a niece of Sir _Hans Sloane_, to his great satisfaction and her credit. The patient had her shoulder-bone out for about nine years." "On _Monday_ Mrs. _Mapp_ performed two extraordinary cures; one on a young lady of _The Temple_, who had several bones out from the knees to her toes, which she put in their proper places: and the other on a butcher, whose knee-pans were so misplaced that he walked with his knees knocking one against another. Yesterday she performed several other surprizing cures; and about one set out for _Epsom_, and carried with her several crutches, which she calls trophies of honour." _November_ 18, 1736, "Mrs. _Mapp_, the famous bone-setter, has taken lodgings in _Pall-Mall_, near Mr. _Joshua Ward's_, &c." _November_ 25, 1736, "In this bright age three wonder-workers rise, Whose operations puzzle all the wise. To lame and blind, by dint of manual slight, _Mapp_ gives the use of limbs, and _Taylor_ sight. But greater _Ward_, &c." _December_ 16, 1736, "On _Thursday, Polly Peachum_ (Miss _Warren_, that was sister to the famous Mrs. _Mapp_) was tried at _The Old Bailey_ for marrying Mr. _Nicholas_; her former husband, Mr. _Somers_, being living, &c." _December_ 22, 1737, "Died last week, at her lodgings near _The Seven Dials_, the much-talked-of Mrs. _Mapp_, the bone-setter, so miserably poor, that the parish was obliged to bury her." The plate is thus illustrated by the engraver: "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,[8] Nebulæ,[9] Ermine, one compleat Doctor[10] issuant, checkie, sustaining in his right hand a baton of the second. On his 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._" [1] _Joshua Ward_ was one of the younger sons of an ancient and respectable family settled at _Guisborough_ in _Yorkshire_, where he was born some time in the last century. He seems, from every description of him, to have had small advantages from education, though he indisputably possessed no mean natural parts. The first account we have of him is, that he was a associated in partnership with a brother named _William_, as a dry-salter, in _Thames-street_. After they had carried on this business some time, a fire broke out in an adjoining house, which communicated itself to their warehouses, and entirely destroyed all their property. On this occasion Mr. _Ward_, with a gentleman from the country who was on a visit to him, escaped over the tops of the houses in their shirts. In the year 1717 he was returned member for _Marlborough_; but, by a vote of the House of Commons, dated _May_ 13, was declared not duly elected. It is imagined that he was in some measure connected with his brother _John Ward_ (who is stigmatized by Mr. _Pope_, Dunciad III. 34.) in secreting and protecting illegally the property of some of the _South Sea_ directors. Be this as it may, he soon after fled from _England_, resided some years abroad, and has been frequently supposed to have turned _Roman_ Catholic. While he remained in exile, he acquired that knowledge of medicine and chemistry, which afterwards was the means of raising him to a state of affluence. About the year 1733 he began to practise physic, and combated, for some time, the united efforts of Wit, Learning, Argument, Ridicule, Malice, and Jealousy, by all of which he was opposed in every shape that can be suggested. At length, by some lucky cures, and particularly one on a relation of Sir _Joseph Jekyl_ Master of the Rolls, he got the better of his opponents, and was suffered to practise undisturbed. From this time his reputation was established: he was exempted, by a vote of the House of Commons, from being visited by the censors of the college of physicians, and was even called in to the assistance of King _George_ the Second, whose hand he cured, and received, as a reward, a commission for his nephew the late General _Gansel_. It was his custom to distribute his medicines and advice, and even pecuniary assistance, to the poor, at his house, _gratis_; and thus he acquired considerable popularity. Indeed, in these particulars his conduct was entitled to every degree of praise. With a stern outside, and rough deportment, he was not wanting in benevolence. After a continued series of success, he died _Dec._ 21, 1761, at a very advanced age, and left the secret of his medicines to Mr. _Page_, member for _Chichester_, who bestowed them on two charitable institutions, which have derived considerable advantages from them. His will is printed in _The Gentleman's Magazine_, 1762, p. 208. [2] I was assured by the late Dr. _Johnson_, that _Ward_ was the weakest, and _Taylor_ the most ignorant, of the whole empiric tribe. The latter once asserted, that when he was at _St. Petersburg_, he travelled as far as _Archangel_ to meet Prince _Herculaneum_. Now _Archangel_ being the extreme point from _European Asia_, had the tale been true, the oculist must have marched so far backwards out of the route of Prince _Heraclius_, whose name he had blundered into _Herculaneum_. The present likeness of our oculist, however, we may suppose to have been a strong one, as it much resembles a mezzotinto by _Faber_, from a picture painted at _Rome_ by the Chevalier _Riche_. Under it is the following inscription: "_Joannes Taylor_, Medicus in Optica expertissimus multisque in Academiis celeberrimis Socius." Eight _Latin_ verses follow, which are not worth transcription. _Taylor_ made presents of this print to his friends. It is now become scarce. [3] One of the physicians to _St. Bartholomew's_ Hospital. He died _August_ 6, 1754. His merits were thus celebrated by Dr. _Theobald_, a contemporary physician: "O raro merito quem juncta scientia dudum Illustrem sacris medico stellam addidit orbi Auspiciis, pura nunquam non luce corusce! Utcunque incolumem virtutum aversa tueri Gens humana solet, non ni post fata corona Donandam merita, potitus melioribus astris, Invidia major, tu præsens alter haberis _Hippocrates_, pleno jam nunc cumulatus honore. Te seu, corporea tandem compage soluta, Accipiet, doctis clarescentem artibus, alta _Coi_ sphæra senis; seu tu venerabilis aureo _Romani Celsi_ rite effulgebis in orbe; O sit adhuc tarda illa dies, sit tarda, precamur, Illa dies, nostris et multum ferior annis, Cum tua mens, membris seducta fluentibus, almas Advolet, angelicis immixta cohortibus, arces! Hic potius Musas, thematis dulcedine captas, Delecta, atque audi laudes vel _Apolline_ dignas." [4] A celebrated anatomist, physician, and man-midwife, to whose estate the present _Gascoyne_ family succeeded, and whose surname has been given as a Christian name to two of them. [5] Some indifferent verses on this event were printed in _The Gentleman's Magazine_, 1736, p. 484. [6] General _Churchill_ was "the primary puffer of _Ward's_ pill at court;" and Lord Chief Baron _Reynolds_ soon after published "its miraculous effects on a maid servant," as I learn by some doggrel verses of Sir _William Browne_, addressed to "Dr. _Ward_, a Quack, of merry memory," under the title of "The Pill-Plot. On _The Daily Courant's_ miraculous Discovery, upon the ever-memorable 28th day of _November_ 1734, from the Doctor himself being a Papist, and distributing his Pills to the poor _gratis_, by the hands of the Lady _Gage_ also a Papist, that the Pill must be beyond all doubt a deep-laid Plot, to introduce popery." [7] "This alludes to some surprizing cures she performed before Sir _Hans Sloane_ at _The Grecian Coffee-house_ (where she came once a week from _Epsom_ in her chariot with four horses): viz. a man of _Wardour-street_, whose back had been broke nine years, and stuck out two inches; a niece of Sir _Hans Sloane_ in the like condition; and a gentleman who went with one shoe heel six inches high, having been lame twenty years of his hip and knee, whom she set strait, and brought his leg down even with the other." _Gent. Mag._ 1756, p. 617. [8] A chief betokeneth a senator, or honourable personage borrowed from the _Greeks_, and is a word signifying a head; and as the head is the chief part of a man, so the chief in the escutcheon should be a reward of such only whose high merits have procured them chief place, esteem, or love amongst men. [9] The bearing of clouds in armes (saith _Upton_) doth import some excellencie. [10] Originally printed _docter_, but afterwards altered in this print. * * * * * 1737. 1. The Lecture. "Datur vacuum." The person reading is well known to be the late Mr. _Fisher_, of _Jesus College, Oxford_, and Registrar of that University. This portrait was taken with the free consent of Mr. _Fisher_; who died _March_ 18, 1761. There are some impressions in which "Datur vacuum" is not printed, that leaf being entirely blank; published _January_ 20, 1736-7; the other _March_ 3, 1736. _Hogarth_ at first marked these words in with a pen and ink. 2. _Æneas_ in a Storm. The following advertisement appeared in _The London Daily Post, January_ 17, 1736-7. "This day is published, price sixpence, a hieroglyphical print called _Æneas in a Storm_. "Tanta hæc mulier potuit suadere malorum. "Sold by the booksellers and printsellers in town and country. Of whom may be had, a print called _Tartuff's Banquet_, or _Codex's_ Entertainment. Price one shilling. "--populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi." The same paper mentions the King's arrival at _Loestoff_ on the 16th of _January_, and afterwards at _St. James's_ on the 17th. The author of this print, whoever he was, did not venture to put his name to so ludicrous a representation of the tempest which happened on King _George_ the Second's return from _Hanover_. His Majesty is supposed to have kicked his hat overboard. This, it seems, was an action customary to him when he was in a passion. To the same circumstance _Loveling_ has alluded in his Sapphic Ode ad _Carolum B----_.[1] Concinet majore poeta plectro _Georgium_,[2] quandoque calens furore Gestiet circa thalamum ferire Calce galerum. I have been told, that Mr. _Garrick_, when he first appeared in the character of _Bayes_, taking the same liberty, received instantly such a message from one of the stage boxes, as prevented him from practising so insolent a stroke of mimickry a second time. In spite of the confidence with which this plate has been attributed to _Hogarth_, I by no means believe it was his performance. It more resembles the manner of _Vandergucht_, who was equally inclined to personal satire, however his talents might be inadequate to his purposes. Witness several scattered designs of his in the very same style of engraving. I may add, that he always exerted his talents in the service of the Tory faction. Besides, there is nothing in the plate before us which might not have been expected from the hand of any common artist. The conceit of the blasts issuing from the posteriors of the _Æolian_ tribe, is borrowed from one of the prints to _Scarron's Travesty of Virgil_; and the figure of _Britannia_ is altogether insipid and unworthy of _Hogarth_. Our artist also was too much accustomed to sailing parties, and too accurate an observer of objects on _The Thames_, not to have known that our Royal Yachts are vessels without three masts, &c. [1] _Bunbury_. [2] The author had here left a blank, which I have ventured to fill up with the royal name. * * * * * 1738. 1. The Four Parts of the Day.[1] _Invented, painted, engraved, and published by W. Hogarth._ Mr. _Walpole_ observes that these plates, "except the last, are inferior to few of his works." We have been told that _Hogarth's_ inclination to satire once cost him a legacy. It seems that the figure of the Old Maid, in the print of _Morning_, was taken either from an acquaintance or relation of his. At first she was well enough satisfied with her resemblance; but some designing people teaching her to be angry, she struck the painter out of her will, which had been made considerably in his favour. This story we have heard often related by those whom, on other occasions, we could readily believe. In the same print is a portrait of Dr. _Rock_, who formerly attended _Covent-Garden_ market every morning. To the propriety of _Hogarth's_ having introduced a scene of riot within _King's Coffee-house_, the following quotation from _The Weekly Miscellany_ for _June_ 9, 1739, bears sufficient testimony: "_Monday_ Mrs. _Mary King_ of _Covent-Garden_ was brought up to the King's Bench Bar at _Westminster_, and received the following sentence, for keeping a disorderly house; viz. to pay a fine of £.200, to suffer three months imprisonment, to find security for her good behaviour for three years, and to remain in prison till the fine be paid." As it was impossible she could carry on her former business, as soon as the time of her imprisonment was ended, she retired with her savings, built three houses on _Haverstock_ hill, near _Hampstead_, and died in one of them, _September_ 1747. Her own mansion was afterwards the last residence of the celebrated _Nancy Dawson_;[2] and the three together are still distinguished by the appellation of _Moll King's Row_. Perhaps the use of the mirror in reversing objects was not yet understood by our engravers, for in _Hogarth's_ painting the late Mr. _West's_ house (now _Lowe's_ Hotel) is properly situated on the left of _Covent-garden_ church. In the print it appears on the contrary side. The _Crying Boy_ in _Noon_ was sketched by _Hogarth_ from a picture by _N. Poussin_ of the Rape of the _Sabines_, at Mr. _Hoare's_ at _Stourhead_. The school boy's kite lodged on the roof of a building, was introduced only to break the disagreeable uniformity of a wall. Our artist, in the scene of _Evening_, inserted the little girl with the fan, as an after-thought, some friend having asked him what the boy cried for. He therefore introduced the girl going to take the play-thing from her brother. Nothing is more common than to see children cry without reason. The circumstance, however, shews that this great Genius did not always think himself above advice, as some have alledged to have been the case with him. In the early impressions of this plate, the face and neck of the woman are coloured with red, to express heat; and the hand of her husband is tinged with blue, to intimate that he was by trade a _Dyer_. The purchasers of the plate, intituled _Evening_, are hereby cautioned against imposition. In a modern copy of it, sold to the late Mr. _Ingham Foster_, the face of the woman had been washed over with vermilion, that it might pass (as it chanced to do) for a first impression. In the true ones, and none but these, the face and bosom were _printed_ off with red, and the hand with blue ink. Only the traces of the graver, therefore, ought to be filled by either colour, and not the whole surface of the visage, &c. as in the smeary counterfeit. I have been told that a few copies of plate III. were taken off before the fan was inserted, but have not hitherto met with one of them. In _Night_, the drunken Free-mason has been supposed to be Sir _Thomas de Veil_; but Sir _John Hawkins_ assures me, it is not the least like him. The _Salisbury Flying-Coach_ implies a satire on the right honourable inventor of that species of carriage. The two first of these pictures were sold to the Duke of _Ancaster_, for 57 Guineas; the remaining pair to Sir _William Heathcote_ for 64. [1] _Hogarth_ advertises in _The London Daily Post, January_ 20, 1737-8, five copper plates, viz. Morning, Noon, Evening and Night, and a Company of Strolling Actresses dressing in a barn, for _one guinea_, half to be paid at the time of subscribing, half on the delivery. After the subscription, to be raised to five shillings a plate. [2] A hornpipe dancer at _Covent Garden_. She was mistress to _Shuter_ the comedian, &c. &c. &c. 2. Strolling Actresses[1] dressing in a Barn. _Invented, painted, engraved, and published by W. Hogarth_. Mr. _Walpole_ observes that this piece, "for wit and imagination, without any other end," is the best of all our artist's works. Mr. _Wood_ of _Littelton_ has the original, for which he paid only 26 Guineas. Dr. _Trusler_, in his explanation of this plate, is of opinion, that some incestuous commerce among the performers is intimated by the names of _Oedipus_ and _Jocasta_ appearing above the heads of two figures among the theatrical lumber at the top of the barn. But surely there is no cause for so gross a supposition. Painted prodigies of this description were necessary to the performance of _Lee's Oedipus_. See Act II. where the following stage direction occurs; "The cloud draws, that veiled the heads of the figures in the sky, and shews them crowned, with the names of _Oedipus_ and _Jocasta_ written above, in great characters of gold." The magazine of dragons, clouds, scenes, flags, &c. or the woman half naked, was sufficient to attract the notice of the rustick peeping through the thatch he might be employed to repair. Neither is the position of the figures at all favourable to the Doctor's conceit. Incest was also too shocking an idea to have intruded itself among the comic circumstances that form the present representation. When this plate was retouched a second time, a variety of little changes were made in it. In the two earliest impressions the actress who personates _Flora_, is greasing her hair with a tallow candle, and preparing to powder herself, after her cap, feathers, &c. were put on. This solecism in the regular course of dress is removed in the third copy, the cap and ornaments being there omitted. The coiffure of the female who holds the cat, is also lowered; and whereas at first we could read in the play-bill depending from the truckle-bed, that the part of _Jupiter_ was to be performed by Mr. _Bilk-village_, an additional shade in the modern copy renders this part of the inscription illegible. Several holes likewise in the thatch of the barn are filled up; and the whole plate has lost somewhat of its clearness. The same censure is due to the reparations of the _Harlot's_ and _Rake's Progresses_. Had _Hogarth_ lived, he would also have gradually destroyed much of that history of dress, &c. for which his designs have been justly praised by Mr. _Walpole_. In the first and last scenes of the _Rake's Progress_, he began to adorn the heads of his females in the fashion prevalent at the time he retraced the plates. In short, the collector, who contents himself with the later impressions of his work, will not consult our artist's reputation. Those who wish to be acquainted with the whole extent of his powers, should assemble the first copies, together with all the varieties of his capital works. [1] I know not why this print should have received its title only from its female agents. Not to dwell on the _Jupiter_ pointing with _Cupid's_ bow to a pair of stockings, whoever will examine the linen[A] of the weeping figure receiving a dram-glass from the _Syren_, and look for the object that attracts her regard, may discover an indication that the other sex has also a representative in this theatrical parliament. [A] Non sic præcipiti carbasa tensa noto. * * * * * 1739. 1. Several children of _The Foundling Hospital_; the boys with mathematical instruments; the girls with spinning wheels. Over the door of the house they come out of, are the King's-arms. A porter is bringing in a child, followed by Capt. _Coram_, whose benevolent countenance[1] is directed towards a kneeling woman. On the right hand is a view of a church; near it a woman lifting a child from the ground; at a little distance another infant exposed near a river. In the back of the picture, a prospect of ships sailing. _W. Hogarth inv. F. Morellon la Cave sculp. London._ This is prefixed to an engraved Power of Attorney, from the trustees of _The Foundling Hospital_, to those gentlemen who were appointed to receive subscriptions towards the building, &c. The whole together is printed on a half sheet. [1] See p. 261. * * * * * 1741. 1. The Enraged Musician, _Designed, engraved, and published by W. Hogarth._ "Mr. _John Festin_,[1] the first hautboy and _German_ flute of his time, had numerous scholars, to each of whom he devoted an hour every day. At nine in the morning he attended Mr. _Spencer_, grandfather to the earl of that name. If he happened to be out of town on any day, he devoted that hour to another. One morning at that hour he waited on Mr. _V----n_, afterwards Lord _V----n_. He was not up. Mr. _Festin_ went into his chamber, and opening the shutter of a window, sat down in it. The figure with the hautboy was playing under the window. A man, with a barrow full of onions, came up to the player, and sat on the edge of his barrow, and said to the man, 'if you will play the _Black Joke_, I will give you this onion.' The man played it. When he had so done, the man again desired him to play some other tune, and then he would give him another onion. 'This,' said _Festin_ to me, 'highly angered me; I cried out, Z----ds, sir, stop here. This fellow is ridiculing my profession: he is playing on the hautboy for onions.' Being intimate with Mr. _Hogarth_, he mentioned the circumstance to him; which, as he said, was the origin of 'The enraged Musician.' The fact may be depended upon. Mr. _Festin_[2] was himself the Enraged Performer." The story is here told just as he related it to a clergyman, in whose words the reader now receives it. Of this print[3] it has been quaintly said, that it deafens one to look at it. Mr. _Walpole_ is of opinion that it "tends to farce." _Rouquet_ says of it, "Le Musicien est un _Italien_ que les cris de _Londres_ font enrager." The wretched figure playing on a hautbois, was at that time well known about the streets. For variations, see the horse's head, originally white, but now black.--Sleeve of the child with a rattle, at first smaller, as well as of a lighter hue--the milk-woman's face, cloak, &c. boy's dragg, cutler's hatchet, dog, &c. &c. more darkened than in the first impressions. These, however, can scarcely be termed varieties, as they were occasioned only by retouching the plate, and adding a few shadows. _Hogarth_, however, made several alterations and additions in this plate when it appeared to be finished. He changed in some measure all the countenances, and indeed the entire head and limbs of the chimney-sweeper, who had originally a grenadier's cap on. Miss had also a _Doll_, significantly placed under the trap composed of bricks, near which some sprigs from a tree are set in the ground, the whole contrivance being designed by some boy for the purpose of taking birds; but when occupied by Miss's Play-thing, became emblematic of the art of catching men. What relates, however, to this young lady from a boarding-school, was gross enough without such an amplification. The play-bill, sow-gelder, cats, dragg, &c. were not introduced, nor the pewterer's advertisement, nor the steeple in which the ringers are supposed. It is remarkable that the dustman was without a nose. The proofs of the plate in this condition are scarce. I have seen only one of them.[4] Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original sketch. [1] "Mr. _Festin_ has not been dead ten years. He was brother to the _Festin_ who led the band at _Ranelagh_." [2] In the second edition of these anecdotes, I had said "the musician was undoubtedly _Castrucci_;" though one gentleman assured me it was _Veracini_. The error is here acknowledged, to shew the danger of receiving information upon trust. In the first edition, I had fallen into a less pardonable mistake, by supposing it was _Cervetto_, whom I described to be then lately dead. But "_Hogarth's_ musician," as a friend on that occasion suggested to me, "is represented with a violin; whereas _Cervetto's_ instrument was the violoncello; but, however that may be, he is now certainly living. He lodges at _Friburg's_ snuff-shop, in _The Haymarket_, and may be seen every day at _The Orange Coffeehouse_, although he completed his 101st. year in _November_ 1781." This extraordinary character in the musical world came to _England_ in the hard frost, and was then an old man. He soon after was engaged to play the bass at _Drury-lane_ theatre, and continued in that employment till a season or two previous to Mr. _Garrick's_ retiring from the stage. He died _June_ 14, 1783, in his 103d year. One evening when Mr. _Garrick_ was performing the character of Sir _John Brute_, during the drunkard's muttering and dosing till he falls fast asleep in the chair (the audience being most profoundly silent and attentive to this admirable performer), _Cervetto_ (in the orchestra) uttered a very loud and immoderately-lengthened yawn! The moment _Garrick_ was off the stage, he sent for the musician, and with considerable warmth reprimanded him for so ill-timed a symptom of somnnolency, when the modern _Naso_, with great address, reconciled _Garrick_ to him in a trice, by saying, with a shrug, "I beg ten tousand pardon! but I alvays do so ven I am _ver much please_!" Mr. _Cervetto_ was distinguished among his friends in the galleries by the name of _Nosey_. See _Gentleman's Magazine_, 1783, p. 95. [3] _London Daily Post, November_ 24, 1740. "Shortly will be published, a new print called _The Provoked Musician_, designed and engraved by Mr _William Hogarth_; being a companion to a print representing a _Distressed Poet_, published some time since. To which will be added, a _Third on Painting_, which will compleat the set; but as this subject may turn upon an affair depending between the right honourable the L--d _M---r_ and the author, it may be retarded for some time." Query to what affair does _Hogarth_ allude? _Humphrey Parsons_ was then Lord Mayor. [4] In the collection of Mr. _Crickitt_. * * * * * 1742. 1. _Martin Folks_, Esq. half length. _W. Hogarth pinxit & sculpsit_. An engraving. To some impressions of this print, which are not proofs, the name of _Hogarth_ is wanting. 2. The same, half length mezzotinto. _W. Hogarth pinx._ 1741; _J. Faber fecit._ 1742. The original of both is now in the meeting-room of the Royal Society, in _Somerset Place_. 3. Charmers of the Age.[1] "_A sketch. No name._" It was intended to ridicule Mons. _Desnoyer_[2] and Signora _Barberini_, the two best dancers that ever appeared in _London_. This plate exhibits the internal prospect of a theatre. The openings between the side scenes are crowded with applauding spectators. The two performers are capering very high. A sun over head (I suppose the emblem of public favour) is darting down its rays upon them. The representatives of Tragedy and Comedy are candle-holders on the occasion. Underneath is the following inscription: "The prick'd lines show the rising height." There are also a few letters of direction, so situated as to convey no very decent innuendo. The whole is but a hasty outline, executed, however, with spirit, and bitten uncommonly deep by the aqua fortis. I ascribe it to _Hogarth_ without hesitation. Of this print there is a copy by _Livesay_. All the three pieces of our artist that satirize the stage, &c. are peculiarly scarce. We may suppose them, therefore, to have been suppressed by the influence of the managers for the time being, who were not, like our present ones, become callous through the incessant attacks of diurnal criticks in the news-papers. [1] _Hogarth_ designed to have published this print, with some explanation at the bottom of it in 1741-2.--See the inscription almost effaced, a circumstance to which the copier did not attend. [2] I learn from _The Grub-street Journal_ for _October_ 17, 1734, that Monsieur _Desnoyer_ was just arrived from _Poland_, together with Mademoiselle _Roland_ from _Paris_ (this lady is still alive). Again, from the same paper, _August_ 19, 1756, that "Monsieur _Desnoyer_, the famous dancer at _Drury-lane_, is gone to _Paris_, by order of Mr. _Fleetwood_, to engage Mademoiselle _Sallee_ for the ensuing winter." In some future expedition, we may suppose, he prevailed on Signora _Barberini_ to come over for the same purpose. 4. Taste in High Life. A beau, a fashionable old lady, a young lady, a black boy, and a monkey. Painted by Mr. _Hogarth_. It was sold by Mr. _Jarvis_, in _Bedford-street, Covent-Garden. Published May 24th, [no year]._ The original picture is in the possession of Mr. _Birch_, surgeon, _Essex-street_, in _The Strand_. It displays (as we learn from an inscription on the pedestal under a _Venus_ dressed in a hoop-petticoat) the reigning modes of the year 1742. It was painted for the opulent Miss _Edwards_, who paid our artist sixty guineas for it. Her reason for choosing such a subject was rather whimsical. By her own singularities having incurred some ridicule, she was desirous, by the assistance of _Hogarth_, to recriminate on the publick. As he designed after her ideas, he had little kindness for his performance, and never would permit a print to be taken from it. The present one was from a drawing made by connivance of her servants. The original was purchased by the father of its present owner, at her sale at _Kensington_. The figure of the beau holding the china-saucer is said to have been that of Lord _Portmore_, dressed as he first appeared at court after his return from _France_. The young female was designed for a celebrated courtezan, who was the _Kitty Fisher_ of her time. Her familiarity with the black boy alludes to a similar weakness in a noble duchess, who educated two brats of the same colour. One of them afterwards robbed her, and the other was guilty of some offence equally unpardonable. The pictures with which the room is adorned, contain many strokes of temporary satire. See the _Venus_ with stays, a hoop, and high-heel'd shoes; _Cupid_ burning all these parts of dress, together with a modish wig, &c.; a second _Cupid_ paring down a plump lady to the fashionable standard; and [in a framed picture classed with a number of insects] the figure of _Desnoyer_ the dancing-master in a grand ballet. The ridicule on the folly of collecting old china, &c. &c. are alike circumstances happily introduced, and explanatory of the fashions then in vogue. The colouring is better than that in most of _Hogarth's_ pictures. The plate is now the property of Mr. _Sayer_. * * * * * 1743. 1. _Benjamin Hoadly_, bishop of _Winchester. W. Hogarth pinx. B. Baron sculp._ The plate belongs to Mrs. _Hoadly_. 2. Captain _Thomas Coram_, who obtained the charter[1] for _The Foundling Hospital_. Mezzotinto; a three-quarters. The first print published by _M'Ardell_. The original is a whole length. The captain has the seal of the charter in his hand. Before him is a globe; at a distance a prospect of the sea. This is perhaps the best of all _Hogarth's_ portraits, and is thus described in the _Scandalizade_, a satire published about 1749. "Lo! old Captain _Coram_,[2] so round in the face, And a pair of good chaps plump'd up in good case, His amiable locks hanging grey on each side To his double-breast coat o'er his shoulders so wide," &c. [1] In which the name of _William Hogarth_ stands enrolled as one of the earliest governors of the charity. [2] Mr. _Coram_ was bred to the sea, and spent the first part of his life as master of a vessel trading to our colonies. While he resided in that part of the metropolis which is the common residence of seafaring people, business often obliging him to come early into the city and return late; he had frequent occasions of seeing young children exposed, through the indigence or cruelty of their parents. This excited his compassion so far, that he projected _The Foundling Hospital_; in which humane design he laboured 17 years, and at last, by his sole application, obtained the royal charter for it.[A] He died at his lodgings near _Leicester-Square, March_ 29, 1751, in his 84th year: and was interred under the chapel of the _Foundling Hospital_, where the following inscription perpetuates his memory: "Captain THOMAS CORAM, whose Name will never want a Monument so long as this Hospital shall subsist, was born about the year 1668; a Man eminent in that most eminent Virtue, the Love of Mankind; little attentive to his private Fortune, and refusing many Opportunities of encreasing it, his Time and Thoughts were continually employed in endeavours to promote the public Happiness, both in this Kingdom and elsewhere, particularly in the Colonies of North America; and his Endeavours were many Times crowned with the desired Success. His unwearied Solicitation, for above Seventeen Years together, (which would have battled the Patience and Industry of any Man less zealous in doing Good) and his Application to Persons of Distinction of both Sexes, obtained at Length the Charter of the Incorporation (bearing Date the 17th of _October_, 1739) FOR THE MAINTENANCE AND EDUCATION OF EXPOSED AND DESERTED YOUNG CHILDREN, by which many Thousands of Lives may be preserved to the Public, and employed in a frugal and honest Course of Industry. He died the 29th of _March_, 1731, in the 84th Year of his Age, poor in worldly Estate, rich in good Works; was buried, at his own Desire, in the Vault underneath this Chapel; (the first here deposited) at the East End thereof; many of the Governors and other Gentlemen attending the Funeral, to do Honour to his Memory. Reader, thy Actions will shew whether thou art sincere in the Praises thou may'st bestow on him; and if thou hast Virtue enough to commend his Virtues, forget not to add also the Imitation of them." [A] For his other charitable projects, see Biog. Dict. 1784, vol. IV. p. 120. 3. The same engraving, for the _London Magazine_. 4. Characters and Caricaturas, "_to show that Leonardo da Vinci exaggerated the latter._" The subscription-ticket to Marriage à la Mode. * * * * * 1745. 1. Marriage à la Mode.[1] Six plates. In 1746 was published, "Marriage à la Mode: an Humourous Tale, in Six Canto's, in Hudibrastic Verse; being an Explanation of the Six Prints lately published by the ingenious Mr. _Hogarth. London_: printed for _Weaver Bickerton_, in _Temple-Exchange Passage_, in _Fleet-Street_, 1746. Price One Shilling." Of this pamphlet it will be sufficient to extract the Preface and the arguments of the several Canto's; the poem itself (if such it may be called) being extended to the length of 59 pages. "The prints of Marriage à la Mode, being the latest production of that celebrated Artist who had before obliged the town with several entertaining pieces, have, ever since their publication, been very justly admired; the particular vein of humour, that runs through the whole of his works, is more especially preserved in this. "If the Comic Poet who draws the characters of the age he lives in, by keeping strictly up to their manners in their speeches and expressions; if satirizing vice and encouraging virtue in dialogue, to render it familiar, is always reckoned amongst the liberal arts; and the authors, when dead, dignified with busts and monuments sacred to their memory; sure the master of the pencil, whose traits carry, not only a lively image of the persons and manners, but whose happy genius has found the secret of so disposing the several parts, as to convey a pleasing and instructive moral through the history he represents, may claim a rank in the foremost class, and acquire, if the term is allowable, the appellation of the Dramatic Painter. "The Modish Husband, incapable of relishing the pleasures of true happiness, is here depicted in his full swing of vice, 'till his mistaken conduct drives his wife to be false to his bed, and brings him to a wretched end; killed in revenging the loss of that virtue which he would never cherish. The Lady is equally represented as a true copy of all the fine ladies of the age, who, by indulging their passions, run into all those extravagances, that at last occasion a shameful exit. If the gentlemen of the long robe, who ought to know the consequences, are guilty of committing such a breach of hospitality as is here described, they are properly reprimanded: the penurious Alderman, and the profligate old Nobleman, are a fine contrast; the Quack Doctor, the _Italian_ Singer, &c. are proofs of the Inventor's judgement and distinction, both in high and low life. "Though these images are pleasing to the eye, yet many have complained that they wanted a proper explanation, which we hope will plead an excuse for publication of the following Canto's, as the desire to render these pieces more extensive may atone for the many faults contained in this poem, for which the _Hudibrastic_ style was thought most proper." THE ARGUMENTS. CANTO I. "The joys and plagues that wedlock brings, The Limner paints, the Poet sings; How the old dads weigh either scale, And set their children up to sale; How, void of thought, the Viscount weds The nymph, who such a marriage dreads; And, whilst himself the Fop admires, _M----y_ with love her soul inspires." CANTO II. "The wedding o'er, the ill-match'd pair Are left at large, their fate to share; All public places he frequents, Whilst she her own delight invents; And, full of love, bewails her doom, When drunk i'th' morning he comes home; The pious stew'rd, in great surprize, Runs from them with uplifted eyes." CANTO III. "My Lord now keeps a common Miss, Th' effects describ'd of amorous bliss, Venereal taints infect their veins, And fill them full of aches and pains; Which to an old _French_ Doctor drives 'em, Who with his pill, a grand p--x gives 'em; A scene of vengeance next ensues, With which the Muse her tale pursues." CANTO IV. "Fresh honours on the Lady wait, A Countess now she shines in state; The toilette is at large display'd, Where whilst the morning concert's play'd, She listens to her lover's call, Who courts her to the midnight-ball." CANTO V. "The dismal consequence behold, Of wedding girls of _London_ mould; The Husband is depriv'd of life, In striving to detect his Wife; The Lawyer naked, in surprize, Out of the Bagnio window flies: Whilst Madam, leaping from the bed, Doth on her knee for pardon plead." CANTO VI. "The Lawyer meets his just reward, Nor from the triple tree is spar'd; The Father takes my Lady home, Where, when she hears her Lover's doom, To desperate attempts she flies, And with a dose of poison dies." In these plates only a single variation is detected. In the very first impressions of the second of them (perhaps a few only were taken off) a lock of hair on the forehead of the lady is wanting. It was added by our artist, after _Baron_ had finished the plate. In the early copies he inserted it with _Indian_ ink. A passage in the _Analysis_[2] will perhaps account for this supplemental ornament: "A lock of hair falling cross the temples, and by that means breaking the regularity of the oval, has an effect too alluring to be strictly decent." The room represented in this plate is adorned with a _melange_ of pictures on wanton and devotional subjects. Mr. _Walpole_ has remarked, that the works of _Hogarth_ have little obscurity. This position is true in general, though _Marriage à la Mode_ may supply an exception to it; no two persons, perhaps, having hitherto agreed in their explanation of Plate the third.[3] When this set of plates was to be engraved, _Ravenet_, a young artist, then just coming into employ, was recommended to Mr. _Hogarth_; and a hard bargain was made. _Ravenet_ went through two of the plates, but the price proved far inadequate to the labour. He remonstrated, but could obtain no augmentation. When the _Sigismunda_ was to be engraved, Mr. _Ravenet_ was in a different sphere of life. The painter, with many compliments, solicited his assistance as an engraver, but _Ravenet_ indignantly declined the connexion. In the fourth of these plates[4] are the following portraits: Mrs. _Lane_ (afterwards Lady _Bingley_) adoring _Carestini_; her husband _Fox Lane_ asleep. _Rouquet_ only calls him "Un gentilhomme campagnard, fatigué d'une course après quelque renard ou quelque cerf, s'endort." This idea seems to be countenanced by the whip in his hand. The same explainer adds, speaking of the two next figures, "Ici on voit en papillotes un de ces personages qui passent toute leur vie à tâcher de plaire sans y reüssir; la, un eventail au poing, on reconnoît un de ces hérétiques en amour, un sectateur d'_Anacreon_." The former of these has been supposed to represent Monsieur _Michel_, the _Prussian_ ambassador. _Weideman_ is playing on the _German_ flute.--The pictures in the room are properly suited to the bed-chamber of a profligate pair--_Jupiter_ and _Io, Lot_ with his Daughters, _Ganymede_ and the Eagle, and the Young Lawyer who debauches the Countess. The child's coral, hanging from the back of the chair she sits in, serves to shew she was already a mother; a circumstance that renders her conduct still more unpardonable. Some of her new-made purchases, exposed on the floor, bear witness to the warmth of her inclinations. These will soon be gratified at the fatal masquerade, for which her paramour is offering her a ticket. The pompous picture on the right hand of the window in the nobleman's apartment, Plate I. also deserves attention. It appears to be designed as a ridicule on the unmeaning flutter of _French_ portraits, some of which (particularly those of _Louis_ XIV.) are painted in a style of extravagance equal at least to the present parody by _Hogarth_. This ancestor of our peer is invested with several foreign orders. At the top of one corner of the canvas, are two winds blowing across each other, while the hero's drapery is flying quite contrary directions. A comet is likewise streaming over his head. In his hand he grasps the lightning of _Jove_, and reposes on a cannon going off, whose ball is absurdly rendered an object of sight. A smile, compounded of self-complacency and pertness, is the characteristic of his face. On the cieling of this magnificent saloon is a representation of _Pharaoh_ and his Host drowned in the Red Sea. The pictures underneath are not on the most captivating subjects--_David_ killing _Goliath--Prometheus_ and the Vulture--the Murder of the _Innocents--Judith_ and _Holofernes_--St. _Sebastian_ shot full of Arrows--_Cain_ destroying _Abel_--and St. _Laurence_ on the Gridiron. Among such little circumstances in this plate as might escape the notice of a careless spectator, is the Thief in the Candle, emblematic of the mortgage on his Lordship's estate. When engravings on a contracted scale are made from large pictures, a few parts of them will unavoidably become so small, as almost to want distinctness. It has fared thus with a number of figures that appear before the unfinished edifice,[5] seen through a window in the first plate of this work. _Hogarth_ designed them for the lazy vermin of his Lordship's hall, who, having nothing to do, are sitting on the blocks of stone, or staring at the building;[6] for thus _Rouquet_ has described them, "Une troupe de lacquais oisifs, qui sont dans le cour de ce batiment, acheve de caracteriser le faste ruineux qui environne le comte." The same illustrator properly calls the _Citizen_ Echevin (i. e. sheriff) of _London_, on account of the chain he wears. Plate II. From the late Dr. _Ducarel_ I received the following anecdote; but there must be some mistake in it, as _Herring_ was not archbishop till several years after the designs for _Marriage à la Mode_ were made. "_Edward Swallow_, butler to Archbishop _Herring_, had an annuity of ten pounds given to him in his Grace's will. For the honesty and simplicity of his physiognomy, this old faithful servant was so remarkable, that _Hogarth_, wanting such a figure in _Marriage à la Mode_, accompanied the late dean of _Sarum_, Dr. _Thomas Greene_, on a public day, to _Lambeth_, on purpose to catch the likeness. As they were coming away, he whispered, 'I have him!' And he may now be seen to the life preserved in the old steward, in Plate II. with his hands held up, &c." In Plate V. the back ground, which is laboured with uncommon delicacy (a circumstance that will be remarked by few except artists), was the work of Mr. _Ravenet's_ wife. _Solomon's_ wise judgement is represented on the tapestry. When _Ravenet's_ two plates were finished, _Hogarth_ wanted much to retouch the faces,[7] and many disputes happened between him and the engraver on this subject. The first impressions, however, escaped without correction. Those who possess both copies, may discover evident marks of _Hogarth's_ hand in the second. See particularly the countenance of the dying nobleman, which is fairly ploughed up by his heavier burin. I have been told that our artist took the portrait of the female, who is so placed, that the legs of a figure in the tapestry supply the want of her own, from a coarse picture of a woman called _Moll Flanders_. Plate the sixth of this set, affords _Rouquet_ an opportunity of illustrating the following remark, which he had made at the outset of his undertaking: "Ce qu'un _Anglois_ lit, pour ainsi dire, en jettant les yeux sur ces estampes, va exiger de vous la lecture de plusieurs pages." Speaking of our citizen's parsimony, says he--"Voyez-vous ces pipes conservées dans le coin d'un armoire? Vous ne devineriez pas, vous qui n'êtes pas jamais venu en _Angleterre_, qu'elles sont aussi une marque d'economie; mais il faut vous dire que les pipes sont si communes ici, qu'on ne fume jamais deux fois dans la même. La païsan, l'artizan le plus vil prend une pipe gratis dans le premier cabaret où il arrête: il continue son chemin en achevant de la fumer, et la jette à ses pieds." As _Rouquet_ observes, "Ce qui sert à garnir cet apartement ne contribue pas à l'orner. Tout y indique une économie basse." The scarcity of the real dinner--the picture exhibiting plenty of provision--the starved dog--the departing physician--the infected and ricketty condition of the child who is brought to take a last kiss of its dying mother--are circumstances too striking to be overlooked. _The Daily Advertiser_ of 1750 affords the following illustration of our artist's history: "Mr. _Hogarth_ proposes to publish by subscription two large prints, one representing _Moses_ brought to _Pharaoh's_ daughter; the other _Paul_ before _Felix_; engraved after the pictures of his painting which are now hung up in _The Foundling Hospital_ and _Lincoln's-Inn Hall_. Five Shillings to be paid at the time of subscribing, and Five Shillings more on the delivery of the print. On the first payment a receipt will be given, which receipt will contain a new print (in the true _Dutch_ taste) of _Paul_ before _Felix_. Note, The above two prints will be Seven Shillings and Six Pence each after the subscription is over; and the receipt-print will not be sold at a less price than One Guinea each. Subscriptions are taken in till the 6th of _June_ next, and no longer, at _The Golden-Head_ in _Leicester-Fields_, where the drawings may be seen; as likewise the author's six pictures of _Marriage-à-la-Mode_, which are to be disposed of in the following manner: That every bidder sign a note with the sum he intends to give. That such note be deposited in the drawer of a cabinet, which cabinet shall be constantly kept locked by the said _William Hogarth_; and in the cabinet, through a glass door, the sums bid will be seen on the face of the drawer, but the names of the bidders may be concealed till the time of bidding shall be expired. That each bidder may, by a fresh note, advance a further sum if he is outbid, of which notice shall be sent him. That the sum so advanced shall not be less than Three Guineas. That the time of bidding shall continue till twelve o'clock the 6th of _June_ next, and no longer. That no dealer in pictures will be admitted a bidder. "As (according to the standard of judgement, so righteously and laudably established by picture-dealers, picture-cleaners, picture-frame-makers, and other connoisseurs) the works of a painter are to be esteemed more or less valuable as they are more or less scarce, and as the living painter is most of all affected by the inferences resulting from this and other considerations equally uncandid and edifying; Mr. _Hogarth_, by way of precaution, not puff, begs leave to urge, that, probably, this will be the last suit or series of pictures he may ever exhibit, because of the difficulty of vending such a number at once to any tolerable advantage, and that the whole number he has already exhibited of the historical or humourous kind does not exceed fifty, of which the three sets called _The Harlot's Progress, The Rake's Progress,_ and that now to be sold, make twenty; so that whoever has a taste of his own to rely on, not too squeamish for the production of a Modern, and courage enough to own it, by daring to give them a place in his collection (till Time, the supposed finisher, but real designer of paintings, has rendered them fit for those more sacred repositories where Schools, Names, Heads, Masters, &c. attain their last stage of preferment), may from hence be convinced that multiplicity at least of his (Mr. _Hogarth's_) pieces will be no diminution of their value." Mr. _Lane_, of _Hillingdon_ near _Uxbridge_, bought the six original pictures for 120 guineas, at _Hogarth's_ auction.[8] [1] _London Daily Post, April_ 7, 1743. "Mr. _Hogarth_ intends to publish by subscription Six Prints from copper plates, engraved by the best masters in _Paris_, after his own paintings (the heads, for the better preservation of the characters and expressions, to be done by the author), representing a variety of modern occurrences in high life, and called _Marriage a-la-mode_. "Particular care is taken that the whole work shall not be liable to exception on account of any _indecency_ or _inelegancy_, and that none of the characters represented shall be _personal_. The subscription will be one guinea; half, &c." [2] See p. 325. [3] In the third plate of this work, the figure of the female unclasping a penknife, is said to have been designed for the once celebrated _Betty Careless_. This remark is supposed to be countenanced by the initials E. C. on her bosom. From being in a state to receive company, this woman had been long reduced to show it, and, after repeated confinements in various prisons, was buried from the poor's house of St. _Paul, Covent Garden, April_ 22, 1752, about seven years after this set of prints had been published. Such a representation of her decline from beauty, as may be given in the plate before us, is justified by various passages in _Loveling's_ poems, _Latin_ and _English_, written about the year 1738, and published in 1741. Thus in his ode, "Ad _Sextum_," _Carlesis_ turpis macies decentem Occupat vultum---- Again more amply in his Elegiac Epistle, "Ad _Henricum_:" Nympha _Coventini_ quæ gloria sulferat Horti, Cui vix vidisset _Druria_ vestra parem, Exul, inops, liquit proprios miseranda Penates, Fortunæ extremas sustinuitque vices, Nunc trahit infaustam tenebroso in carcere vitam, Et levat insolito mollia membra toro. _Carlesis_, ah! quantum, quantum mutaris ab illâ, _Carlese_, quæ _Veneris_ maxima cura fuit! Æde tua risêre olim Charitesque Jocique, Hic fuerant _Paphiæ_ currus & arma Deæ; Arsèrunt Cives, arsit _Judæus Apella_, Et te Bellorum deperiêre chori. Jam sordes, pallensque genas, & flaccida mammas, Non oculi, quondam qui micuere, micant. Heu! ubi formosæ referentes lilia malæ! Labra ubi purpureis quæ rubuére rosis! Te puer _Idalius_, te fastiditque juventus Tam marcescentem, dissimilemque tui. Siccine tam fidam curas _Erycina_ ministram? Hæccine militiæ praemia digna tuæ? O _Venus!_ ô nimium, nimiumque oblita tuarum! _Carlesis_ an meruit sortis acerba pati? Quæ posthàc arisve tuis imponet honorem, Ardebit posthàc vel tua castra sequi? Omnigenas æquo circumspice lumine mœchas Quas tua pellicibus _Druria_ dives alit, Quæ cellas habitant, vicos peditesve peragrant, Aut quæ _Wappinios_ incoluêre lares; Invenienda fuit nusquam lascivior, artus Mobilior, sacris vel magis apta tuis. _Carlesis_ ah nostris & flenda & fleta Camœnis! Accedat vestris nulla medela malis? Te vereor miseram fortuna tenaciter anget, Nec veniet rebus mollior aura tuis. Again in his Ode, "Ad _Carolum B......._" -----------------relinquent _Carlesis_ quondam miseræ Penates _Douglasa & Johnson_, duo pervicacis Fulmina linguæ. Again in a "Copy of Verses on _Betty Close's_ coming to Town, &c." _Roberts_ will curse all whores-- From worn-out _Careless_ to fair _Kitty Walker_. Again in an Ode intituled "Meretrices _Britannicæ_." Alma scortorum _Druriæque_ custos Orta _Neptuno!_ tibi cura pulchræ; _Carlesis_ satis data, tu secundà _Carlesis_ regnes. These lines will serve to enforce the moral of _The Harlot's Progress_, while they aim at the illustration of a single circumstance in _Marriage à la Mode_; where if this female is introduced at all, it seems to be in the character of an opulent procuress, either threatening the peer for having diseased her favourite girl, or preparing to revenge herself on the quack whose medicines had failed to eradicate his lordship's disorder. That heroine must have been notorious, who could at once engage the pencil of _Hogarth_ and the pens of _Loveling_ and _Fielding_, who in the sixth chapter of the first book of _Amelia_ has the following story: "I happened in my youth to sit behind two ladies in a side-box at a play, where, in the balcony on the opposite side was placed the inimitable _Betty Careless_, in company with a young fellow of no very formal, or indeed sober, appearance. One of the ladies, I remember, said to the other--'Did you ever see any thing look so modest and so innocent as that girl over the way? What pity it is such a creature should be in the way of ruin, as I am afraid she is, by her being alone with that young fellow!' Now this lady was no bad physiognomist; for it was impossible to conceive a greater appearance of modesty, innocence, and simplicity, than what nature had displayed in the countenance of that girl; and yet, all appearances notwithstanding, I myself (remember, critic, it was in my youth) had a few mornings before seen that very identical picture of those engaging qualities in bed with a rake at a bagnio, smoaking tobacco, drinking punch, talking obscenity, and swearing and cursing with all the impudence and impiety of the lowest and most abandoned trull of a soldier." We may add, that one of the mad-men in the last plate of _The Rake's Progress_ has likewise written "charming _Betty Careless"_ on the rail of the stairs, and wears her portrait round his neck. Perhaps between the publication of _The Rake's Progress_ and _Marriage à la Mode_, she sunk from a wanton into a bawd. Mrs. _Heywood's Betsey Thoughtless_ was at first entitled _Betsey Careless_, but the name was afterwards changed for obvious reasons. _The London Daily Post, Nov._ 28, 1735, contains the following advertisement from this notorious female: "Mrs. _Careless_, from the _Piazza_ in _Covent-Garden_, not being able to make an end of her affairs so soon as she expected, intends on _Monday_ next to open a coffee-house in _Prujean's-Court_, in _The Old Bailey_, where she hopes her friends will favour her with their company, notwithstanding the ill situation of the place; since her misfortunes oblige her still to remain there. "N. B. It is the uppermost house in the court, and coaches and chairs may come up to the door." Again in _The London Daily Post, Oct._ 21, 1741, Mrs. _Careless_ advertises _The Beggar's Opera_, at the theatre in _James-Street, Haymarket_, for her benefit, _Oct._ 27. At the bottom of the advertisement she says, "Mrs. _Careless_ takes this benefit because she finds a small pressing occasion for one: and as she has the happiness of knowing she has a great many friends, hopes not to find an instance to the contrary by their being absent the above-mentioned evening; and as it would be entirely inconvenient, and consequently disagreeable, if they should, she ventures to believe they won't fail to let her have the honour of their company." In the bill of the day she says--"N. B. Mrs. _Careless_ hopes her friends will favour her according to their promise, to relieve her from terrible fits of the vapours proceeding from bad dreams, though the comfort is they generally go by the contraries. "Tickets to be had at Mrs. _Careless's_ Coffee-house, the _Playhouse-Passage, Bridges-Street_." Would the public, at this period of refinement, have patiently endured the familiar address of such a shameless, superannuated, advertising strumpet? The reader will perhaps smile, when, after so much grave ratiocination, and this long deduction of particulars, he is informed that the letters are not E. C. but F. C. the initials of _Fanny Cock_, daughter to the celebrated auctioneer of that name, with whom our artist had had some casual disagreement. The following, somewhat different, explanation has also been communicated to me by _Charles Rogers_, esq. who says it came from _Sullivan_, one of _Hogarth's_ engravers: "The nobleman threatens to cane a quack-doctor for having given pills which proved ineffectual in curing a girl he had debauched; and brings with him a woman, from whom he alledges he caught the infection; at which she, in a rage, is preparing to stab him with her clasp knife. This wretch is one of the lowest class, as is manifest by the letters of her name marked with gunpowder on her breast. She, however, is brought to the _French_ barber-surgeon for his examination and inspection, and for which purpose he is wiping his spectacles with his coarse muckender." The explanation given by _Rouquet_, however, ought not to be suppressed, as in all probability he received it from _Hogarth_. "Il falloit indiquer la mauvaise conduite du héros de la piece. L'auteur pour cet effet l'introduit dans l'appartement d'un empirique, où il ne peut guères se trouver qu'en consequence de ses débauches; il fait en même tems rencontrer chez cet empirique une de ces femmes qui perdues depuis long-tems, font enfin leur métier de la perte des autres. Il suppose un démêlé entre cette femme et son héros, dont le sujet paroît être la mauvaise santé d'un petite fille, du commerce de laquelle il ne s'est pas bien trouvé. La petite fille au reste fait ici contraste par son âge, sa timidité, sa douceur, avec le caractère de l'autre femme, qui paroît un composé de rage, de fureur, et de tous les crimes qui accompagnent d'ordinaire les dernières débauches chez celles de son sexe. "L'empirique et son appartement sont des objets entièrement épisodiques. Quoique jadis barbier,[A] il est aujourdhui, si l'on en juge par l'etalage, non seulment chirurgien, mais naturaliste, chimiste, mechanicien, medecin, apoticaire; et vous remarquerez qu'il est _François_ pour comble de ridicule. L'auteur pour achever de le caracteriser suivant son idée, lui fait inventer des machines extrèmement composées pour les opérations les plus simples, comme celles de remettre un membre disloqué, ou de déboucher une bouteille. "Je ne deciderai pas si l'auteur est aussi heureux dans le choix des objets de sa satire, quand il les prend parmi nous, que lorsqu'il les choisit parmi ceux de sa nation; mais il me semble qu'il doit mieux connoître ceux-ci; et je crois que cette planche vous en paroîtra un exemple bien marqué. Il tourne ici en ridicule ce que nous avons de moins mauvais; que deviendroit le reste s'il étoit vrai qu'il nous connût assez pour nous depeindre?" [A] This circumstance seems to be implied by the broken comb, the pewter bason, and the horn so placed as to resemble a barber's pole, all which are exhibited either above, or within the glass case, in which the skeleton appears whispering a man who had been exsiccated by some mode of embalming at present unknown. About the time of the publication of this set of prints, a number of bodies thus preserved were discovered in a vault in _Whitechapel_ church.--Our Quack is likewise a virtuoso. An ancient spur, a high-crowned hat, old shoes, &c. together with a model of the gallows, are among his rarities.--On his table is a skull, rendered carious by the disease he is professing to cure.--These two last objects are monitory as well as characteristic. [4] _Scotin_ engraved the first and sixth; _Baron_ the second and third; _Ravenet_ the fourth and fifth. [5] The blunders in architecture in this unfinished nobleman's seat, on the same account, are seen to disadvantage. [6] This edifice seems at a stand for want of money, no workman appearing on the scaffolds, or near them. [7] In his advertisement for this set of plates, he had engaged to engrave all the faces with his own hand. See note 1 above. [8] The account given in a former edition of this volume concerning the sale of the original pictures of _Marriage-à-la-mode_, being somewhat erroneous, I am happy in the present opportunity of acknowledging my obligations to Mr. _Lane_ abovementioned, who has corrected my mistakes by a communication of the following particulars relative to the purchase: "Some time after they had been finished, perhaps six or seven years, during which period Mr. _Hogarth_ had been preparing and publishing prints from them, in the year 1750 he advertised the sale of the originals by a kind of auction not carried on by personal bidding, but by a written ticket on which every one was to put the price he would give, with his name subscribed to it. These papers were to be received by Mr. _Hogarth_ for the space of one month; and the highest bidder, at twelve o'clock on the last day of the month, was to be the purchaser: and none but those who had in writing made their biddings were to be admitted on the day that was to determine the sale. This nouvelle method of proceeding probably disobliged the public; and there seemed to be at that time a combination against poor _Hogarth_, who perhaps, from the extraordinary and frequent approbation of his works, might have imbibed some degree of vanity, which the town in general, friends and foes, seemed resolved to mortify. If this was the case (and to me it is very apparent), they fully effected their design; for on the memorable sixth of _June_ 1750, which was to decide the fate of this capital work, about eleven o'clock Mr. _Lane_, the fortunate purchaser, arrived at the _Golden Head_: when, to his great surprize, expecting (what he had been a witness to in 1745, when _Hogarth_ disposed of many of his pictures) to have found his painting-room full of noble and great personages, he only found the painter and his ingenious friend Dr. _Parsons_, secretary to the Royal Society, talking together, and expecting a number of spectators at least, if not of buyers. Mr. _Hogarth_ then produced the highest bidding, from a gentleman well known, of £120. Nobody coming in, about ten minutes before twelve, by the decisive clock in the room, Mr. _Lane_ told Mr. _Hogarth_ he would make the pounds guineas. The clock then struck twelve, and _Hogarth_ wished Mr. _Lane_ joy of his purchase, hoping it was an agreeable one. Mr. _Lane_ answered, Perfectly so. Now followed a scene of disturbance from _Hogarth's_ friend the Doctor, and, what more affected Mr. _Lane_, a great appearance of disappointment in the painter, and truly with great reason. The Doctor told him, he had hurt himself greatly by fixing the determination of the sale at so early an hour, when the people at that part of the town were hardly up. _Hogarth_, in a tone and manner that could not escape observation, said, Perhaps it may be so! Mr. _Lane_, after a short pause, declared himself to be of the same opinion, adding, that the artist was very poorly rewarded for his labour, and, if he thought it would be of service to him, would give him till three o'clock to find a better purchaser. _Hogarth_ warmly accepted the offer, and expressed his acknowledgements for the kindness in the strongest terms. The proposal likewise received great encomiums from the Doctor, who proposed to make it public. This was peremptorily forbidden by Mr. _Lane_, whose concession in favour of our artist was remembered by him to the time of his death.--About one o'clock, two hours sooner than the time appointed by Mr. _Lane, Hogarth_ said he would no longer trespass on his generosity, but that, if he was pleased with his purchase, he himself was abundantly so with the purchaser. He then desired Mr. _Lane_ to promise that he would not dispose of the pictures without previously acquainting him of his intention, and that he would never permit any person, under pretence of cleaning, to meddle with them, as he always desired to take that office on himself. This promise was readily made by Mr. _Lane_, who has been tempted more than once by _Hogarth_ to part with his bargain at a price to be named by himself. When Mr. _Lane_ bought the pictures, they were in Carlo Marratt frames which cost the painter four guineas apiece." The memory of this occurrence ought always to attend the work which afforded Mr. _Lane_ an opportunity of displaying so much disinterested generosity. Another correspondent begins the same story as follows--A little time before the auction, _Hogarth_ publickly declared, that no picture-dealer should be allowed to bid. He also called on his friends, requesting them not to appear at the sale, as his house was small, and the room might be over crowded. They obeyed his injunctions. Early in this mortifying day he dressed himself, put on his tye-wig, strutted away one hour, and fretted away two more, no bidder appearing, &c. &c. 2. A small print of Archbishop _Herring_, at the head of the speech he made to the clergy of _York, September_ 24, 1745. _William Hogarth pinx. C. Moseley sculp._ 3. The same head cut out of the plate, and printed off without the speech. 4. The Battle of the Pictures. "_Ticket to admit persons to bid for his works at an auction._" On the plate called _The Battle of the Pictures_ is written, "The bearer hereof is entitled (if he thinks proper) to be a bidder for Mr. _Hogarth's_ pictures, which are to be sold on the last day of this month [_February_, 1744-5.]." 5. A festoon, with a mask, a roll of paper, a palette, and a laurel. Subscription ticket for _Garrick_ in _Richard_ the Third. A very faithful copy from this receipt was made by _R. Livesay_, 1781. It is to be sold at Mrs. _Hogarth's_ house in _Leicester-square_. * * * * * 1746. 1. _Simon_ Lord _Lovat.[1] Drawn from the life, and etched in aquafortis by William Hogarth.--Hogarth_ said himself, that Lord _Lovat's_ portrait was taken (at the _White-Hart_, at _St. Alban's_) in the attitude of relating on his fingers the numbers of the rebel forces.--"Such a general had so many men, &c." and remarked, that the muscles of _Lovat's_ neck appeared of unusual strength, more so than he had ever seen. When the painter entered the room, his lordship, being under the barber's hands, received his old friend with a salute, which left much of the lather on his face.--The second impressions are marked, _Price One Shilling_. When _Hogarth_ had finished this plate, a printseller offered its weight in gold for it. The impressions could not be taken off so fast as they were wanted, though the rolling-press was at work all night for a week together. For several weeks afterwards he is said to have received at the rate of 12 _l._ per day. [1] "This powerful laird, it has been observed, was one of the last Chieftains that preserved the rude manners and barbarous authority of the early feudal ages. He resided in a house which would be esteemed but an indifferent one for a very private, plain country gentleman in _England_; as it had, properly, only four rooms on a floor, and those not large. Here, however, he kept a sort of court, and several public tables; and had a numerous body of retainers always attending. His own constant residence, and the place where he received company, even at dinner, was in the very same room where he lodged; and his lady's sole apartment was her bed-room; and the only provision for the lodging of the servants, and retainers, was a quantity of straw, which they spread every night, on the floors of the lower rooms, where the whole inferior part of the family, consisting of a very great number of persons, took up their abode." See Mr. _King's_ observations on ancient Castles, in the _Archæologia_, vol. IV. Sir _William Young_, one of the managers appointed by the Commons of _Great Britain_, for conducting the prosecution against this Nobleman for High Treason, in the year 1745, makes the following observation: "Your Lordships have already done national justice on some of the principal traitors, who appeared in open arms against his Majesty, by the ordinary course of law; but this noble Lord, who, in the whole course of his life, has boasted of his superior cunning in wickedness, and his ability to commit frequent treasons with impunity, vainly imagined that he might possibly be a traitor in private, and rebel only in his heart, by sending his son and his followers to join the Pretender, and remaining at home himself, to endeavour to deceive his Majesty's faithful subjects; hoping _he_ might be rewarded for his son's services, if successful; or his _son_ alone be the sufferer for _his_ offences, if the undertaking failed: diabolical cunning! monstrous impiety!" See _State Trials_, vol. IX. p. 627. 2. Mr. _Garrick_[1] in the character of _Richard_ III. _Painted by Wm. Hogarth; engraved by Wm. Hogarth and C. Grignion._ The late Mr. _Duncombe_, of _Duncombe Park_ in _Yorkshire_, gave 200 _l._ for the original picture, which is now in the possession of his family. The expression of the countenance is happily hit off, but the figure is abundantly too large and muscular. This print was afterwards, by _Hogarth's_ permission, copied for a watch-paper. [1] "Mr. _Garrick_ had several of _Hogarth's_ paintings; and the latter designed for him, as president of the _Shakespeare_ club, a mahogany chair richly carved, on the back of which hangs a medal of the poet carved by _Hogarth_ out of the mulberry-tree planted at _Stratford_ by _Shakespeare_." Anecdotes of Painting, vol. IV. p. 180. edit. 8vo, 1782. 3. A stand of various weapons, bag-pipes, &c. and a pair of scissars cutting out the arms of _Scotland_. A subscription-ticket for the March to _Finchley_; of which the original price was only 7 _s._ 6 _d._ It was to be raised to 10 _s._ 6 _d._ on closing the subscription. The additional three shillings afforded the subscriber a chance for the original picture. * * * * * 1747. 1. Stage-coach. An election procession in the yard. _Designed and engraved by William Hogarth._ In this plate there is a variation. The early impressions have a flag behind the wheel of the coach, inscribed NO OLD BABY, which was the cry used by the opponents of the honourable _John Child Tylney_ (then Viscount _Castlemain_ and now Earl _Tylney_[1]) when he stood member for the county of _Essex_, against Sir _Robert Abdy_ and Mr. _Bramston_. The figure still carries a horn-book, and a rattle in its hands. At the election, a man was placed on a bulk with an _infant_ in his arms, and exclaimed, as he whipt the child, "What, you little _Child_, must you be a member?" The family name was changed from _Child_ to _Tylney_ by an act of parliament in 1735. In this disputed election, it appeared from the register-book of the parish where Lord _Castlemain_ was born, that he was but 20 years of age. Some pains have been taken to ascertain the particular inn-yard in which the scene is laid, but without success, so many of the publick-houses between _Whitechapel_ and _Chelmsford_ in _Essex_ having been altered, or totally rebuilt. [1] Since dead.--_Inter Socraticos notissima fossa cinædos_. 2. Industry and Idleness, in twelve plates.[1] Mr. _Walpole_ observes, that "they have more merit in the intention than execution." At first they were printed off on very thin paper. Plate V. The scene is _Cuckold's Point_, below _London Bridge_. Plate VI. In a few first impressions, "_Goodchild_ and _West_" is written under the sign, instead of "_West_ and _Goodchild_." _Hogarth_ had inadvertently placed the name of the junior partner first. Some mercantile friend, however, pointing out the mistake, when as yet only a few copies were taken off, our artist corrected it, to avoid the criticisms of _Cheapside_ and _Cornhill_. In this plate is a figure of _Philip in the Tub_, a well-known beggar and cripple, who was a constant epithalamist at weddings in _London_, and had visited _Ireland_ and _The Seven Provinces_. The _French_ clergyman in Plate VIII. was designed for Mr. _Platell_, curate of _Barnet_. Plate XI. The scene is in a cellar of a noted house that went by the name of "The Blood Bowl House," from the various scenes of blood that were there almost daily exhibited, and where there seldom passed a month without the commission of a murder. _Blood Bowl-alley_ is down by the fishmonger's, near _Water-lane, Fleet-street_; and I am assured, that the house and event, that gave rise to the name, were there. In Plate XI. is _Tiddy Doll_, the well-known vender of gingerbread. Just behind him, in a cart, to bring away the body of the criminal, is his mother. Though her face is concealed, she is distinguished by her excess of sorrow, and the black hood she has worn throughout the foregoing representations of her. Plate XII. _Frederick_ Prince of _Wales_, and the Princess of _Wales_, in the balcony. The standards of the Blacksmiths' and Stationers' Companies appear in the procession. The flag, at the corner of one of the stands, belongs to the Pinners and Needlers. The hint for this series of prints was evidently taken from the old comedy of _Eastward-hoe_, by _Jonson, Chapman,_ and _Marston_, reprinted in _Dodsley's_ Collection of Old Plays. "The scenes of _Bedlam_ and the gaming-house," as Mr. _Walpole_ well observes, "are inimitable representations of our serious follies, or unavoidable woes; and the concern shown by the lord-mayor, when the companion of his childhood is brought before him as a criminal, is a touching picture, and big with humane admonition and reflection." The late comedian Mr. _James Love_ (otherwise _Dance_, and brother to the painter of that name) dramatized this series of prints; and Mr. _King_, now deputy-manager of _Drury-lane_, performed the character of the Good 'Prentice. These Plates were retouched by _Hogarth_; but, as usual, whatever they gained in respect to force, they lost in the article of clearness. They offer no variations, except such as are occasioned by his having thrown a few of the figures into shade, that others might appear more prominent. Dr. _Ducarel_ informed me, that the passages of Scripture applicable to the different scenes were selected for Mr. _Hogarth_, by his friend the Rev. Mr. _Arnold King_. In the following year was published, price one shilling (being an explanation of the moral of twelve celebrated prints lately published, and designed by the ingenious Mr. _Hogarth_), "The Effects of Industry and Idleness, illustrated in the Life, Adventures, and various Fortunes of Two Fellow 'Prentices of the City of _London_: shewing the different Paths, as well as Rewards of Virtue and Vice; how the good and virtuous 'Prentice, by gradual Steps of Industry, rose to the highest Pitch of Grandeur; and how, by contrary Pursuits, his Fellow-'Prentice, by Laziness and Wickedness, came to die an ignominious Death at the Gallows. ¶ This little book ought to be read by every 'Prentice in _England_, to imprint in their hearts these two different examples, the contrary effects each will produce on their young minds being of more worth than a hundred times the price, _i. e._ an abhorrence of the vice and wickedness they perceive in the one boy, and, on the contrary, an endeavour after an imitation of the actions of the other. And is a more proper present to be given to the Chamber of _London_, at the binding and enrolling an apprentice, than any other book whatever. Printed by _Charles Corbett_, at _Addison's_ Head in _Fleet street_." [1] The following description of _Hogarth's_ design is copied from his own hand-writing: "Industry and Idleness exemplified in the conduct of two Fellow 'Prentices: where the one, by taking good courses, and pursuing points 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 is expressed in the last print. As the prints were intended more for use than ornament, they were done in a way that might bring them within the purchase of whom they might most concern; and, lest any print should be mistaken, the description of each print is engraved at top." 3. _Jacobus Gibbs_, architectus. _W. Hogarth delin. B. Baron sculp._ 4. _Jacobus Gibbs_, architectus. _W. Hogarth delin. J. Mc Ardell fec._ Partly mezzotinto, partly graved. No date. 5. To this period may be referred the arms of _The Foundling Hospital_, printed off on the tops of the indentures; together with 6. The same, but smaller; employed as a frontispiece to "Psalms, Hymns, and Anthems; for the Use of the Children of the Hospital for the Maintenance and Education of exposed and deserted Young Children." They are both classed here, because the original drawing (see under the year 1781) is dated in 1747. * * * * * 1748. 1. A monk leading an ass with a _Scotch_ man and woman on it, &c. A wooden cut. Head-piece to the "Jacobite's Journal." This was a news-paper set up and supported by _Henry Fielding_, and carried on for a few months with some success. The wooden-cut was only prefixed to six or seven of the papers. Being faintly executed, it was soon worn out, and has lately been copied in aqua tinta by Mr. _Livesay_. 2. Pool of _Bethesda_, from the picture[1] he painted for _St. Bartholomew's Hospital. Engraved by Ravenet for S. Austen_, as a frontispiece for _Stackhouse's_ Bible. In this plate, I am assured by an old acquaintance of Mr. _Hogarth_, is a faithful portrait of _Nell Robinson_, a celebrated courtezan, with whom, in early life, they had both been intimately acquainted. [1] Of this picture Mr. _S. Ireland_ has a large sketch in oil. * * * * * 1749. 1.[1] The Gate of _Calais_.[2] Engraved by C. _Mosley_ and _W. Hogarth. "His own head sketching the view. He was arrested when he was making the drawing, but set at liberty when his purpose was known."_ See above, p. 49. Mr. _Walpole_ also observes, that in this piece, though it has great merit, "the caricatura is carried to excess." Mr. _Pine_ the engraver sat for the portrait of the Friar, a circumstance of which he afterwards repented;[3] for, thereby obtaining the nick-name of _Friar Pine_, and being much persecuted and laughed at, he strove to prevail on _Hogarth_ to give his Ghostly father another face. Indeed, when he sat to our artist, he did not know to what purpose his similitude would afterwards be applied. The original picture is in the possession of the Earl of _Charlemont_. Soon after it was finished, it fell down by accident, and a nail ran through the cross on the top of the gate. _Hogarth_ strove in vain to mend it with the same colour, so as to conceal the blemish. He therefore introduced a starved crow, looking down on the roast-beef, and thus completely covered the defect. The figure of the half-starved _French_ centinel has since been copied at the top of more than one of the printed advertisements for recruits, where it is opposed to the representation of a well-fed _British_ soldier. Thus the genius of _Hogarth_ still militates in the cause of his country. A copy of this print was likewise engraved at the top of a Cantata, intituled, _The Roast Beef of Old England_. As it is probable that the latter was published under the sanction of our artist, I shall, without scruple, transcribe it. RECITATIVE. 'Twas at the Gates of _Calais, Hogarth_ tells, Where sad Despair and Famine always dwells, A meagre _Frenchman_, Madam _Grandsire's_ cook, As home he steer'd his carcase, that way took, Bending beneath the weight of fam'd _Sir-loin_, 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; Who, when he first beheld the greasy load, His benediction on it he bestow'd; And while the solid fat his finger press'd, He lick'd his chaps, and thus the knight address'd: AIR. _A lovely Lass to a Friar came_, &c. O rare _Roast Beef!_ lov'd by all mankind, If I was doom'd to have thee, When dress'd and garnish'd to my mind, And swimming in thy gravy, Not all thy country's force combin'd Should from my fury save thee. Renown'd _Sir-loin_, 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 more thy taste exceeds Soup-meagre, frogs, and sallad. RECITATIVE. A half-starv'd soldier, shirtless, pale and lean, Who such a sight before had never seen, Like _Garrick's_ frighted _Hamlet_, gaping stood, And gaz'd with wonder on the _British_ food. His morning's mess forsook the friendly bowl, And in small streams along the pavement stole; He heav'd a sigh, which gave his heart relief, And then in plaintive tone declar'd his grief. AIR. Ah, sacre Dieu! vat do I see yonder, Dat looks so tempting, red and white? Begar I see it is de _Roast Beef_ from _Londre_, O grant to me one letel bite. But to my guts if you give no heeding, And cruel Fate dis boon denies, In kind compassion to my pleading, Return, and let me feast my eyes. RECITATIVE. His fellow guard, of right _Hibernian_ clay, Whose brazen front his country did betray, From _Tyburn's_ fatal tree had hither fled, By honest means to get his daily bread; Soon as the well-known prospect he espy'd, In blubbering accents dolefully he cried: AIR. _Ellen a Roon_, &c. Sweet _Beef_, that now causes my stomach to rise. Sweet _Beef_, that now causes my stomach to rise, So taking thy sight is, My joy that so light is, To view thee, by pailfuls runs out at my eyes. While here I remain, my life's not worth a farthing, While here I remain, my life's not worth a farthing, Ah! hard-hearted _Lewy_, Why did I come to ye? The gallows, more kind, would have sav'd me from starving. RECITATIVE. Upon the ground hard by poor _Sawney_ sate, Who fed his nose, and scratch'd his ruddy pate; But when _Old England's_ bulwark he descry'd, His dear-lov'd mull, alas! was thrown aside. With lifted hands he bless'd his native place, Then scrub'd himself, and thus bewail'd his case: AIR. _The Broom of Cowdenknows_, &c. How hard, O _Sawney!_ is thy lot, Who was so blyth of late, To see such meat as can't be got, When hunger is so great! _O the Beef, the bonny bonny Beef! When roasted nice and brown, I wish I had a slice of thee, How sweet it would gang down._ Ah, _Charley!_ hadst thou not been seen, This ne'er had hapt to me: I would the De'el had pickt mine eyne Ere I had gang'd with thee. _O the Beef_, &c. RECITATIVE. But see! my Muse to _England_ takes her flight, Where _Health_ and _Plenty_ chearfully unite. Where smiling _Freedom_ guards great _George's_ throne, And chains, and racks, and tortures are not known; Whose _Fame_ superior bards have often wrote.-- An ancient fable give me leave to quote. AIR. _The Roast Beef of Old England._ As once on a time a young _Frog_, pert and vain, Beheld a large _Ox_ grazing on the wide plain, He boasted his size he could quickly attain. _Oh! the Roast Beef,_ &c. Then eagerly stretching his weak little frame, Mamma, who stood by, like a knowing old dame, Cried, "Son, to attempt it you're greatly to blame." _Oh! the Roast Beef,_ &c. But, deaf to advice, he for glory did thirst, An effort he ventured, more strong than the first, Till swelling and straining too hard, made him burst. _Oh! the Roast Beef,_ &c. Then, _Britons_, be valiant; the moral is clear: The _Ox_ is _Old England_, the _Frog_ is _Monsieur_, Whose puffs and bravadoes we need never fear. _Oh! the Roast Beef,_ &c. For while by our commerce and arts we are able To see the brave _Ox_ smoaking hot on our table, The _French_ must e'en croak, like the _Frog_ in the fable. _Oh! the Roast Beef,_ &c. Printed for _R. Sayer_, at the _Golden Buck_ in _Fleet-street_; and _J. Smith_, at _Hogarth's Head_ in _Cheapside_. At the end of a pamphlet which I shall have occasion to mention under the year 1755, was announced, as speedily to be published under the auspices of our artist, "A Poetical Description of Mr. _Hogarth's_ celebrated print, _The Roast Beef of Old England_, or the _French_ surprized at the Gate of _Calais_." [1] In _The General Advertiser, March_ 9, 1748-9, appeared the following: "This day is published, price 5_s._ A Print, designed and engraved by Mr. _Hogarth_, representing a PRODIGY which lately appeared before the Gate of _Calais_. "O the Roast Beef of _Old England!_ "To be had at the _Golden-Head_, in _Leicester-Square_, and at the Print Shops." [2] The following lines were written by the Rev. Mr. _Townley_, Master of _Merchant Taylors' School_, and spoken by one of the Scholars, _October_ 22, 1767, ASSA BUBULA. Littore in opposito, quâ turrim _Dubris_ in altum Ostentans, undas imperiosa regit, Ferrea stat, multo cum milite, porta _Calesi_: (Ingenium pinxit talia, _Hogarthe_, tuum). Eo! sudans carnis portat latus ille bovile, Quem, trepidis genibus, grande fatigat onus; Obstupet hic fixis oculis atque ore patenti, Et tenue, invitus, jus cito mittit humi: Accedit monachus, digito tangente rubentem Carnem, divinum prodigiumque colit. Omnia visa placent animum; non pascis inani Picturâ, pariter quæ placet atque docet. Egregius patriæ proprios dat pictor honores; Et palmam jussa est ferre bovina caro. [3] Mr. _Walpole's_ new edition of his "Anecdotes of Painting" having been published whilst the present page was preparing for the second edition, I took the earliest opportunity of letting that admirable writer speak for himself, in answer to a particular in which I had presumed to differ from him. "If _Hogarth_ indulged his spirit of ridicule in personalities," (I now use the words of Mr. _Walpole_) "it never proceeded beyond sketches and drawings; his prints touched the folly, but spared the person. Early he drew a noted miser, one of the sheriffs, trying a mastiff that had robbed his kitchen, but the magistrate's son went to his house and cut the picture in pieces.[A] I have been reproved for this assertion," continues our agreeable Biographer, "and instances have been pointed out that contradict me. I am far from persevering in an error, and do allow that my position was too positive. Still some of the instances adduced were by no means caricaturas. Sir _John Gonson_ and Dr. _Misaubin_ in the _Harlot's Progress_ were rather examples identified than satires. Others, as Mr. _Pine's_, were mere portraits, introduced by their own desire, or with their consent." [A] See above, p. 69. 2. Portrait of _John Palmer_, esq. lord of the manor of _Cogenhoe_ or _Cooknoe_, and patron of the church, of _Ecton_ in _Northamptonshire. W. Hogarth pinx. B. Baron sculp._ This small head is inserted under a view of _Ecton_ Church. 3. His own head in a cap, a pug-dog, and a palette with the line of beauty, &c. inscribed _Gulielmus Hogarth. Seipse pinxit & sculpsit._ Very scarce, because _Hogarth_ erased his own portrait, and introduced that of Mr. _Churchill_, under the character of a bear, in its room. See under the year 1763. On this print, in its original state, the _Scandalizade_, a satire published about 1749, has the following lines. The author represents himself as standing before the window of a print-shop. "There elbowing in 'mong the crowd with a jog, Lo! good father _Tobit_, said I, with his dog! But the artist is wrong; for the dog should be drawn At the heels of his master in trot o'er the lawn,-- To your idle remarks I take leave to demur, 'Tis not _Tobit_, nor yet his canonical cur, (Quoth a sage in the crowd) for I'd have you to know, Sir, 'Tis _Hogarth_ himself and his honest friend _Towser_, Inseparate companions! and therefore you see Cheek by jowl they are drawn in familiar degree; Both striking the eye with an equal eclat, The biped _This_ here, and the quadruped _That_-- You mean--the great dog and the man, I suppose, Or the man and the dog--be't just as you chuse.-- You correct yourself rightly--when much to be blam'd, For the worthiest person you first should have nam'd, Great dog! why great man I methinks you should say. Split the difference, my friend, they're both great in their way. Is't he then so famous for drawing a punk, A harlot, a rake, and a parson so drunk, Whom _Trotplaid_[1] delivers to praise as his friend? Thus a jacknapes a lion would fain recommend.-- The very self same--how boldly they strike, And I can't forbear thinking they're somewhat alike.-- Oh fie! to a dog would you _Hogarth_ compare?-- Not so--I say only they're alike as it were, A respectable pair! all spectators allow, And that they deserve a description below In capital letters, _Behold we are Two_." [1] The name under which _Fielding_ wrote a news-paper called _The Jacobite's Journal_, the frontispiece by _Hogarth_. 4. Portrait of _Hogarth_, small circle. Mr. _Basire_ (to whom this plate has been ascribed) says it is much in our artist's manner. On enquiry, however, it appears to be no other than a watch-paper "Published according to Act of Parliament by _R. Sayer_, opposite _Fetter-lane, Sept._ 29, 1749," and certainly copied from the small portrait of our artist introduced in _The Roast Beef of Old England_. Another head of him, with a fur cap on, was also edited by the same printseller, at the same time. There is likewise a third head of _Hogarth_, in an oval, prefixed as a frontispiece to "A Dissertation" on his six prints, &c. _Gin Lane_, &c. which appeared in 1751. * * * * * 1750. 1. _Thomas Herring_, Archbishop of _Canterbury. W. Hogarth p. B. Baron sculp._ Of this picture (which is preserved in _Lambeth-Palace_) the Archbishop, in a letter to Mr. _Duncombe_, says, "None of my friends can bear _Hogarth's_ picture;" and Mr. _Duncombe_, the son, in a note to this epistle, observes, that "this picture (as appears by the print engraved by _Baron_ in 1750) exhibits rather a caricature than a likeness, the figure being gigantic, the features all aggravated and _outrés_, and, on the whole, so far from conveying an idea of that _os placidum, moresque benigni_, as Dr. _Jortin_ expresses it, that engaging sweetness and benevolence, which were characteristic of this prelate, that they seem rather expressive of a _Bonner_, who could burn a heretic. "_Lovat's_ hard features _Hogarth_ might command; A _Herring's_ sweetness asks a _Reynolds'_ hand." _Hogarth_ however made the following observation while the Archbishop was sitting to him: "Your Grace, perhaps, does not know that some of our chief dignitaries in the church have had the best luck in their portraits. The most excellent heads painted by _Vandyck_ and _Kneller_, were those of _Laud_ and _Tillotson_. The crown of my works will be the representation of your Grace." 2. _Jacobus Gibbs_, Architectus, A. M. and F. R. S. _Hogarth delin. Baron sculp._ The same face as that in 1747, but in an octagon frame, which admits more of the body to be shewn, as well as some architecture in the back ground. There is also a smaller head of _Gibbs_, in a circle, &c. but whether engraved by _Baron_ from a picture by _Hogarth_, or any other hand, is uncertain. Perhaps it was designed as a vignette for some splendid edition of _Gibbs's_ works. 3. The March to _Finchley_,[1] dedicated to the King of _Prussia_[2][as "an Encourager of the Arts,"] "_in resentment for the late king's sending for the picture to St. James's, and returning it without any other notice._" This print is _engraved by Luke Sullivan_ but afterwards, as we learn from a note at the bottom of it, was "Retouched and _improved_ by _Wm. Hogarth_, and republished _June_ 12, 1761." The _improvements_ in it, however, remain to be discovered by better eyes than mine. I am authorized to add, that soon after the lottery described in a note at the beginning of this article, our artist waited on the treasurer to the _Foundling Hospital_, acquainting him that the trustees were at liberty to dispose of the picture by auction. Scarce, however, was the message delivered, before he changed his mind, and never afterwards would consent to the measure he had originally proposed. The late Duke of _Ancaster_ offered the hospital 300 _l._ for it. The following complete explanation of it is in _The Student_, vol. II. p. 16. It is supposed to have been written by the ingenious Mr. _Bonnel Thornton_. "The scene of this representation is laid at _Tottenham Court Turnpike_; the _King's-Head, Adam_ and _Eve_, and the _Turnpike-house_, in full view; beyond which are discovered parties of the guards, baggage, &c. marching towards _Highgate_, and a beautiful distant prospect of the country; the sky finely painted. The picture, considered together, affords a view of a military march, and the humours and disorders consequent thereupon. "Near the center of the picture, the painter has exhibited his principal figure, which is a handsome young grenadier, in whose face is strongly depicted repentance mixed with pity and concern; the occasion of which is disclosed by two females putting in their claim for his person, one of whom has hold of his right arm, and the other has _seized_ his left. The figure upon his right hand, and perhaps placed there by the painter by way of preference (as the object of love is more desirable than that of duty), is a fine young girl in her person, debauched, with child, and reduced to the miserable employ of selling ballads, and who, with a look full of love, tenderness, and distress, casts up her eyes upon her undoer, and with tears descending down her cheeks, seems to say----_sure you cannot----will not leave me_! The person and deportment of this figure well justifies the painter's turning the body of the youth towards her. The woman upon the left is a strong contrast to this girl; for rage and jealousy have thrown the human countenance into no amiable or desirable form. This is the wife of the youth, who, finding him engaged with such an _ugly slut_, assaults him with a violence natural to a woman whose person and beauty is neglected. To the fury of her countenance, and the dreadful weapon her tongue, another terror appears in her hand, equally formidable, which is a roll of papers, whereon is wrote, _The Remembrancer_; a word of dire and triple import; for while it shews the occupation the _amiable bearer_ is engaged in, it reminds the youth of an unfortunate circumstance he would gladly forget: and the same word is also a cant expression, to signify the blow she is meditating. And here, I value myself upon hitting the true meaning, and entering into the spirit of the great author of that celebrated _Journal_ called _The Remembrancer_, or, _A weekly slap on the face for the Ministry_. "It is easily discernible that the two females are of different parties. The ballad of _God save our noble King_, and a print of the _Duke of Cumberland_, in the basket of the girl, and the cross upon the back of the wife, with the implements of her occupation, sufficiently denote the painter's intention: and, what is truly beautiful, these incidents are applicable to the march. "The hard-favoured serjeant directly behind, who enjoys the foregoing scene, is not only a good contrast to the youth, but also, with other helps, throws forward the principal figure. "Upon the right of the grenadier is a drummer, who also has his _two Remembrancers_, a woman and a boy, the produce of their kinder hours; and who have laid their claim by a violent seizure upon his person. The figure of the woman is that of a complainant, who reminds him of her great applications, as well in sending him clean to guard, as other kind offices done, and his promises to make her an honest woman, which he, base and ungrateful, has forgot, and pays her affection with neglect. The craning of her neck shews her remonstrances to be of the shrill kind, in which she is aided by the howling of her boy. The drummer, who has a mixture of fun and wickedness in his face, having heard as many reproaches as suit his present inclinations, with a bite of his lip, and a leering eye, applies to the instrument of noise in his profession, and endeavours to drown the united clamour; in which he is luckily aided by the _ear-piercing fife_ near him. "Between the figures before described, but more back in the picture, appears the important but meagre phiz of a _Frenchman_, in close whisper with an _Independent_. The first I suppose a spy upon the motion of the army, the other probably drawn into the croud, in order to give intelligence to his brethren, at their next meeting, to commemorate their noble struggle in support of _Independency_. The _Frenchman_ exhibits a letter, which he assures him contains positive intelligence, that 10000 of his countrymen are landed in _England_, in support of _liberty_ and _independency_. The joy with which his friend receives these glorious tidings, causes him to forget the wounds upon his head, which he has unluckily received by a too free and premature declaration of his principles. "There is a fine contrast in the smile of innocency in the child at the woman's back, compared with the grim joy of a gentleman by it; while the hard countenance of its mother gives a delicacy to the grenadier's girl. "Directly behind the drummer's quondam spouse, appears a soldier pissing against a shed; and some distortions in his countenance indicate a malady too indelicate to describe; this conjecture is aided by a bill of Dr. _Rock's_ for relief in like cases. Directly over him appears a wench at a wicket, probably drawn there to have a view of the march; but is diverted from her first intention by the appearance of another object directly under her eye, which seems to ingross her whole attention. "Behind the drummer under the sign of the _Adam_ and _Eve_ are a group of figures; two of which are engaged in the fashionable art of bruising: their equal dexterity is shewn, by _sewed-up peepers_ on one side, and _a pate well-sconced_ on the other. And here the painter has shewn his impartiality to the merit of our _noble youths_, (whose minds, inflamed with love of glory, appear, not only encouragers of this truly laudable science, but many of them are also great proficients in the art itself,) by introducing a youth of quality, whose face is expressive of those boisterous passions necessary for forming a hero of this kind; and who, entering deep into the scene, endeavours to inspire the combatants with a noble contempt of bruises and broken bones. An old woman, moved by a foolish compassion, endeavours to force through the croud and part the fray, in which design she is stopped by a fellow, who prefers fun and mischief to humanity. Above their heads appears a little man[3] of meagre frame, but full of spirits, who enjoys the combat, and with fists clenched, in imagination deals blow for blow with the heroes. This figure is finely contrasted, by a heavy sluggish fellow just behind. The painter, with a stroke of humour peculiar to himself, has exhibited a figure shrinking under the load of a heavy box upon his back, who, preferring curiosity to ease, is a spectator, and waits in this uneasy state the issue of the combat. Upon a board next the sign, where roots, flowers, &c. were said to be sold, the painter has humorously altered the words, and wrote thereon, _Tottenham-Court Nursery_; alluding to a bruising-booth in this place, and the group of figures underneath. "Passing through the turnpike, appears a carriage laden with the implements of war, as drums, halberts, tent-poles, and hoop-petticoats. Upon the carriage are two old women-campaigners, funking their pipes, and holding a conversation, as usual, in fire and smoke. These grotesque figures afford a fine contrast to a delicate woman upon the same carriage, who is suckling a child. This excellent figure evidently proves, that the painter is as capable of succeeding in the graceful style as in the humorous. A little boy laes at the feet of this figure; and the painter, to shew him of martial breed, has placed a small trumpet in his mouth. "The serious group of the principal figures, in the center, is finely relieved by a scene of humour on the left. Here an officer has seized a milk-wench, and is kissing her in a manner excessively lewd, yet not unpleasing to the girl, if her eye is a proper interpreter of her affections: while the officer's ruffles suffer in this action, the girl pays her price, by an arch soldier, who in her absence of attention to her pails, is filling his hat with milk, and, by his waggish eye, seems also to partake of the kissing scene. A chimney-sweeper's boy with glee puts in a request to the soldier, to supply him with a cap full, when his own turn is served; while another soldier points out the fun to a fellow selling pyes, who, with an inimitable face of simple joy, neglects the care of his goods, which the soldier dexterously removes with his other hand. In the figure of the pye-man, the pencil has exceeded description----here the sounding epithets of _prodigious--excellent--wonderful_--and all the other terms used by Connoisseurs (when speaking of the beauties of an old picture, where the objects must have lain in eternal obscurity, if not conjured out to the apprehension of the spectator, by the magic of unintelligible description) are too faint to point out its real merit. "The old soldier divested of one spatter-dash, and near losing the other, and knocked down by all-potent gin, upon calling for t'other cogue, his waggish comrade, supporting him with one hand, endeavours to pour water into his mouth with the other, which the experienced old one rejects with disdain, puts up his hand to his wife who bears the arms and gin-bottle, and who, well acquainted with his taste, is filling a quartern. And here the painter exhibits a sermon upon the excessive use of spirituous liquors, and the destructive consequences attending it: for the soldier is not only rendered incapable of his duty, but (what is shocking to behold) a child begot and conceived in gin, with a countenance emaciated, extends its little arms with great earnestness, and wishes for that liquor, which it seems well acquainted with the taste of. And here, not to dwell wholly upon the beauties of this print, I must mention an absurdity discovered by a professed connoisseur in painting--'Can there,' says he, 'be a greater absurdity than the introducing a couple of chickens so near such a croud--and not only so--but see--their direction is to go to objects it is natural for 'em to shun--is this is knowledge of nature?--absurd to the last degree!'----And here, with an air of triumph, ended our judicious critic. But how great was his surprize, when it was discovered to him, that the said chickens were in pursuit of the hen, which had made her escape into the pocket of a sailor. "Next the sign-post is an honest tar throwing up his hat, crying 'God bless King _George_.' Before him is an image of drunken loyalty; who, with his shirt out of his breeches, and bayonet in his hand, vows destruction on the heads of the rebels. A fine figure of a speaking old woman, with a basket upon her head, will upon view tell you what she sells. A humane soldier perceiving a fellow hard-loaded with a barrel of gin upon his back, and stopped by the croud, with a gimblet bores a hole in the head of the cask, and is kindly easing him of a part of his burthen. Near him, is the figure of a fine gentleman in the army. As I suppose the painter designed him without character, I shall therefore only observe, that he is a very pretty fellow, and happily the contemplation of his own dear person guards him from the attempts of the wicked women on his right hand. Upon the right hand of this _petit maitre_ is a licentious soldier rude with a girl, who screams and wreaks her little vengeance upon his face, whilst his comrade is removing off some linen which hangs in his way. "You will pardon the invention of a new term--I shall include the whole _King's Head_ in the word _Cattery_, the principal figure of which is a noted fat _Covent Garden_ lady,[4] who, with pious eyes cast up to heaven, prays for the army's success, and the safe return of many of her babes of grace. An officer offers a letter to one of this lady's children, who rejects it; possibly not liking the cause her spark is engaged in, or, what is more probable, his not having paid for her last favour. Above her, a charitable girl is throwing a shilling to a cripple, while another kindly administers a cordial to her companion, as a sure relief against reflection. The rest of the windows are full of the like cattle; and upon the house-top appear three cats, just emblems of the creatures below, but more harmless in their amorous encounters." There is likewise another explanation in _The Old Woman's Magazine_, vol. I. p. 182. To elucidate a circumstance, however, in this justly celebrated performance, it is necessary to observe, that near _Tottenham Court Nursery_ was the place where the famous _Broughton's_ amphitheatre for boxing was erected. It has been since taken down, having been rendered useless by the justices not permitting such kind of diversions. This will account for the appearance of the Bruisers at the left hand corner of the print. One of _Hogarth's_ ideas in this performance also needs the assistance of colouring, to render it intelligible. The person to whom the _Frenchman_ is delivering a letter, was meant for an old _Highlander_ in disguise, as appears from the plaid seen through an opening in his grey coat; a circumstance in the print that escaped me, till after I had seen the picture, and perused _Rouquet's_ explanation of this particular circumstance, which I shall add in his own words, with his reflections at the end of it. "A droite du principal group paroit une figure de _François_, qu'on a voulu representer comme un homme de quelque importance, afin de lui donner plus de ridicule; il parle à un homme dont la nation est indiquée par l'etoffe de sa veste, qui est celle dont s'habillent les habitans des montagnes _d'Ecosse_: le _François_ semble communiquer à l'_Ecossois_ des lettres qu'il vient de reçevoir, & qui ont rapport à l'evenement qui donne lieu à cette marche. Les _Anglois_ ne se réjouissent jamais bien sans qu'il en coute quelque chose aux _François_; leur theatre, leur conversation, leurs tableaux, et sur tout ceux de notre peintre, portent toujours cette glorieuse marque de l'amour de la patrie; les romans même sont ornés de traits amusans sur cet ancien sujet; l'excellent auteur de _Tom Jones_ a voulu aussi lâcher les siens. Mais le pretendu mépris pour les _François_ dont le peuple de ce pais-ci fait profession, s'explique selon moi d'une façon fort équivoque. Le mépris suppose l'oubli; mais un objet dont on médit perpetuèllement est un objet dont on est perpetuèllement occupé: la satire constitue une attention qui me feroit soupconner qu'on fait aux _François_ l'honneur de les haïr un peu." All the off tracts from the faces in the original picture of the March to _Finchley_, in red chalk on oiled paper, are still preserved. This representation may be said to contain three portraits, all of which were acknowledged by the artist: a noted _French_ pye-man; one of the young fifers then recently introduced into the army by the Duke of _Cumberland_; and a chimney-sweeper with an aspect peculiarly roguish. The two latter were hired by _Hogarth_, who gave each of them half a crown, for his patience in sitting while his likeness was taken. Among the portraits in the _March to Finchley_ (says a correspondent) that of _Jacob Henriques_ may also be discovered. I wish it had been pointed out. With this plate (of which the very few proofs in aqua-fortis, as well as the finished ones, are highly valuable) no unfair stratagems have been practised, that a number of the various impressions, taken off at different times, might be mistaken for the earliest. On copper nothing is more easy than to cover, alter, efface, or re-engrave an inscription, as often as temporary convenience may require a change in it.[5] Witness, the several copies of _The Lottery_, three of which exhibit the names of three different publishers: the fourth has none at all. The possessors of this March to _Finchley_ need not vehemently lament their want of the original. The spirit of it is most faithfully transfused on the copper. As to the colouring, it will hardly delight such eyes are are accustomed to the pictures of _Steen_ or _Teniers_. To me the painting of the _March to Finchley_ appears hard and heavy, and has much the air of a coloured print. I should not, on this occasion, omit to add, that Mr. _Strange_, in his _Inquiry into the Rise and Establishment of the Royal Academy of Arts in London_, observes, that "the donations in painting which several artists presented to _The Foundling Hospital_," first led to the idea of those Exhibitions which are at present so lucrative to our Royal Academy, and so entertaining to the publick. _Hogarth_ must certainly be considered as a chief among these benefactors. [1] _General Advertiser, April_ 14, 1750. Mr _Hogarth_ is publishing, by subscription, a print representing the march to _Finchley_ in the year 1746, engraved on a copper-plate, 22 inches by 17. The price 7 _s._ 6 _d._ Subscriptions are taken in at _The Golden Head_ in _Leicester-Fields_, till the 30th of this instant, and not longer, to the end that the engraving may not be retarded. Note. Each print will be half a Guinea after the Subscription is over. In the Subscription-book, are the particulars of a proposal whereby each subscriber of three shillings, over and above the said seven shillings and sixpence for the print, will, in consideration thereof, be entitled to a chance of having the original picture, which shall be delivered to the winning subscriber as soon as the engraving is finished. _General Advertiser, May_ 1, 1750. Yesterday Mr. _Hogarth's_ subscription was closed. 1843 chances being subscribed for, Mr. _Hogarth_ gave the remaining 157 chances to _The Foundling Hospital_. At two o'clock the box was opened, and the fortunate chance was N° 1941, which belongs to the said Hospital; and the same night Mr. _Hogarth_ delivered the picture to the Governors. [2] PRUSIA, in the earliest impressions. I have been assured that only twenty-five were worked off with this literal imperfection, as _Hogarth_ grew tired of adding the mark ~ with a pen over one S, to supply the want of the other. He therefore ordered the inscription to be corrected before any greater number of impressions were taken. Though this circumstance was mentioned by Mr. _Thane_, to whose experience in such matters some attention is due, it is difficult to suppose that _Hogarth_ was fatigued with correcting his own mistake in so small a number of the first Impressions. I may venture to add, that I have seen, at least, five and twenty marked in the manner already described: and it is scarce possible, considering the multitudes of these plates dispersed in the world, that I should have met with all that were so distinguished. [3] The real or nick name of this man, who was by trade a cobler, is said to have been _Jockey James_. [4] This figure is repeated in the last print but one of _Industry_. and _Idleness_, and was designed for Mother _Douglas_ of the Piazza. [5] _Proofs_ were anciently a few impressions taken off in the course of an engraver's process. He _proved_ a plate in different states, that he might ascertain how far his labours had been successful, and when they were complete. The excellence of such early impressions, worked with care, and under the artist's eye, occasioning them to be greedily sought after, and liberally paid for, it has been customary among our modern printsellers to take off a number of them, amounting, perhaps, to hundreds, from every plate of considerable value; and yet their want of rareness has by no means abated their price. On retouching a plate, it has been also usual, among the same conscientious fraternity, to cover the inscription, which was immediately added after the first proofs were obtained, with slips of paper, that a number of secondary proofs might also be created. This device is notorious, and too often practised, without discovery, on the unskilful purchaser. A new print, in short, is of the same use to a crafty dealer, as a fresh girl to a politic bawd. In both instances _le fausse pucelage_ is disposed of many times over. * * * * * 1751. 1. _Beer-street_;[1] two of them, with variations, (the former price 1 _s._ the latter 1 _s._ 6 _d._), and _Gin Lane_. The following verses under these two prints are by the Rev. Mr. _James Townley_, Master of _Merchant Taylors School_: BEER-STREET. Beer, happy product of our isle, Can sinewy strength impart, And, wearied with fatigue and toil, Can chear each manly heart. Labour and Art, upheld by thee, Successfully advance; We quaff thy balmy juice with glee, And water leave to _France_. Genius of Health, thy grateful taste Rivals the cup of _Jove_, And warms each _English_ generous breast With Liberty and Love. GIN-LANE. Gin, cursed fiend! with fury fraught, Makes human race a prey; It enters by a deadly draught, And steals our life away. Virtue and Truth, driven to despair, Its rage compels to fly, But cherishes, with hellish care, Theft, Murder, Perjury. Damn'd cup! that on the vitals preys, That liquid fire contains, Which madness to the heart conveys, And rolls it thro' the veins. Mr. _Walpole_ observes, that the variation of the butcher lifting the _Frenchman_ in his hand, was an after-thought;[2] but he is mistaken. This _butcher_ is in reality a _blacksmith_; and the violent hyperbole is found in the original drawing, as well as in the earliest impressions of the plate. The first copies of _Beer-street, Gin Lane,_ and _The Stages of Cruelty,_ were taken off on very thin paper; but this being objected to, they were afterwards printed on thicker. The painter, who in the former of these scenes is copying a bottle from one hanging by him as a pattern, has been regarded as a stroke of satire on _John Stephen Liotard_, who (as Mr. _Walpole_ observes) "could render nothing but what he saw before his eyes."[3] It is probable that _Hogarth_ received the first idea for these two prints from a pair of others by _Peter Breugel_ (commonly called _Breugel d'enfer_, or _Hellish Breugel_), which exhibit a contrast of a similar kind. The one is entitled _La grasse_, the other _La maigre Cuisine_. In the first, all the personages are well-fed and plump; in the second, they are starved and slender. The latter of them also exhibits the figures of an emaciated mother and child, sitting on a straw-mat upon the ground, whom I never saw without thinking on the female, &c. in _Gin Lane_.[4] In _Hogarth_, the fat _English_ blacksmith is insulting the gaunt _Frenchman_; and in _Breugel_, the plump cook is kicking the lean one out of doors. Our artist was not unacquainted with the works of this master, as will appear by an observation on the _Lilliputians_ giving _Gulliver_ a clyster. On the subject of these two plates, and the four following ones, was published a stupid pamphlet, intituled, "A Dissertation on Mr. _Hogarth's_ Six Prints lately published, viz. _Gin-Lane, Beer-street,_ and _The Four Stages of Cruelty_, Containing, I. A genuine narrative of the horrible deeds perpetrated by that fiery dragon, _Gin_; the wretched and deplorable condition of its votaries and admirers; the dreadful havock and devaluation it has made amongst the human species; its pernicious effects on the soldiers, sailors, and mechanicks of this kingdom; and its poisonous and pestilent qualities in destroying the health, and corrupting the morals of the people. II. Useful observations on wanton and inhuman cruelty, severely satirizing the practice of the common people in sporting with the lives of animals. Being a proper key for the right apprehension of the author's meaning in those designs. Humbly inscribed to the Right Honourable _Francis Cockayne_, Esq; Lord Mayor of the City of _London_, and the worshipful Court of Aldermen, who have so worthily distinguished themselves in the measures they have taken to suppress the excessive use of spirituous liquors. _London_: Printed for _B. Dickinson_ on _Ludgate-Hill_. 1751. Price one shilling;" and eleven pence three farthings too dear, being compiled out of _Reynolds's_ "God's Revenge against Murder," &c. [1] _General Advertiser, February_ 13, 1750-51. On _Friday_ next will be published, price one shilling each. Two large Prints designed and etched by Mr. _Hogarth_, called _Beer-street_ and _Gin-lane_. A number will be printed in a better manner for the Curious at 1 _s._ 6 _d_. each. And on _Thursday_ following will be published, Four Prints on the subject of Cruelty. Price and size the same. _N. B._ As the subjects of these Prints are calculated to reform some reigning vices peculiar to the lower class of people, in hopes to render them of more extensive use, the author has published them in the cheapest manner possible. To be had at the _Golden Head_ in _Leicester Fields_, where may be had all his other works. [2] I am sorry to perceive that this observation remains in the octavo edition of the "Anecdotes of Painting," vol. IV. p. 147. [3] The opinion which _Hogarth_ entertained of the writings of Dr. _Hill_ may be discovered in his _Beer-Street_, where _Hill's_ critique upon the Royal Society is put into a basket directed to the Trunk-Maker, in _St. Paul's Church-Yard_. [4] This emaciated figure, who appears drunk and asleep at the corner of this print, was painted from nature. 2. The Stages of Cruelty, in four prints. _Designed by Wm. Hogarth, price_ 4 _s._ Of the two latter of these there are wooden plates[1] on a large scale, _Invd. and published by Wm. Hogarth, Jan._ 1, 1750. _J. Bell sculp._ They were done by order of our artist, who wished to diffuse the salutary example they contain, as far as possible, by putting them within the reach of the meanest purchaser; but finding this mode of executing his design was expensive beyond expectation, he proceeded no further in it, and was content to engrave them in his own coarse, but spirited manner. Impressions from the wooden blocks are to be had at Mrs. _Hogarth's_ house in _Leicester-fields_. This set of prints, however, is illustrated with the following verses: FIRST STAGE OF CRUELTY. While various scenes of sportive woe The infant race employ, And tortur'd Victims bleeding shew The tyrant in the boy; Behold! a _youth_ of gentler heart, To spare the Creature's pain,[2] O take, he cries--take all my tart, But tears and tart are vain. Learn from this fair example--you, Whom savage sports delight, How Cruelty disgusts the view, While pity charms the sight. SECOND STAGE OF CRUELTY. The generous _steed_, in hoary age, Subdu'd by labour lies; And mourns a cruel master's rage, While _Nature_ strength denies. The tender _Lamb_, o'erdrove and faint, Amidst expiring throes, Bleats forth it's innocent complaint, And dies beneath the blows. Inhuman wretch! say whence proceeds This coward Cruelty? What int'rest springs from barb'rous deeds What joy from misery? III. CRUELTY IN PERFECTION. To lawless _Love_ when once betray'd, Soon crime to crime succeeds; At length beguil'd to _Theft_, the _maid_ By her _beguiler_ bleeds. Yet learn, seducing man, not night With all its sable cloud, Can skreen the guilty _deed_ from sight: Foul Murder cries aloud. The gaping wounds, the blood-stain'd steel, Now shock his trembling _soul_: But oh! what pangs his breast must feel, When Death his knell shall toll. IV. THE REWARD OF CRUELTY. Behold, the _Villain's_ dire disgrace Not death itself can end: He finds no peaceful _burial-place_; His breathless corse, no friend, Torn from the root, that wicked _Tongue_, Which daily swore and curst! Those eye-balls, from their sockets wrung, That glow'd with lawless lust. His heart, exposed to prying eyes, To pity has no claim; But, dreadful! from his bones shall rise His monument of shame.[3] [1] N. B. The first of these wooden cuts differs in many circumstances from the engraving. In the former, the right hand of the murderer is visible; in the latter it is pinioned behind him. Comparison will detect several other variations in this plate and its fellow. [2] The thrusting an arrow up the fundament of a dog, is not an idea of _English_ growth. No man ever beheld the same act of cruelty practised on any animal in _London. Hogarth_, however, met with this circumstance in _Callot's Temptation of St. Antony_, and transplanted it, without the least propriety, into its present situation. [3] In the last of these plates, "how delicate and superior," as Mr. _Walpole_ observes, "is _Hogarth's_ satire, when he intimates, in the College of Physicians and Surgeons that preside at a dissection, how the legal habitude of viewing shocking scenes hardens the human mind, and renders it unfeeling. The president maintains the dignity of insensibility over an executed corpse, and considers it but as the object of a lecture. In the print of the Sleeping Judges, this habitual indifference only excites our laughter." To render his spectacle, however, more shocking, our artist has perhaps deviated from nature, against whose laws he so rarely offends. He has impressed marks of agony on the face of the criminal under dissection; whereas it is well known, that, the most violent death once past, the tumult of the features subsides for ever. But, in _Hogarth's_ print, the wretch who has been executed, seems to feel the subsequent operation. Of this plate Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original drawing. 3. Boys peeping at Nature, with Variations. Receipt for _Moses brought to Pharaoh's Daughter_, and St. _Paul before Felix_. The burlesque _Paul_, &c. being the current receipt for these two prints, I know not why our artist should have altered and vamped up his _Boys peeping at Nature_ (see p. 188.) for the same purpose. This plate was lately found at Mrs. _Hogarth's_, but no former impressions from it appear to have been circulated. It might have been a first thought, before the idea of its ludicrous successor occurred. _Hogarth_, however, with propriety, effaced all the wit in his original design, before he meant to offer it as a prologue to his uninteresting serious productions. 4. _Paul_ before _Felix_, designed and scratched in the true _Dutch_ taste, by _W. Hogarth_. This was the receipt for _Pharaoh's_ daughter, and for the serious _Paul_ and _Felix_; and is a satire on _Dutch_ pictures. It also contains, in the character of a serjeant tearing his brief, a portrait of _Hume Campbell_, who was not over-delicate in the language he used at the bar to his adversaries and antagonists. This, however, is said by others to be the portrait of _William King_,[1] LL. D. Principal of _St. Mary Hall, Oxford_. In a variation of this print, the Devil is introduced sawing off a leg of the stool on which _Paul_ stands. In the _third_ impression, as is noted in the collection sold last at _Christie's_, "_Hogarth_ has again taken out the Devil. By these variations of _Devil and no Devil_, he glances at Collectors, who give great prices for such rarities; and perhaps he had in his eye the famous print of the Shepherd's Offering by _Poilly_, after _Guido_, which sells very dear, without the Angels." This, however, is erroneous. After the dæmon was once admitted, he was never discarded. The plate in Mrs. _Hogarth's_ keeping confirms my assertion. In the first proof of _Poilly's Shepherd's Offering_, the angels are lightly sketched in; in the finished proof they are totally omitted; but were afterwards inserted. There are similar variations relative to the arms at the bottom of it. Of this burlesque _Paul_, &c. none were originally intended for sale; but our artist gave them away to such of his acquaintance, &c. as begged for them. The number of these petitioners, however, increasing every day, he resolved at last to part with no copies of it at a less price than five shillings.[2] All the early proofs were stained by himself, to give them that tint of age which is generally found on the works of _Rembrandt_. Of this plate, however, there are _two_ impressions. The inscription under the _first_ is "_Paul_ before _Felix_. Design'd and scratch'd in the true _Dutch_ taste by &c." Under the _second_, "Designed and etch'd in the ridiculous manner of _Rembrant_, &c." From the former of these _Hogarth_ took off a few reverses. He must have been severely mortified when he found his ludicrous representation of _Paul_ before _Felix_ was more coveted and admired than his serious painting on the same subject. [1] Of Dr. _King_, who was "a tall, lean, well-looking man," there is a striking likeness in _Worlidge's_ View of the Installation of Lord _Westmoreland_ as chancellor of _Oxford_ in 1761. Some particulars of his life and writings may be seen in the "Anecdotes of Mr. _Bowyer_," p. 594. [2] Mr. _Walpole_ has honoured a passage in the first edition of this hasty work, with the following stricture: (see Anecdotes of Painting, vol. IV. p. 149). "I have been blamed for censuring the indelicacies of _Flemish_ and _Dutch_ painters, by comparing them with the _purity_ of _Hogarth_, against whom are produced many instances of indelicacy, and some repetitions of the same indelicacy. I will not defend myself by pleading that these instances are thinly scattered through a great number of his works, and that there is at least humour in most of the incidents quoted, and that they insinuate some reflection, which is never the case of the foreigners--but can I chuse but smile when one of the nastiest examples specified is from the burlesque of _Paul_ before _Felix_, professedly in ridicule of the gross images of the _Dutch_?" In consequence of private remarks from Mr. _W._ this questionable position, as well as a few others, had been obviated in my second impression of the trifling performance now offered to the public: but as our author cannot _chuse but smile_, when the occasion of his mirth was no longer meant to be in his way, I would ask, in defence of my former observation, if moralists usually attempt to reform profligates by writing treatises of profligacy? or, if painters have a right to chastise indelicacy, by exhibiting gross examples of it in their own performances? To become indecent ourselves, is an unwarrantable recipe for curing indecency in others. The obscenities of _Juvenal_ have hitherto met with no very successful vindication: "Few are the converts _Aretine_ has made." According to our critic's mode of reasoning, a homicide might urge that the crime of which he stands accused was committed only as a salutary example of the guilt of murder; nay, thus indeed every human offence might be allowed to bring with it its own apology.--I forbear to proceed in this argument, or might observe in behalf of our "foreigners," that their incidents insinuate some reflections as well as _Hogarth's_. The evacuations introduced in _Dutch_ pictures, most certainly inculcate the necessity of temperance, for those only who eat and drink too much at fairs, or in ale-houses, are liable to such public and unseemly accidents as _Heemskirk, Ostade,_ and _Teniers,_ have occasionally represented. If we are to look for "Sermons in stones, and good in everything," this inference is as fair as many which Mr. _W._ seems inclined to produce in honour of poor _Hogarth_, who, like _Shakspeare_, often sought to entertain, without keeping any moral purpose in view. But was there either wit or morality in _Hogarth's_ own evacuation against the door of a church, a circumstance recorded by Mr. _Forrest_ in his MS. tour, though prudently suppressed in his printed copy of it? Perhaps, following Uncle _Toby's_ advice, he had better have wiped the whole up, and said nothing about the matter. Our worthy Tour-writer, however, was by no means qualified to be the author of a Sentimental Journey. He rather (and purposely, as we are told) resembles _Ben Jonson's_ communicative traveller, who says to his companion, ----I went and paid a moccinigo For mending my silk stockings; by the way I cheapen'd sprats, and at _St. Mark's_ I urin'd. Faith, these are politic notes! * * * * * 1752. 1. _Paul_ before _Felix_, from the original painting in _Lincoln's-Inn Hall_, painted by _W. Hogarth._ "_There is much less Dignity in this, than Wit in the preceding._" Under the inscription to the first impressions of this plate is "Published _Feb._ 5, 1752. Engraved by _Luke Sullivan._" To the second state of it was added the quotation which, in p. 64, I have printed from Dr. _Joseph Warton's_ Essay on the Genius of _Pope_. It was covered with paper in the third impression, and entirely effaced in the fourth. 2. The same, "_as first designed, but the wife of_ Felix _was afterwards omitted, because St_. Paul's _hand was very improperly placed before her._" I have seen a copy of it, on which _Hogarth_ had written, "A print off the plate that was set aside as insufficient. Engraved by _W. H._" On the appearance of Dr. _Warton's_ criticism on this plate, _Hogarth_ caused the whole of it to be engraved under both this and the next mentioned print, without any comment. 3. _Moses_ brought to _Pharaoh's_ daughter, from a picture at _The Foundling Hospital. Engraved by W. Hogarth and Luke Sullivan._ In the early impressions from this plate (exclusive of its necessary and usual inscription) the words "Published _February_ 5, 1752, according to Act of Parliament," and "_W. Hogarth pinxit_," are found. In subsequent copies they are obliterated; and we have only "Published as the Act directs" in their room. These were left out, however, only to make room for the quotation from Dr. _Warton's_ book already mentioned.[1] [1] It should here be remarked, that the heads of several of the figures in the original, differ widely from those in the engraving. The daughter of the _Egyptian_ Monarch appears to more advantage in the print than on the canvas, for there she resembles a wanton under-actress, who, half-undrest, and waiting for her keeper, employs the interval of time in settling accounts with a washerwoman, who has her bastard at nurse, and has just brought him home to convince her that young _Curl-pated Hugh_ has no shoes to his feet. The colouring of this piece is beneath criticism. I have just been told the head of _Pharaoh's_ daughter was copied from one _Seaton_, a smock-faced youth of our artist's acquaintance: a proper model, no doubt, for an _Eastern_ Princess! _Hogarth_ could not, like _Guido_, draw a _Venus_ from a common porter. * * * * * 1753. 1. _Columbus_ breaking the egg. "_The subscription-ticket to his Analysis._" First payment 5 _s. Hogarth_ published this print as a sarcasm on those artists who had been inclined to laugh at his boasted line of beauty, as a discovery which every one might have made. 2. Analysis of Beauty. Two plates. Mr. _Walpole_ observes, that _Hogarth's_ "samples of grace in a young lord and lady are strikingly stiff and affected. They are a _Bath_ beau and a county beauty." The print is found in three different states. "In the original plate the principal figure represented the present king, then prince, but _Hogarth_ was desired to alter it. The present figure was taken from the last duke of _Kingston_; yet, though like him, is stiff, and far from graceful."[1] In Plate I. Fig. 19. the fat personage drest in a _Roman_ habit, and elevated on a pedestal, was designed, as _Hogarth_ himself acknowledged, for a ridicule on _Quin_ in the character of _Coriolanus. Essex_ the dancing-master is also represented in the act of endeavouring to reduce the graceful attitude of _Antinous_ to modern stiffness. Fig. 20. was likewise meant for the celebrated _Desnoyer_, dancing in a grand ballet. Dr. _Beattie_, speaking of the modes of combination, by which incongruous qualities may be presented to the eye, or the fancy, so as to provoke laughter, observes "A country dance of men and women, like those exhibited by _Hogarth_ in his Analysis of Beauty, could hardly fail to make a beholder merry, whether he believed their union to be the effect of design or accident. Most of those persons have incongruities of their own in their shape, dress, or attitude, and all of them are incongruous in respect of one another; thus far the assemblage displays contrariety or want of relation: and they are all united in the same dance; and thus far they are mutually related. And if we suppose the two elegant figures removed, which might be done without lessening the ridicule, we should not easily discern any contrast of dignity and meanness in the group that remains. "Almost the same remarks might be made on _The Enraged Musician_, another piece of the same great master, of which a witty author quaintly says, that it deafens one to look at it. This extraordinary group forms a very comical mixture of incongruity and relation; of incongruity, owing to the dissimilar employment and appearances of the several persons, and to the variety and dissonance of their respective noises; and of relation, owing to their being all united in the same place, and for the same purpose of tormenting the poor fidler. From the various sounds co-operating to this one end, the piece becomes more laughable, than if their meeting were conceived to be without any particular destination; for the greater number of relations, as well as of contrarieties, that take place in any ludicrous assembly, the more ludicrous it will generally appear. Yet, though this group comprehends not any mixture of meanness and dignity, it would, I think, be allowed to be laughable to a certain degree, merely from the juxta-position of the objects, even though it were supposed to be accidental." Essay on Laughter and Ludicrous Composition, 4to Edit. 608. "I have no new books, alas! to amuse myself or you; so can only return yours of _Hogarth's_ with thanks. It surprized me agreeably; for I had conceived the performance to be a set of prints only, whereas I found a book which I did not imagine _Hogarth_ capable of writing; for in his pencil I always confided, but never imagined his pen would have afforded me so much pleasure. As to his not fixing _the precise degree of obliquity_, which constitutes beauty, I forgive him, because I think the task too hard to be performed literally: but yet he conveys an idea between his pencil and his pen, which makes one conceive his meaning pretty well." Lady _Luxborough's_ Letters, p. 380. I shall here transcribe as much from the _Analysis_ as is necessary to communicate our artist's design relative to the various figures that compose the country-dance in the second plate. The reader who neither possesses the book, nor wishes to accompany the author throughout his technical explanations, may desire some intelligence concerning the present subject. "CHAP. XIV. "OF ATTITUDE. "--As two or three lines at first are sufficient to shew the intention of an attitude, I will take this opportunity of presenting my reader with the sketch of a country-dance, in the manner I began to set out the design; in order to shew how few lines are necessary to express the first thoughts as to different attitudes [see fig. 71. T. p. 2.], which describe, in some measure, the several figures and actions, mostly of the ridiculous kind, that are represented in the chief part of plate II. "The most amiable person may deform his general appearance by throwing his body and limbs into plain lines; but such lines appear still in a more disagreeable light in people of a particular make; I have therefore chose such figures as I thought would agree best with my first score of lines, fig. 71. "The two parts of curves next to 71, served for the old woman and her partner at the farther end of the room. The curve and two strait lines at right angles gave the hint for the fat man's sprawling posture. I next resolved to keep a figure within the bounds of a circle, which produced the upper part of the fat woman between the fat man and the aukward one in a bag-wig, for whom I had made a sort of an X. The prim lady, his partner, in the riding habit, by pecking back her elbows, as they call it, from the waist upwards, made a tolerable D, with a straight line under it, to signify the scanty stiffness of her petticoat; and a Z stood for the singular position the body makes with the legs and thighs of the affected fellow in the tye-wig; the upper part of his plump partner was confined to an O, and this, changed into a P, served as a hint for the straight lines behind.[2] The uniform diamond of a card was filled by the flying dress, &c. of the little capering fellow in the Spencer wig; whilst a double L marked the parallel position of his poking partner's hands and arms [_N. B. This figure was copied from that of an uncouth young female whom_ Hogarth _met with at_ Isleworth _assembly_]: and, lastly, the two waving lines were drawn for the more genteel turns of the two figures at the hither end. "The drawing-room is also ornamented purposely with such statues and pictures as may serve to a farther illustration. _Henry_ VIII. [Fig. 72. P. 2] makes a perfect X with his legs and arms; and the position of _Charles_ [Fig. 51. P. 2.] is composed of less-varied lines than the statue of _Edward_ VI. [Fig. 73. P. 2.]; and the medal over his head is in the like kind of lines; but that over Q. _Elizabeth_, as well as her figure, is in the contrary; so are also the two other wooden figures at the end. Likewise the comical posture of astonishment expressed by following the direction of one plain curve, as the dotted line in a _French_ print of _Sancho_, where Don _Quixote_ demolishes the puppet-show [Fig. 75. R. P. 2], is a good contrast to the effect of the serpentine lines in the fine turn of the _Samaritan_ woman [Fig. 75. L. p. 2.] taken from one of the best pictures _Annibal Carache_ ever painted." Respecting the plate numbered I. there are no variations. In its companion the changes repeatedly made as to the two principal figures are more numerous than I had at first observed. It may, however, be sufficient for me to point out some single circumstance in each, that may serve as a mark of distinction. In the first, the principal female has scarce any string to her necklace; in the second it is lengthened; and still more considerably increased in the third. In the first and second editions also of this plate, between the young lord and his partner (and just under the figure of the man who is pointing out the stateliness of some of K. _Henry_ VIIIth's proportions to a lady), is a vacant easy chair. In the third impression this chair is occupied by a person asleep. I have lately been assured that this country-dance was originally meant to have formed one of the scenes in the _Happy Marriage_. The old gentleman hastening away his daughter, while the servant is putting on his spatter-dashes, seems to countenance the supposition; and having since examined the original sketch in oil, which is in Mr. _Ireland's_ possession, I observe that the dancing-room is terminated by a large old-fashioned bow-window, a circumstance perfectly consistent with the scenery of the wedding described in p. 46, &c. I may add, that in this picture, the couple designed for specimens of grace, appear, not where they stand in the print, but at the upper end of the room: and so little versed was our painter in the etiquette of a wedding-ball, that he has represented the bride dancing with the bridegroom.[3] When _Hogarth_ shewed the original painting, from which this dance has been engraved, to my informant, he desired him to observe a pile of hats in the corner, all so characteristic of their respective owners, that they might with ease be picked out, and given to the parties for whom they were designed. [1] Anecdotes of Painting, 8vo. vol. IV. p. 166. [2] The idea of making human figures conform to the shape of capital letters, is by no means new. Several alphabets of this kind were engraved above 150 years ago. [3] As different fashions, however, prevail at different times, this observation may be wrong. 3. The Political Clyster. _Nahtanoi Tfiws.[1] Dr. O'Gearth sculp. Nll Mrrg. Cht Nf. ndw Lps ec ple &c. &c. shd b. Prgd. See Gulliver's Speech to the Honble. House of Vulgaria in Lilliput._ This was originally published about 1727, or 1728, under the title of "The punishment inflicted on _Lemuel Gulliver_, by applying a _Lilypucian_ Fire Engine to his posteriors for his urinal profanation of the Royal Pallace at _Mildendo_; which was intended as a Frontispiece to his first volume, but omitted. _HogEarth sculp._" The superiority of the impressions thus inscribed is considerable.[2] More than the general idea of this print is stolen from another by _Hellish Breugel_, whom I have already mentioned in a remark on _Beer-street_, and _Gin-lane_. The _Dutchman_ has represented a number of pigmies delivering a huge giant from a load of fæces. His postern is thrust out, like that of _Gulliver_, to favour their operations. _Breugel_ has no less than three prints on this subject, with considerable variations from each other. "When _Hogarth's_ topics were harmless," says Mr. _Walpole_, "all his touches were marked with pleasantry and fun. He never laughed, like _Rabelais_, at nonsense that he imposed for wit; but, like _Swift_, combined incidents that divert one from their unexpected encounter, and illustrate the tale he means to tell. Such are the hens roosting on the upright waves in the scene of the Strollers, and the devils drinking porter on the altar." The print now before us is, however, no very happy exemplification of our critick's remark. [1] Originally mistaken by Mr. _Walpole_ for the name of a _Lilliputian_ painter, but put right in his new edition. [2] The present unmeaning title of this plate, was bestowed on it by its owner, Mr. _Sayer_. * * * * * 1754. 1. Crowns, mitres, maces, &c. A subscription-ticket for the Election entertainment. This print has been already described. See p. 39. The engraved forms of a receipt annexed to it do not always agree. In one copy (which I suppose to be the eldest) it contains an acknowledgement for "Five Shillings, being the first payment for a print representing an Election Entertainment, which I promise to deliver, when finished, on the receipt of five shillings and sixpence more." The second is for "one guinea, being the first payment for four prints of an Election, which I promise, &c. on the receipt of one guinea more." The third for "fifteen shillings, being the first, &c. for three prints, &c. on the payment of sixteen shillings and sixpence more." 2. Frontispiece to _Kirby's_ Perspective.[1] Engraved by _Sullivan_. Satire on false perspective. Motto, "Whoever maketh a design without the knowledge of Perspective, will be liable to such absurdities as are shewn in this frontispiece." The occasion of engraving the plate arose from the mistakes of Sir E. _Walpole_, who was learning to draw without being taught perspective. To point out in a strong light the errors which would be likely to happen from the want of acquaintance with those principles, this design was produced. It was afterwards given to _Kirby_, who dedicated Dr. _Brook Taylor's_ Method of Perspective to Mr. _Hogarth_. The above anecdote is recorded on the authority of the gentleman already mentioned. The plate, after the first quantity of impressions had been taken from it, was retouched, but very little to its advantage. Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original sketch. [1] "This work is in quarto, containing 172 pages, and 51 plates, in the whole; with a frontispiece designed and drawn by Mr. _Hogarth_. 'Tis a humourous piece, shewing the absurdities a person may be liable to, who attempts to draw without having some knowledge in perspective. As the production of that great genius, it is entertaining; and, though abounding with the grossest absurdities possible, may pass and please; otherwise I think it is a palpable insult offered to common sense, and tacitly calling the artists a parcel of egregious blockheads. There is not a finished piece in the book, but the mason's yard and the landscapes; so that I question if the whole of the plates were forty pounds expence. It was first printed for himself at _Ipswich_, dedicated to Mr. _Hogarth_, and published in the year 1754." _Malton_, Appendix to Treatise on Perspective, p. 106. * * * * * 1755. 1. Four prints of an Election.[1] These, by _Hogarth_, came out at different times, _viz._ Plate I. _Feb._ 24, 1755 (inscribed to the Right Hon. _Henry Fox_); Plate II. _Feb._ 20, 1757, (to his Excellency Sir _Charles Hanbury Williams_, Ambassador to the Court of _Russia_); Plate III. _Feb._ 20, 1758, (to the Hon. Sir _Edward Walpole_, Knight of the Bath); Plate IV. _Jan._ 1, 1758, (to the Hon. _George Hay_,[2] one of the Lords Commissioners of the Admiralty). The original pictures are now in the possession of Mrs. _Garrick_, at _Hampton_. The inscription on the banner, "Give us our eleven days," alludes to the alteration of the Style in 1752; in which year, from the 2d to the 14th of _September_, eleven days were not reckoned by act of parliament. In the election-dinner, Mr. _Hogarth_ assured the writer of this paragraph, that there is but one at table intended for a real portrait and that is the _Irish_ gentleman [the present Sir _John Parnell_, nephew to the poet, and remarkable for a very flat nose], who is diverting the company by a face drawn with a burnt cork upon the back of his hand, while he is supposed to be singing--_An old woman cloathed in grey_. This gentleman (then an eminent attorney) begged it as a favour; declaring, at the same time, he was so generally known, that the introduction of his face would be of service to our artist in the sale of his prints at _Dublin_. Notwithstanding _Hogarth's_ assertion, the handsome candidate is pronounced to be the late _Thomas Potter_, esq. and the effigy, seen through the window, with the words "_No Jews_" about its neck, to be meant for the late Duke of _Newcastle_. Of yet another real personage we receive notice, from a pamphlet intituled "The last Blow, or an unanswerable vindication of the Society of _Exeter College_, in reply to the Vice-chancellor Dr. _King_, and the writers of _The London Evening Post_." 4to. 1755. p. 21.--"The next character, to whose merits we would do justice, is the Rev. Dr. _C--ff--t (Cofferat)_. But as it is very difficult to delineate this fellow in colours sufficiently strong and lively, it is fortunate for us and the Doctor, that _Hogarth_ has undertaken that task. In the print of an Election Entertainment, the publick will see the Doctor represented sitting among the freeholders, and zealously eating and drinking for the sake of the New Interest. His venerable and humane aspect will at once bespeak the dignity and benevolence of his heart. Never did alderman at _Guildhall_ devour custard with half such an appearance of love to his country, or swallow ale with so much the air of a patriot. These circumstances the pencil of Mr. _Hogarth_ will undoubtedly make manifest; but it is much to be lamented, that his words also cannot appear in this print, and that the artist cannot delineate that persuasive flow of eloquence which could prevail upon Copyholders to abjure their base tenures, and swear themselves Freeholders. But this oratory (far different from the balderdash of _Tully_ and Dr. _King_, concerning liberty and our country) as the genius of mild ale alone could inspire, this fellow alone could deliver."--The very paper of tobacco, inscribed "_Kirton's_ Best," has its peculiar significance. This man was a tobacconist by St. _Dunstan's_ Church in _Fleet-street_, and ruined his health and constitution, as well as impaired his circumstances, by being busy in the _Oxfordshire_ election of 1754. Plate II. In the painted cloth depending from the sign-post, the height of _The Treasury_ is contrasted with the squat solidity of _The Horse-Guards_, where the arch is so low, that the state-coachman cannot pass through it with his head on; and the turret on the top is so drawn as to resemble a beer-barrel. _Ware_ the architect very gravely remarked, on this occasion, that the chief defect would have been sufficiently pointed out by making the coachman only stoop. He was hurt by _Hogarth's_ stroke of satire. Money is likewise thrown from _The Treasury_ windows, to be put into a waggon, and carried into the country. _George Alexander Stevens_, in his celebrated "Lecture on Heads," exhibited the man with a pot of beer, explaining, with pieces of a tobacco-pipe, how _Porto Bello_ was taken with six ships only. In Plate III. Dr. _Shebbeare_, with fetters on, is prompting the idiot; and in Plate IV. the old Duke of _Newcastle_ appears at a window. A happy parody in the last of these plates may, perhaps, have escaped the notice of common observers. _Le Brun_, in his battle of the _Granicus_, has represented an eagle hovering above the laurel'd helmet of _Alexander. Hogarth_ has painted a goose flying over the periwig'd head of the successful candidate. During the contested _Oxfordshire_ election in 1754, an outrageous mob in the Old Interest had surrounded a post-chaise, and was about to throw it into the river; when Captain _T----_, within-side, shot a chimney-sweeper who was most active in the assault. The captain was tried and acquitted. To this fact _Hogarth_ is supposed to allude in the Monkey riding on the Bear, with a cockade in his hat, and a carbine by his side, which goes off and kills the little sweep, who has clambered up on the wall. The member chaired is said to bear more than an accidental resemblance to Mr. _Dodington_, afterwards Lord _Melcombe_. In 1759 appeared "A Poetical Description of Mr. _Hogarth's_ Election Prints,[3] in four Cantos. Written under Mr. _Hogarth's_ sanction and inspection," which I shall with the less scruple transcribe at large below,[4] as it was originally introduced by the following remarkable advertisement, dated _Cheapside, March_ 1, 1759. "For the satisfaction of the reader, and in justice to the concealed author, I take the liberty, with the permission of Mr. _Hogarth_, to insert in this manner that gentleman's opinion of the following Cantos, which is, 'That the thoughts entirely coincide with his own; that there is a well-adapted vein of humour preserved through the whole; and that, though some of his works have been formerly explained by other hands, yet none ever gave him so much satisfaction as the present performance.' JOHN SMITH." In the second state of the first of these plates few variations are discoverable. The perspective in the oval over the stag's horns is improved. A shadow on the wainscot, proceeding from a supposed window on the left side, is effaced; the hand of the beldam kissing the young candidate, is removed from under her apron, and now dangles by her side: a saltseller is likewise missing from the table. In the first impression also, the butcher who is pouring gin on the broken head of another man, has _For our Country_ on his cockade; in the second we find _Pro Patria_ in its stead. The lemons and oranges that once lay on a paper, by the tub in which the boy is making punch, are taken away; because _Hogarth_, in all probability, had been informed that vitriol, or cream of tartar, is commonly used, instead of vegetable acids, when a great quantity of such liquor is prepared at public houses on public occasions. In the third impression a hat is added to those before on the ground, and another on the bench. The whole plate has also lost much of its former clearness. The original inscription at one corner of it was--"Painted, and _the whole_ engraved by _Wm. Hogarth_."[5] The two Words in _Italicks_ were afterwards effaced. I may here observe, that this performance, in its original state, is by far the most finished and laborious of all _Hogarth's_ engravings. Having been two years on sale (from 1755 to 1757) it was considerably worn before the publication of Plate the second; and was afterwards touched and retouched till almost all the original and finer traces of the burin were either obliterated or covered by succeeding ones. In short, there is the same difference between the earliest and latest impressions, as there was between the first and second state of Sir _John Cutler's_ stockings, which, by frequent mending, from silk degenerated into worsted. I learn also, on the best authority, that our artist, who was always fond of trying to do what no man had ventured to do before him, resolved to finish this plate without taking a single proof from it as he proceeded in his operation. The consequence of his temerity was, that he almost spoiled his performance. When he discovered his folly, he raved, stamped, and swore he was ruined, nor could be prevailed on to think otherwise, till his passion subsided, and a brother artist assisted him in his efforts to remedy the general defect occasioned by such an attempt to perform an impossibility. In Plate II. we meet with a fresh proof of our artist's inattention to orthography; _Party-tool_ (used as a proper name) being here spelt parti-tool. This plate was engraved by _C. Grignion_, and has been retouched, as the upper-row of the lion's teeth are quite obliterated in the second impression. Plate III. The militia (or, as _Hogarth_ spells it, milicia) bill appearing out of the pocket of the maimed voter, is only found in the second impression. This print was engraved by _Hogarth_ and _Le Cave_.[6] The dead man, whom they are bringing up as a voter, alludes to an event of the same kind that happened during the contested election between _Bosworth_ and _Selwyn_. "Why," says one of the clerks, "you have brought us here a dead man."--"Dead!" cries the bringer; "dead as you suppose him, you shall soon hear him vote for _Bosworth_." On this, a thump was given to the body, which, being full of wind, emitted a sound that was immediately affirmed to be a distinct, audible, and good vote for the candidate already mentioned.--This circumstance, however, might have reference to the behaviour of the late Dr. _Barrowby_, who persuaded a dying patient he was so much better, that he might venture with him in his chariot to go and poll for Sir _George Vandeput_ in _Covent-Garden_. The unhappy voter took his physician's advice, but expired in an hour after his return from the hustings. "If _Hogarth_," says Mr. _Walpole_, "had an emblematic thought, he expressed it with wit, rather than by a symbol. Such is that of the whore setting fire to the world in _The Rake's Progress_. Once indeed he descended to use an allegoric personage, and was not happy in it. In one of his Election prints [plate III.] _Britannia's_ chariot breaks down, while the coachman and footman are playing at cards on the box." In the second impressions of Plate IV.[7] (which was engraved by _W. Hogarth_ and _F. Aviline_) the shadow on the sun-dial, denoting the hour, and the word indintur (commonly spelt indenture) on the scroll hanging out at the attorney's window, are both added. The fire from the gun is also continued farther; the bars of the church-gate are darkened; and the upper sprigs of a tree, which were bare at first, are covered with leaves. By these marks, the unskilful purchaser may distinguish the early from the later impressions. I forbear therefore to dwell on more minute variations. The ruined house adjoining to the attorney's, intimating that nothing can thrive in the neighbourhood of such vermin, is a stroke of satire that should not be overlooked. The publick were so impatient for this set of prints, that _Hogarth_ was perpetually hastening his coadjutors, changing some, and quarrelling with others. Three of the plates therefore were slightly executed, and soon needed the reparations they have since received. The following curious address appeared in the _Public Advertiser_ of _Feb._ 28, 1757. "Mr. _Hogarth_ is obliged to inform the subscribers to his Election Prints, that the three last cannot be published till about _Christmas_ next, which delay is entirely owing to the difficulties he has met with to procure able hands to engrave the plates; but that he neither may have any more apologies to make on such an account, nor trespass any further on the indulgence of the public by encreasing a collection already sufficiently large, he intends to employ the rest of his time in portrait-painting; chiefly this notice seems more necessary, as several spurious and scandalous prints[8] have lately been published in his name. "All Mr. _Hogarth's_ engraved works are to be had at his house in _Leicester-fields_, separate or together; as also his Analysis of Beauty, in 4to. with two explanatory prints, price 15_s._ With which will be delivered gratis, an eighteen-penny pamphlet published by _A. Miller_, called _The Investigator_, written in opposition to the principles laid down in the above Analysis of Beauty, by _A. R._,[9] a friend to Mr. _Hogarth_, an eminent portrait-painter now of _Rome_." The foregoing advertisement appears to have been written during the influence of a fit of spleen or disappointment, for nothing else could have dictated to our artist so absurd a resolution as that of quitting a walk he had trod without a rival, to re-enter another in which he had by no means distinguished himself from the herd of common painters. [1] I learn from _The Grub-street Journal_ for _June_ 13, 1734, that the same subject had been attempted by an earlier hand, under the title of _The Humours of a Country Election_. The description of some of the compartments of this work (which I have not seen) bears particular resemblance to the scenes represented by _Hogarth_. "The candidates very complaisant to a _Country Clown_, &c."--"The candidates making an entertainment for the electors and their wives.--At the upper end of the table the _Parson_ of the Parish, &c." [2] The intimate friend of _Hogarth_, at that time a Commissioner of the Admiralty; afterwards Sir _George Hay_, knight, Dean of the Arches, Judge of the Prerogative Court, and also of the High Court of Admiralty, who died _October_ 6, 1778, aged 63. He was possessed of several of _Hogarth's_ paintings, which are now the property of Mr. _Edwards_, and have been mentioned in p. 98. Our honourable Judge has the following character in a work of great authority. On the trial of her Grace the Duchess of _Kingston_, for bigamy, before the House of Lords, in _April_ 1776, the present Lord Chancellor _Thurlow_ (then Attorney-General) thus speaks of Sir _George_ as a judge:--"The most loose and unconsidered notion, escaping in any manner from that able and excellent judge, should be received with respect, and certainly will; if the question were my own, with the choice of my court, I should refer it to his decision." State Trials, XI. 221. [3] "Things unattempted yet in prose or rhime." MILTON. [4] CANTO I. _The_ HUMOURS _of an_ ELECTION ENTERTAINMENT. Oh, born our wonder to engage! HOGARTH, thou mirror of the age! Permit a Bard, though screen'd his name, To court the sanction of your fame; Pursue your genius, taste, and art, And knowledge of the human heart: Just as your pencil, could my pen But trace the various ways of men; Express the tokens of the mind, The humours, follies, of mankind; Then might Thyself this verse regard, Nor deem beneath the task the bard: Yet, though unfit, perhaps unknown, I supplicate thy aid alone: Let others all the Nine inspire, Do Thou, O _Hogarth_, tune my lyre! Let o'er my thoughts thy spirit shine, And thy vast fancy waken mine: I feel the genuine influence now! It glows!--my great _Apollo_ Thou! The Writs are issued:--to the Town The future Members hasten down; The merry bells their welcome sound, And mirth and jollity abound, The gay retinue now comes in, The crouds, with emulative din, Proclaim th' arrival, rend the sky, And _Court_ and _Country's_ all the cry. Each joyous house, of free access, For patriot plebeians, more or less, Is now reveal'd, in printed bills; So quacks contrive to vend their pills. So _Bayes_ makes Earth, and Sun, and Moon, Discourse melodiously in tune; And, full of wit and complaisance, Cry, "First of all we'll have a dance!" So at Elections 'tis discreet Still first of all to have a treat; The pulse of every man to try, And learn what votes they needs must _buy_; No freeman well can tell his side, Unless his belly's satisfied. Behold the festive tables set, The Candidates, the Voters met! And lo, against the wainscot plac'd, Th' escutcheon, with three guineas grac'd, The motto and the crest explain, Which way the gilded bait to gain. There _William's_ mangled portrait tells What rage in party bosoms dwells; And here the banner speaks the cry For "Liberty and Loyalty." While scratches dignify his face, The tipsy Barber tells his case; How well he for his Honour fought! How many devilish knocks he got! While, forc'd to carry on the joke, The 'Squire's just blinded with the smoke; And gives his hand (for all are free) To one that's cunninger than he: With smart cockade, and waggish laugh, He thinks himself more wise by half. See _Crispin_, and his blouzy _Kate_, Attack the other Candidate! What joy he feels her head to lug! "Well done, my _Katy!_ coaxing pug!" But who is this pray?--_Abel Squatt_-- What has the honest Quaker got? Why, presents for each voter's lady, To make their interest sure and steady: For right and well their Honours know What things the Petticoat can do. Discordant sounds now grate the ear, For music's hir'd to raise the cheer; And fiddling _Nan_ brisk scrapes her strings, While _Thrumbo's_ bass loud echoing rings, And _Sawney's_ bagpipes squeaking trill "God save the King," or what you will. Music can charm the savage breast, And lull the fiercest rage to rest; But _Sawney's_ face bespeaks it plain, That vermin don't regard the strain; A creature, well to _Scotchmen_ known, Now nips him by the collar-bone: Ah, luckless louse! in ambush lie, Or, by St. _Andrew_, you must die! Ye vers'd in men and manners! tell Why Parsons always eat so well! Catch they the spirit from the Gown, To cram so many plate-fulls down? The feast is o'er with all the rest, But Mayor and Parson still contest: I'll hold a thousand!--Lay the bett-- The odds are on the Parson yet: Huzza! the Black-gown wins the day!-- The Mayor with oysters dies away!--[A] But softly, don't exult so fast, His spirit's noble to the last; His mouth still waters at the dish; His hand still holds his favourite fish: Bleed him the Barber-surgeon wou'd; He breathes a vein, but where's the blood? No more it flows its wonted pace, And chilly dews spread o'er his face: The Parson sweats; but be it told, The sweat is more from heat than cold: "Bring me the chafing-dish!" he cries; 'Tis brought; the savoury fumes arise: "My last tit-bit's delicious so; Can oysters vie with venison?"--No. Behold, through sympathy of face, (In life a very common case) His Lordship gives the fidler wine! "Come, brother _Chinny!_ yours and mine:" And o'er a pretty girl confest, The Alderman, see! toasts "the best." Ye hearty cocks! who feel the gout, Yet briskly push the glass about, Observe, with crutch behind his chair, Your honest brother _Chalkstone_ there! His phiz declares he seems to strain; Perhaps the gravel gives him pain: But be it either that or this, One thing is certain--he's at * * * *, A wag, the merriest in the town, Whose face was never meant to frown, See, at his straining makes a scoff! And, singing, takes his features off; While clowns, with joy and wonder, stare, "Gad-zookers! _Roger_, look ye there!" The busy Clerk the Taylor plies, "Vote for his Honour, and be wise: These yellow-boys are all your own!" But he, with puritanic tone, Cries, "_Satan!_ take thy bribes from me; Why this were downright perjury!" His wife, with all-sufficient tongue, For rage and scandal glibly hung, Replies, "Thou blockhead! gold refuse, When here's your child in want of shoes!" But hark! what uproar strikes the ear! Th' opposing mob, incens'd, draw near: Their waving tatter'd ensigns see! Here "Liberty and Property:" A label'd _Jew_ up-lifted high; There "Marry all, and multiply." These, these, are patrotic scenes! But not a man knows what he means. The jordan drives their zeal to cool, With added weight of three-legg'd stool; But all in vain; and who can't eat, Now sally out the foe to beat; For glory be the battle try'd; Huzza! my boys, the _yellow_ side. Observe the loyal work begin, And stones and brick-bats enter in! That knocks a rustic veteran down; This cracks the Secretary's crown; His minute-book, of special note, For every sure, and doubtful vote, Now tumbles; ink the table dyes, And backward poor Pill-Garlick lies. The Butcher, one who ne'er knew dread, A Surgeon turns for t'other's head; His own already broke and bound, Yet with _pro patria_ decked around. Behold what wonders gin can do, External and internal too! He thinks a plaster but a jest; All cure with what they like the best: Pour'd on, it sooths the patient's pain; Pour'd in, it makes him fight again. His toes perchance pop out his shoe, Yet he's a patriot through and through; His lungs can for his party roar, As loud as twenty men, or more. Ye courtiers! give your _Broughton_ praise; The hero of your eleven days, 'Tis his to trim th'opposers round, And bring their standard to the ground. The waiting-boy, astonish'd, eyes What gin the new-turn'd quack applies; And fills a tub, that glorious punch May make amends for blow and hunch. But stop, my lad, put in no more, For t'other side are near the door; Nor will their conscience deem it sin, To guzzle all, if once they're in. Reader, perhaps thy peaceful mind Is not to noise or blood inclin'd; Then, lest some hurt should happen quick, For see a sword! and many a stick! We'll leave this inn, with all my heart, And hasten to the second part. CANTO II. CANVASSING _for_ VOTES. Free'd from the madness of the throng, Now, gentle Reader, come along; A broken head's no clever joke-- Sir, welcome to _The Royal Oak_; Together let us look about---- We'll find that Show-cloth's meaning out. Satire! 'tis thine, with keenest dart, To shoot the follies of the heart; And, issuing from the press or stage, Reclaim the vain, the culprit age! From _Rich's_ dome, of grand renown, To thatch-torn barn, in country town; From _Garrick_, monarch of his art, To _Punch_, so comical and smart; Satire delights, in every sphere, To make men laugh at what they _are_: "Walk in, the only show in town; _Punch_ candidate for _Guzzle-down_!" There see the pile, in modern taste, On top with tub-like turret grac'd! Where the cramp'd entrance, like some shed, Knocks off the royal driver's head; Lives there a Wit but what will cry, "An arch so _low_ is mighty _high_!" See from the Treasury flows the gold, To shew that those who're _bought_ are _sold_! Come, Perjury, meet it on the road, 'Tis all your own; a waggon-load. Ye party-tools, ye courtier-tribe, Who gain no vote without a bribe, Lavishly kind, yet insincere, Behold in _Punch_ yourselves appear! And you, ye fools, who poll for pay, Ye little great men of a day; For whom your favourite will not care, Observe how much bewitch'd you are! Yet hush!--for see his Honour near;-- Truly, a pretty amorous leer: The ladies both look pleasant too; "Purchase some trinkets of the _Jew_." One points to what she'd have him buy; The other casts a longing eye; And _Shylock_, money-loving soul, Impatient waits to touch the cole: But here's a Porter; what's the news?-- Ha, ha, a load of billet-doux! Humbly to sue th' Electors' favour, With vows of _Cato_-like behaviour; And how the Borough he'll espouse, When once a Member of the House: Though wiser folks will lay a bet, His promises he'll then forget. But pray your Honour condescend An eye on kneeling _Will_ to lend; Grant to the fair the toys they chuse, And what the letter says, peruse: "To _Timothy Parti-tool_, Esquire."-- Your title may in time be higher. Ha, who stands here?--'Tis Farmer _Rye_, A man of cunning, by the bye; In times like this a mighty stirrer,-- Of some small interest in the Borough. Which side? you ask--the question's well, But more, as yet, than he can tell. The _hosts_ of either party try; To both he casts a _knowing_ eye. "Sir, I'm commission'd by the 'Squire-- Your company they all desire: My house contains near half the town-- 'Tis just at hand, Sir;--'tis _The Crown._" Then t'other cries, "Sure I first spoke-- This inn is mine!--_The Royal Oak_-- Sir, here's his Honour's invitation; The greatest Patriot in the nation." Which party shall the voter take, Since both the same pretentions make? The same?--sure not--for see each hand! Aye, now he seems to understand: _The Crown_ Host fees him o'er his arm; But t'other tips the stronger charm. One, two, three, four--the jobb is done-- Troth, cunning _Fatty_, you have won; Success in that sly glance is shown; The honest Farmer's all your own: But don't exult; for, being loth To disoblige, he takes from both. Oh, _Britain_! favourite Isle of Heaven, When to thy Sons shall Peace be given? The treachery of the _Gallic_ shore Makes even thy wooden lions roar. That royal beast, who many a league At sea hath sail'd with vengeance big! And oft has scar'd the hostile coast, Tho' fix'd in _Inn-Yard_, like a post, Still keeps his furious power in use; Devouring of the _Flower-de-luce_. How certain those expanded paws! How dreadful those extended jaws! Behind him sits the Hostess fair, Counting her cash with earned care; While at the door the Grenadier Inspects her with a cunning leer; As who should say, "When we're alone, Some part of that will be my own!" But who are those two in the Bar? Guttlers I fancy--that they are; The fowl to Him's a noble feast; He sure makes mouths, to mock the beast; And t'other hopes to find relief, By eating half the round of beef. From _George_, who wears the _British_ crown, To the remotest country clown, The love of politics extends, And oft makes foes of nearest friends. The Cobler and the Barber there, That born to frown, and this to stare, Both positive, you need not doubt, Will argue till they both fall out. "Well," says the Tonsor, "now we'll try, Who's in the right, yourself or I: One moment let your tongue be still, Or else be judg'd by _Johnny Hill: Vernon_ he thought a glorious fellow, Which made him put up _Porto Bello_. I'll teach you reason, if I can-- I should though shave the Gentleman; But never mind it, let him wait;-- These bits of pipe the case shall state"-- "Drink," cries the Cobler, "I'm adry; Pshaw, damn your nonsense, what care I? I told you first, and all along, I'll lay this cole you're in the wrong; I hope his worship will excuse, I should, though, carry home his shoes." "Well, well," the Barber makes reply, "Election-time puts business by: Only six ships our Admiral had; A very slender force, egad; What then? our dumplings gave them sport:-- Here stood one castle; there the fort."-- "'Sblood," cries the Cobler, "go to school, You half-learn'd, half-starv'd, silly fool! I tell you, Barber, 'tis not true; Sure I can see as much as you." But hark, what noise our ears assails! A distant, loud huzza, prevails; Ha, ha, they're at their wonted sport; That was a gun, by the report: Behold the rabble at _The Crown_! "Damn, damn, th' Excise; we'll have it down." And all the while, poor simple elves, They little think 'twill crush themselves. Danger again may wait our stay, So, courteous Reader, come away. CANTO III. POLLING _at the_ HUSTINGS. _Swift_, reverend wag, _Ierne's_ pride, Who lov'd the comic rein to guide, Has told us, "Gaolers, when they please, Let out their flock, to rob for fees." From this sage hint, in needful cases, The wights, who govern other places, Let out their crew, for private ends, _Ergo_, to serve themselves and friends. Behold, here gloriously inclin'd, The Sick, and Lame, the Halt, and Blind! From Workhouse, Gaol, and Hospital, Submiss they come, true Patriots all! But let's get nearer, while we stay,-- Good Master Constable, make way! "Hoi! keep the passage clear and fair;-- I'll break your shins!--stand backward there; What! won't you let the Pollers come:"-- Reader, they think us so--but _mum_. Now praise and prejudice expand, In printed bills, from hand to hand; One tells, the 'Squire's a man of worth; Generous and noble from his birth: Another plainly makes appear, "Some circumstance, in such a year." The voice of Scandal's sure to wait, Or true, or false, each Candidate. Observe the waving flags applied, To let Free-holders know their side! Hark, at each vote exult the crew! "_Yellow!_ Huzza!--Huzza! the _Blue!_" Whoe'er has walk'd through _Chelsea_ town, Which Buns and Charity renown, Has many a College Veteran seen, With scar-seam'd face, and batter'd mien, But here's a theme for future story! Survey that Son of _Mars_ before ye! Was ever Pensioner like him?-- What, almost robb'd of every limb! Only one arm, one leg, one thigh; Gods! was that man design'd to die? Inspect his ancient, war-like face! See, with what surly, manly grace, He gives the Clerk to understand His meaning, with his wooden hand! Perhaps in _Anna's_ glorious days, His courage gain'd immortal praise: _Britons_, a people brave and rough, That time lov'd fighting well enough; And, glad their native land to aid, Leg-making was a thriving trade; But now we from ourselves depart, And war's conducted with new art; Our Admirals, Generals, learn to run, And Leg-makers are all undone. Still he's an open, hearty blade, Pleas'd with his sword, and gay cockade: Unbrib'd he votes; and 'tis his pride; He always chose the honest side. You think he seems of man but half, But, witty Clerk, suppress your laugh; His heart is in its usual place, And that same hook may claw your face. How learnedly that Lawyer pleads! "A vote like this, Sir, ne'er succeeds; The naked hand should touch the book; Observe h'as only got a hook." "Sir," cries the other, "that's his hand;" (Quibbles, like you, I understand) "And be it either flesh or wood, By Heavens! his vote is very good." Wise Counsellor! you reason right, You'll gain undoubted credit by't; But please to turn your head about, And find that Idiot's meaning out; Dismiss the Whisperer from his chair, 'Tis quite illegal, quite unfair; Though shackles on his legs are hung, Those shackles can't confine his tongue; Methinks I hear him tell the Nisey, "Be sure to vote as I advise ye; My writings shew I'm always right; The nation sinks; we're ruin'd quite _America's_ entirely lost; The _French_ invade our native coast; Our Ministers won't keep us free;--- You know all this as well as me. All men of parts are out of place; 'Tis mine, 'tis many a wise man's case; And though so _Cato_-like I write, I ne'er shall get a farthing by't." Good Clerk, dispatch them quick, I pray: How easy fools are led astray! He thinks th' insinuation's true, As all the race of Idiots do. But who comes here? Ha, one just dead, Ravish'd from out th' infirmary's bed; Through racking follies sad and sick, Yet to the cause he'll ever stick; Tie the groat favour on his cap, And die True Blue, whate'er may hap. Oh, Vice! through life extends thy reign: When Custom fixes thy domain, Not _Wesley's_ cant, nor _Whitfield's_ art, Can chace thee from th' envelop'd heart! Behold that wretch! whom _Venus_ knows Has in her revels lost his nose; Still with that season'd Nurse he toys; As erst indulges sensual joys; Can drink, and crack a bawdy joke, And still can quid, as well as smoke. But, Nurse, don't smile so in his face; Sure this is not a proper place; Take from your duggs his hand away, And mind your sick-charge better, pray; Consider, if his faithful side Should hear that in their cause he died, They'd be so much enrag'd, I vow, They'd punish you!--the Lord knows how. Beside, you take up too much room, That boy-led Blind-man wants to come; And 'scap'd from wars, and foreign clutches, An Invalid's behind on crutches. The man whose fortune suits his wish, A glutton at each favourite dish; Who, when o'er venison, ne'er will spare it, And washes down some rounds with claret; That man will have a portly belly, And be of consequence, they tell ye; Grandeur shall 'tend his air and gait, And make him like--that Candidate: Observe him on the hustings sit! Fatigu'd, he sweats, or seems to sweat; Scratching his pate, with shook-back wig, And puffs, and blows, extremely big: Perhaps that paper hints about Votes, whose legality's a doubt; And will by scrutiny be try'd, Unless they're on the proper side. Stiff as if _Rackstraw_,[B] fam'd for skill, For genius, taste, or what you will, With temper'd plaister, stood in haste, From his set face to form the cast; Resting on oak-stick stedfastly, The other would-be Member see! Struck with his look, so fix'd and stout, That Wag resolves to sketch it out; Laughing, they view the pencil'd phiz.-- "'Tis very like him--that it is." Hark to yon hawker with her songs! "The Gallows shall redress our wrongs!" I warrant, wrote in humourous style; The hearers laugh; the readers smile. And lo, although so thick the rout, They've room to push the glass about! Variety her province keeps; One Beadle watches; t'other sleeps. But see that chariot! who rides there? _Britannia_, Sir, a lady fair: To her celestial charms are given; Ador'd on earth, beloved in heaven; Her frown makes nations dread a fall; Her smile gives joy and life to all. Too generous, merciful, and kind; Her Servants won't their duty mind; Neither their Mistress' call regards; Their study's how to cheat at cards; The reins of power, oh, indiscreet! They trample, careless, under feet; Th' unguided coursers neigh and spurn, And ah, the car must overturn! Just gods, forbid!--there's comfort yet! For, lo, how near that saving PITT! Sure Heaven design'd her that resource, To stop her venal servants course; Her peace and safety to restore, And keep from dangers evermore. Ha! see, yon distant cavalcade! Exulting crowds, and flags display'd! Let's to the bridge our foot-steps bend-- So cheek by jole, along, my friend. CANTO IV. CHAIRING _the_ MEMBERS. "Huzza! the Country! not the Court!"--. Your Honour can't have better sport; In old arm-chair aloft you soar-- No Candidate can wish for more. Th' election's got, the day's your own, And be to all their member known! Ye Moths of an exalted size! Ye sage Historians, learn'd and wise! Who pore on leaves of old tradition; Vers'd in each prætor exhibition; Tell me if, 'midst the spoils of age, And relicks of the moulder'd page, You e'er found why this aukward state Must 'tend the man who'd fain be great! When _Alexander_, Glory's son, Enter'd in triumph _Babylon_, Hear ancient annals make confession, How aggrandiz'd was his procession! But this is _Skymington_, I trow!---- Yet Time proclaims _We must_[C] do so. It sure was meant to make folks stare, "Like cloths hung out at country fair: Where painted monsters rage and grin, To draw the gaping bumpkins in."[D] _Minerva's_ sacred bird's an owl; Our candidate's, behold, a fowl! From which we readily suppose (As now his generous Honour's chose) His voice he'll in the Senate use; And cackle, cackle, like--a goose. But, hark ye! you who bear this load Of patriot worth along the road, Methinks you make his Honour lean; Be careful, Sirs!--Zounds! what d' ye mean? Off flies his hat, back leans his chair, And dread of falling makes him stare. His Lady, fond to see him ride, With Nurse and _Black-moor_ at her side, In church-yard stands to view the sight, And at his danger's in a fright. "Alack, alack, she faints away!" "The hartshorn, _Ora_--quick, I say!" See, at yon house th' opposing party Enjoy the joke, with laughter hearty! "Well done, my boys--now let him fall; Here's gin and porter for you all!" But let's find whence this came about: Ha, lo, that Thresher bold and stout! How, like a hero, void of dread, He aims to crack that sailor's head! While, with the purchase of the stroke, Behind, the bearer's pate is broke: The sailor too resolves to drub, Wrathful he sways the ponderous club; Who to stir up his rage shall dare? He'll fight for ever--for his Bear. Sir _Hudibras_ agreed, Bear-baiting Was carnal, and of man's creating; But, had he like that Thresher done, I'll hold a wager, ten to one, His knighthood had not kept him safe; That Tar had trimm'd both him and _Ralph_. In fighting _George's_ glorious battles, To save our liberties and chattels; Commanded by some former _Howe_, Ordain'd to make proud _Gallia_ bow, A cannon-ball took off his leg: What then? he scorns, like some, to beg; That muzzled beast is taught to dance, That Ape to ape the beaux of _France_; The countryfolks admire the sport, And small collections pay him for't. Sailors and Soldiers ne'er agree;-- There's difference twixt the Land and Sea; He, willing not a jest shall 'scape, In uniform riggs out his Ape:-- From which we reasonably infer An Ape may be an Officer. But, hey-day! more disasters still? Turn quick thy head, bold sailor _Will_. In vain that fellow, on his Ass, Attempts to Hogs at home to pass, The hungry Bear, who thinks no crime To feast on guts at any time, Arrests the garbage in the tub, And with his snout begins to grub. Pray is it friendly, honest brother, That one Ass thus should ride another? The beast seems wearied with his toil, And, like the bear, would munch a while. The good wife thought that every pig Should in the wash, then coming, swig; And went industriously to find Her family of the hoggish kind; But, oh, unhappy fate to tell! Behind the Thresher down she fell: Indeed the wonder were no more, Had she, by chance, fall'n down before: Away the sow affrighted runs, Attended by her little ones: Those gruntings to each other sounding; This squeaking shrill, through fear of drowning. "The lamb thou doom'st to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, wou'd he play?"[E] And did that Bear know he'd be beat, Would he from out that firkin eat? The Ass's rider lifts his stick; Take out your nose, old _Bruin_, quick; A grin of vengeance arms his face, Presaging torture, and disgrace. The Ape, who dearly loves to ride On _Bruin's_ back, in martial pride, Dejected at the sad occasion, Looks up, with soft commiseration; As if to speak, "Oh, spare my friend! Avert that blow you now intend!" 'Tis complaisant, good-natur'd too;-- Much more than many Apes would do. Observe the chimney-sweepers, there! On gate-post, how they laugh and stare; Those bones, and emblematic skull, Have no effect to make them dull; Pleas'd they adorn the death-like head With spectacles of gingerbread. When _London_ city's bold train-band[F] March, to preserve their track of land, Each val'rous heart the _French_ defying, While drums are beating, colours flying, How many accidents resound From _Tower-hill_ to th' _Artillery-ground!_ Perhaps some hog, in frisky pranks, Unluckily breaks through their ranks, And makes the captain storm and swear, To _form_ their soldiers, _as they were_: Or else the wadding, which they ram, Pop into some one's ear they jam; Or not alert at gun and sword, When their commander gives the word To fire, amidst the dust and clamour, Forget to draw their desperate rammer; And one or two brave comrades hit, As cooks fix larks upon a spit. That Monkey's sure not of the reg'ment, Yet still his arms should have abridgement; The little, aukward, martial figure, Will wriggle till he pulls the trigger: 'Tis done--and see the bullet fly!-- Pop down, you rogue! or else you'll die. Survey, as merry as a grig, The Fiddler dancing to his jig! No goat, by good St. _David_ rear'd, Could ever boast more length of beard: 'Tis his to wait on Master _Bruin_, And tune away to all he's doing; You think this strange, but 'tis no more, Than _Orpheus_ did in days of yore; With modern fiddlers so it fares; They often scratch to dancing-bears. He took to scraping in his prime, And plays in tune, as well as time; Elections cheer his merry heart; Sure always then to _play_ his _part_: In toping healths as great a soaker As executing _Ally Croaker_. Tho' some Musicians scarce can touch The strings, if drunk a glass too much; Yet he'll tope ale, or stout _October_, And scrape as well when drunk, as sober. Lo, on yon stone which shows the way. That travellers mayn't go astray; And tells how many miles they lag on, From _London_, in the drawling waggon, A Soldier sits, in naked buff! In troth, Sir, this is odd enough! His head bound up, his sword-blade broken, And flesh with many a bloody token, Declare he fought extremely well; But which had best on't, who can tell? If he were victor, 'tis confest, To be so maul'd makes bad the best: What though he smart, he likes the jobb; 'Tis _great_ to head a party-mob. But what reward for all he did?-- Oh, Sir, he'll never want a--_quid_. There's somewhat savory in the wind-- Those Courtiers, Friend, have not yet din'd: Their true ally, grave _Puzzle-cause_, A man right learned in the laws, (Whose meagre clerk below can't venture, And wishes damn'd the long indenture), As custom bids, prepares the dinner, For, though they've lost, yet he's the winner. See, the domestic train appear! Old _England_ bringing up the rear! Curse on their stomachs, who can't brook Good _English_ fare, from _English_ cook! Observe lank Monsieur, in amaze, Upon the valiant soldier gaze! "Morbleu! you love de fight, ve see, But dat is no de dish for ve." Behold, above, that azure garter-- Look, now he whispers, like a tartar; By button fast he holds the other, The lost election makes a pother. "All this parade is idle stuff-- We know our interest well enough-- We still support what we espouse; We'll bring the matter in the _House_." Of some wise man, perhaps philosopher, (If not, it flings the vice a gloss over) I've read, who, Maudlin-like, would cry Soon as he 'ad drunk his barrel dry: Yon fellow, certain as a gun, Of that Philosopher's a Son: Long as the pot the beer could scoop, He scorn'd, like swine, to trough to stoop; But, now 'tis shallow, kneels devout, Eager to suck the last drop out. Vociferous Loyalty's a-dry, And, lo, they bear a fresh supply! That all the mob may roar applause, And know they'll never starve the cause. When grey-mare proves the better horse, The man is mis'rable of course; That Taylor leads a precious life-- Look at the termagant his wife, She pays him sweetly o'er the head;-- "Get home, you dog, and get your bread; Shall I have nothing to appear in, While you get drunk electioneering?" See from the Town-hall press the crowd, While rustic Butchers ring aloud! There, lo, their cap of liberty! Here t'other side in effigy! A notable device, to call The Courtier party blockheads all: Aloft True-Blue, their ensign, flies, And acclamations rend the skies. Reflect, my friend, and judge from thence. How idle this extreme expence; What mighty sums are thrown away, To be the pageant of the day! In vain Desert implores protections; The Rich are fonder of Elections. Th' ambitious Peer, the Knight, the 'Squire, Can buy the Borough they desire; Yet see, with unassisting eye, Arts fade away, and Genius die. Tir'd with the applauding, and the sneering, And all that's styl'd Electioneering, I think to take a little tour, And likely tow'rd the _Gallic_ shore; The Muse, to whom we bear no malice, Invites me to the Gate of _Calais_.[G] That gate to which a knight of worth, 'Yclep'd _Sir Loin_, of _British_ birth, Advanc'd, though not in hostile plight, And put their army in a fright. But more it fits not, here to tell, So, courteous Reader, fare thee well. [A] In _The European Magazine_ for the month of _Oct._ 1784, appears a letter on the subject of Painting, signed C. I. F. which contains the following extraordinary criticism on the circumstance here described. "Our own inimitable _Hogarth_ has, in some of his latter pieces, grossly violated this rule; and, for the sake of crowding his piece with incidents, has represented what could not happen at all. "In his representation of an Election Feast, he has placed a man at the end of the table with an oyster still upon his fork, and his fork in his hand, though his coat must have been stripped up from his arm after he took it up, by the surgeon, who has made an ineffectual attempt to let him blood. Supposing gluttony to have so far absorbed all the persons present, even at the end of a feast, as that none of them should pay the least attention to this incident, which is, if not impossible, improbable in the highest degree, they must necessarily have been alarmed at another incident that is represented as taking place at the same moment: a great stone has just broke through the window, and knocked down one of the company, who is exhibited in the act of falling; yet every one is represented as pursuing his purpose with the utmost tranquillity." I must entreat my reader to examine the print, before I can expect belief, when I assure him, that for this criticism there is not the slightest foundation.--The magistrate is bled in the right arm, which is bared for that purpose, by stripping the coat-sleeve from it.--It is in his left hand that he holds the fork with the oyster on it, his coat-sleeve being all the while on his left arm.--As to the attention of the company, it is earnestly engaged by different objects; and _Hogarth_ perhaps designed to insinuate that accidents, arising from repletion or indigestion, are too common at election dinners to attract notice or excite solicitude.--The brickbat has not noisily forced its way through a window, but was thrown in at a casement already open; and a moment must have elapsed before an event so instantaneous could be perceived in an assembly, every individual of which had his distinct avocation. Of this moment our artist has availed himself. Till, therefore, the accident was discovered, he has, with the utmost propriety, left every person present to pursue his former train of thought or amusement. [B] The ingenious artist in _Fleet-street_, well known to the learned and ingenious, by his excellence in taking Busts from the Life, and casts from Anatomical Dissections. [C] See the Dial in Plate IV. [D] See the Prologue to a farce called "The Male Coquette." [E] See _Pope's_ Essay on Man. [F] This passage will, perhaps, be better illustrated by the following paragraph, printed in a daily paper called "The Citizen:"--"_Saturday_ last, being the first day of _August_ Old Stile, the Artillery Company marched according to custom once in three years (called _Barnes's March_, by which they hold an estate): they went to Sir _George Whitmore's_, and took a dunghill. As they were marching through _Bunhill-Row_, a large hog ran between a woman's legs and threw her down, by which accident the ranks were broke, which put the army in the utmost confusion before they could recover." [G] See above, p. 295. [5] The _earliest impressions_ of this plate in its second state, have the same inscription. [6] _Morellon Le Cave_. Mr. _Walpole_, in his catalogue of _English_ engravers, (octavo edit.) professes to know no more of this artist than that he was "a scholar of _Picart_" and "did a head of Dr. _Pococke_ before _Twells's_ edition of the Doctor's works." In the year 1739, however, he engraved _Captain Coram_, &c. at the head of the Power of Attorney, &c. (a description of which see p. 254. of the present work) and afterwards was _Hogarth's_ coadjutor in this third of his Election plates. At the bottom of it he is only styled _Le Cave_. [7] Some of these scenes having been reversed by the engraver, the figures in them are represented as using their left hands instead of their right. [8] Query, what were the scandalous prints to which he alludes? [9] This _A. R._ was _Allan Ramsay_, but having never met with his performance, I can give no account of it. * * * * * 1756. 1. _France_ and _England_, two plates; both etched by himself. Under them are the following verses, by Mr. _Garrick_: PLATE I. FRANCE. With lanthern jaws, and croaking gut, See how the half-starv'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. 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. 2. The Search Night, a copy. _J. Fielding sculp._ 21_st March_, 1756.[1] "_A very bad print, and I believe an imposition_." On this plate are sixteen stupid verses, not worth transcribing. It was afterwards copied again in two different sizes in miniature, and printed off on cards, by _Darly_, in 1766. The original, in a small oval, was an impression taken from the top of a silver tobacco-box; engraved by _Hogarth_ for one Captain _Johnson_, and never meant for publication. [1] There is also a copy of this print, engraved likewise by _Fielding_, and dated _August_ 11, 1746. * * * * * 1758. 1. His own portrait,[1] sitting, and painting the Muse of Comedy; Head profile, in a cap. The Analysis of Beauty on the floor. _W. Hogarth, serjeant-painter to his Majesty._ The face engraved by _W. Hogarth_. I should observe, that when this plate was left with the person employed to furnish the inscription, he, taking the whole for the production of our artist, wrote "Engraved by _W. Hogarth_" under it. _Hogarth_, being conscious that the face only had been touched by himself, added, with his own hand, "_The Face_" Engraved, &c. In the second impression "The Face Engraved by _W. Hogarth_" is totally omitted. In the third impression "Serjeant-painter, &c." is scratched over by the burin, but remains still sufficiently legible. The fourth impression has "_the face retouched, but not so like as the preceding.[2] Comedy also has the face and mask marked with black,[3] and inscribed,_ COMEDY, 1764. _No other inscription but his name,_ William Hogarth, 1764." The original from which this plate is taken, is in Mrs. _Hogarth's_ possession at _Chiswick_. A whole-length of herself, in the same size, is its companion. They are both small pictures. [1] Among the prints bequeathed by the late Mr. _Forrest_ to his executor Mr. _Coxe_, is this head cut out of a proof, and touched up with _Indian_ ink by _Hogarth_. Mr. _Forrest_, in an inscription on the back of the paper to which it is affixed, observes it was a present to him from Mrs. _Hogarth_. With these prints are likewise several early impressions from other plates by our artist; and in particular a March to _Finchley_ uncommonly fine, and with the original spelling of PRUSIA uncorrected even by a pen. I am told that both the head and this, with other engravings in the collection of the late Mr. _Forrest_, will be sold by auction in the course of the Winter 1786. [2] i. e. the two first. [3] So in both the third and fourth impressions. 2. The Bench. Over the top of this plate is written in capitals--CHARACTER. Under it "of the different meaning of the words _Character, Caracatura,_ and _Outrè_, in painting and drawing," Then follows a long inscription on this subject. The original painting is in the collection of Mr. _Edwards_. * * * * * 1759. 1. The Cockpit. _Designed and engraved by W. Hogarth._ In this plate is a portrait of _Nan Rawlins_, a very ugly old woman (commonly called _Deptford Nan_, sometimes the _Duchess of Deptford_), and well remembered at _Newmarket_. She was a famous cock-feeder, and did the honours of the _gentlemen's_ ordinary at _Northampton_; while, in return, a single gentleman was deputed to preside at the table appropriated to the _ladies_. The figure with a hump-back, was designed for one _Jackson_, a once noted jockey at _Newmarket_. The blind president is Lord _Albemarle Bertie_, who was a constant attender of this diversion. His portrait was before discoverable in the crowd round the bruisers in the March to _Finchley_. By the cockpit laws, any person who cannot, or will not pay his debts of honour, is drawn up in a basket to the roof of the building. Without a knowledge of this circumstance, the shadow of the man who is offering his watch would be unintelligible. The subject of The Cockpit had been recommended to _Hogarth_ so long ago as 1747, in the following lines, first printed in _The Gentleman's Magazine_ of that year, p. 292. "Where _Dudston's_[1] walks with vary'd beauties shine, And some are pleas'd with bowling, some with wine, Behold a generous train of Cocks repair, To vie for glory in the toils of war; Each hero burns to conquer or to die: What mighty hearts in little bosoms lie! "Come, _Hogarth_, thou whose art can best declare What forms, what features, human passions wear, Come, with a painter's philosophic sight, Survey the circling judges of the fight. Touch'd with the sport of death, while every heart Springs to the changing face, exert thy art; Mix with the smiles of Cruelty at pain Whate'er looks anxious in the lust of gain; And say, can aught that's generous, just, or kind, Beneath this aspect, lurk within the mind? Is lust of blood or treasure vice in all, Abhorr'd alike on whomsoe'er it fall? Are mighty states and gamblers still the same? And war itself a cock-fight, and a game? Are sieges, battles, triumphs, little things; And armies only the game-cocks of kings? Which fight, in Freedom's cause, still blindly bold, Bye-battles only, and the main for gold? "The crested bird, whose voice awakes the morn, Whose plumage streaks of radiant gold adorn, Proud of his birth, on fair _Salopia's_ plain, Stalks round, and scowls defiance and disdain. Not fiercer looks the proud _Helvetians_ wear, Though thunder slumbers in the arms they bear: Nor _Thracia's_ fiercer sons, a warlike race! Display more prowess, or more martial grace. But, lo! another comes, renown'd for might, Renown'd for courage, and provokes the fight. Yet what, alas! avails his furious mien, His ruddy neck, and breast of varied green? Soon thro' his brain the foe's bright weapon flies, Eternal darkness shades his swimming eyes; Prostrate he falls, and quivering spurns the ground, While life indignant issues from the wound. Unhappy hero, had thy humbler life Deny'd thee fame by deeds of martial strife, Still hadst thou crow'd, for future pleasures spar'd, Th' exulting monarch of a farmer's yard. "Like fate, alas! too soon th' illustrious prove, The great by hatred fall, the fair by love; The wise, the good, can scarce preserve a name, Expung'd by envy from the rolls of fame. Peace and oblivion still through life secure, In friendly glooms, the simple, homely, poor. And who would wish to bask in glory's ray, To buy with peace the laurel or the bay? What tho' the wreath defy the lightning's fire, The bard and hero in the storm expire. Be rest and innocence my humbler lot, Scarce known through life, and after death forgot!" [1] A gentleman's seat, about a mile from _Birmingham_, fitted up for the reception of company, in imitation of _Vaux-hall Gardens_. 2. A small oval of Bishop _Hoadly_, ætat. 83. _Hogarth pinx. Sherlock sculp._ * * * * * 1760. 1. Frontispiece to _Tristram Shandy_. Of this plate there are two copies; in the first of which the hat and clock are omitted. _S. Ravenet sculp._ In this plate is the portrait of Dr. _Burton_, of _York_, the Jacobite physician and antiquary, in the character of Dr. _Slop_. _Sterne_ probably was indebted for these plates (especially the first of them) to the following compliment he had paid our author in the first volume of _Tristram Shandy_. "Such were the outlines of Dr. _Slop's_ figure, which, if you have read _Hogarth's Analysis of Beauty_, and, if you have not, I wish you would, you must know, may as certainly be caracatured, and conveyed to the mind by three strokes as three hundred." 2. Frontispiece to _Brook Taylor's_ Perspective of Architecture.[1] With an attempt at a new order. _W. Hogarth, July_ 1760. _W. Woollet sculp._ Lest any reader should suppose that this idea of forming a new capital out of the Star of St. _George_, the Prince of _Wales's_ Feather,[2] and a regal Coronet, was hatched in the mind of _Hogarth_ after he had been appointed Serjeant Painter, the following passage in the _Analysis_ will prove that many years before he had conceived the practicability of such an attempt: see p. 40. "I am thoroughly convinced in myself, however it may startle some, that a completely new and harmonious order of architecture in all its parts might be produced, &c." Again, p. 46. "Even a capital, composed of the aukward and confined forms of hats and perriwigs, as Fig. 48. Plate I. in a skilful hand might be made to have some beauty." Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original sketch. [1] Published in two volumes, folio, 1761, by _Joshua Kirby_, Designer in Perspective to his Majesty.--"Here is a curious frontispiece, designed by Mr. _Hogarth_; but not in the same ludicrous style as the former (see p. 333): it were to be wished that he had explained its meaning; for, being symbolical, the meaning of it is not so obvious as the other. To me it conveys the idea, which _Milton_ so poetically describes, of the angel _Uriel_ gliding down to Paradise on a sun-beam; but the young gentleman has dropped off before he had arrived at his journey's end, with _Palladio's_ book of architecture on his knees. A ray of light from the sun, rising over a distant mountain, is directed to a scroll on the ground, on which are two or three scraps of perspective; over which, supported by a large block of stone, is the upper part of a sceptre, broke off; the shaft very obliquely and absurdly inclined, somewhat resembling the _Roman_ fasces, and girt above with the Prince of _Wales's_ coronet, as an astragal, through which the fasces rise, and swell into a crown, adorned with embroidered stars; this is the principal object, but most vilely drawn. The ray passes through a round temple, at a considerable distance, which is also falsly represented, the curves being for the distance too round, and consequently the diminution of the columns is too great. It appears to pass over a piece of water; on this side the ground is fertile and luxuriant with vegetation, abounding with trees and shrubs; on the other side it is rocky and barren.[A] What is indicated by this seems to be, that, where the arts are encouraged by the rays of royal favour, they will thrive and flourish; but where they are neglected, and do not find encouragement, they will droop and languish." _Malton's_ Appendix to his Treatise on Perspective. [A] The idea of this contrast between fertility and barrenness is an old one. _Hogarth_ probably took it from the engraving known by the name of _Raffaelle's Dream_. [2] Mr. _H. Emlyn_ has lately realised this plan, by his Proposals for a new order of architecture, 1781. 3. Mr. _Huggins_. A small circular plate. _Hogarth pinx. Major sculp._ On the left, a bust, inscribed, "IL DIVINO ARIOSTO." "DANTE L'INFERNO, IL PURGATORIO, IL PARADISO." Mr. _Huggins_ (of whom see p. 19.) had this portrait engraven, to prefix to his translation of _Dante_, of which no more than a specimen was ever published. The bust of _Ariosto_ was inserted by the positive order of Mr. _Huggins_ (after the plate was finished), though much against the judgement of the engraver, who was convinced that a still ground would have shewn the countenance of the person represented to much greater advantage. Mr. _Major's_ charge was only three guineas, and yet eleven years elapsed before he received even this trifling acknowledgement for his labour. Dr. _Monkhouse_ has the plate. * * * * * 1761. 1. Frontispiece and tail-piece to the catalogue of pictures exhibited at _Spring Gardens. W. Hogarth inv. C. Grignion sculp._ There is a variation of this print; a _Latin_ motto under each in the second edition. In the earliest impressions _obit_, corrected afterwards to _obiit_. The same mark of ignorance, however, remains unamended over the monument of the Judge in the first plate of the _Analysis_. 2. _Time_ blackening a picture. Subscription-ticket for his _Sigismunda_. "_This, and the preceding tail-piece, are satires on Connoisseurs._" 3. The Five Orders of Perriwigs at the Coronation of _George_ III.[1] Many of the heads, as well as wigs, were known at the time. The first head of the second row was designed to represent Lord _Melcombe_; and those of Bishops _Warburton, Mawson,_ and _Squire,_ are found in the groupe. The advertisement annexed, as well as the whole print, is said to have been a ridicule on Mr. _Stewart's_ Antiquities of _Athens_, in which, with minute accuracy, are given the measurements of all the members of the _Greek_ Architecture. The inscription under the print affords a plentiful crop of false spellings--volumns--advertisment--baso--&c. The second _e_ in advertisement was afterwards added on the neck of the female figure just over it. The first and subsequent impressions will be known by this distinction. [1] A Dissertation on Mr. _Hogarth's_ print of the Order of Perriwigs, viz. the Episcopal, Aldermanic, and Lexonic, is printed in _The Beauties of all the Magazines_, 1761, p. 52. 4. Frontispiece to the Farmer's Return from _London_, an Interlude by Mr. _Garrick_,[1] acted at _Drury Lane. W. Hogarth delin. J. Basire sculp._ In Mr. _Foster's_ collection is a bad copy of this plate, no name, the figures reversed. The original drawing was given to Mr. _Garrick_, and is supposed to be in the possession of his widow at _Hampton_. Mr. _S. Ireland_ has a sketch of it. An excellent copy of this plate is sometimes sold as the original. [1] Mr. _Garrick'_ publication was thus prefaced: "The following interlude was prepared for the stage, merely with a view of assisting Mrs. _Pritchard_ at her benefit; and the desire of serving so good an actress is a better excuse for its defects, than the few days in which it was written and represented. Notwithstanding the favourable reception it has met with, the author would not have printed it, had not his friend, Mr. _Hogarth_, flattered him most agreeably, by thinking _the Farmer and his Family_ not unworthy of a sketch of his pencil. To him, therefore, this trifle, which he has so much honoured, is inscribed, as a faint testimony of the sincere esteem which the writer bears him, both as a man and an artist." 5. Another frontispiece to _Tristram Shandy_ (for the second volume). His christening. _F. Ravenet sculp._ 6. The same engraved by _Ryland_. This, as I am informed, was the first, but was too coarsely executed to suit that prepared for the first volume of the same work. * * * * * 1762. 1. Credulity, Superstition, and Fanaticism. "_Satire on Methodists._" "For deep and useful satire," says Mr. _Walpole_, "the most sublime of all his works." This print, however, contains somewhat more than a satire on Methodism. _Credulity_ is illustrated by the figure of the Rabbit-breeder of _Godalming_, with her supposed progeny galloping from under her petticoats. _St. André's_ folly furnished _Hogarth_ with matter for one of his latest, as well as one of his earliest performances. _Primâ dicte mihi, summâ dicende Camænâ._ 2. The Times. Plate I. In one copy of this print _Henry_ VIII. is blowing the flames; in another Mr. _Pitt_ has the same employment: As this design is not illustrated in _Trusler's_ Account of _Hogarth's_ Works, I shall attempt its explanation, and subjoin, by way of note, a humourous description of it, which was printed in a news-paper immediately after it's first appearance in the world.[1] _Europe_ on fire; _France, Germany, Spain,_ in flames, which are extending to _Great Britain_. This desolation continued and assisted by Mr. _Pitt_, under the figure of King _Henry_ VIII. with bellows increasing the mischief which others are striving to abate. He is mounted on the stilts of the populace. A _Cheshire_ cheese depends from his neck, with 3000 _l._ on it. This alludes to what he had said in Parliament--that he would sooner live on a _Cheshire_ cheese and a shoulder of mutton, than submit to the enemies of _Great Britain_. Lord _Bute_, attended by _English_ soldiers, sailors, and _Highlanders_, manages an engine for extinguishing the flames, but is impeded by the Duke of _Newcastle_, with a wheel-barrow full of _Monitors_ and _North Britons_, for the purpose of feeding the blaze. The respectable body under Mr. _Pitt_ are the aldermen of _London_, worshiping the idol they had set up; whilst the musical King of _Prussia_, who alone is sure to gain by the war, is amusing himself with a violin amongst his miserable countrywomen. The picture of the _Indian_ alludes to the advocates for retaining our _West Indian_ conquests, which, it was said, would only increase excess and debauchery. The breaking down of the _Newcastle_-arms, and the drawing up the patriotic ones, refer to the resignation of that noble Duke, and the appointment of his successor. The _Dutchman_ smoking his pipe, and a _Fox_ peeping out behind him, and waiting the issue; the Waggon, with the treasures of the _Hermione_; the unnecessary marching of the _Militia_, signified by the _Norfolk_ jig; the Dove with the olive-branch, and the miseries of war; are all obvious, and perhaps need no explication. To those already given, however, may be added the following doggrel verses: Devouring flames with fury roll Their curling spires from Pole to Pole, Wide-spreading devastation dire, Three kingdoms ready to expire; Here realms convulsive pant for breath, And quiver in the arms of death. Ill-fated isle! _Britannia_ bleeds; The flames her trait'rous offspring feeds: Now, now, they seize her vital parts-- O save her from his murd'rous arts! In air exalted high, behold! Fierce, noisy, boisterous, and bold, Swol'n, like the king of frogs, that fed On mangled limbs of victims dead, With larger bellows in his hand, Than e'er a blacksmith's in the land, The flames that waste the world to blow, He points unto the mob below: 'Look, _Britons_, what a bonfire there! Halloo, be d----'d, and rend the air.' Aldermen, marrow-bones and cleavers, Brokers, stock-jobbers, and coal-heavers, _Templars_, and knaves of ev'ry station, The dregs of _London_, and the nation; Contractors, agents, clerks, and all Who share the plunder, great and small, Join in the halloo at his call. Higher they raise the stilts that bore The shapeless idol they adore: He, to increase his weight, had slung A _Mill-stone_ round his neck, which hung With bulk enormous to the ground, And adds thereto _Three Thousand Pound_; That none may dare to say henceforth, He wanted either weight or worth. He blows,--the flames triumphant rise, Devour the earth, and threat the skies. When lo! in peaceful mien appears, In bloom of life, and youthful years, GEORGE, Prince of Men; a smile benign That goodness looks, prognostic sign Of soul etherial, seems to bode, A world's deliv'rer sent from God. Array'd in Majesty serene, Like heav'nly spirits when they deign, In pity to mankind, to come, And stop avenging judgement's doom; Behold, and bless! just not too late T' avert a sinking nation's fate, He comes, with friendly care to stay Those flames that made the world their prey. Born to reform and bless the age, Fearless of _faction's_ madd'ning rage, Which, with united malice, throngs, To reap the harvest of our wrongs, He labours to defeat our foes, Secure our peace, and ease our woes. Before him _Faction_ dare not shew Her ghastly face and livid hue, But back retires to _Temple-Bar_, Where the spectator sees from far Many a traitor's head erect, To shew what traitors must expect. Upon that _barefac'd_ figure look, With empty scull and full peruke; For man or statue it might pass; _Cæsar_ would call't a golden ass. Behold the vain malicious thing, Squirting his poison at his king, And pointing, with infernal art, Th' envenom'd rancour of his heart. Higher in parts and place appears His venal race of Garretteers; A starving, mercenary tribe, That sell, for every bidder's bribe, Their scantling wits to purchase bread And always drive the briskest trade, When _Faction_ sounds with loudest din, To bring some new Pretender in. This tribe from their ærial station, Deluge with scandal all the nation: Below contempt, secure from shame, Sure not to forfeit any fame, Indifferent what part to choose, With nothing but their ears to lose. Not Virtue on a throne can be From tongues below resentment free. Of human things such the distraction, With Liberty we must have Faction. But look behind the _Temple-gate_, Near the thick, clumsy, stinking seat, Where _London's_ pageant sits in state; What wild, ferocious shape is there, With raging looks and savage air? Is that the monster without name, Whom human art could never tame, From _Indian_ wilds of late brought o'er, Such as no _Briton_ saw before? I mean the monster _P_* * * presented To the late King, who quickly sent it, Among his other beasts of prey, Safe in a cage with lock and key. Some said he was of _British_ blood, Though taken in an _Indian_ wood. If he should thus at large remain, Without a keeper, cage, or chain, Raging and roaming up and down, He may set fire to half the town. Has he not robb'd the _Bank?_--Behold, In either hand, what bags of gold! Monsters are dangerous things let loose: Old _Cambrian_, guard thy mansion-house. But here, what comes? A loaded car, Stuff'd, and high pil'd, from _Temple-Bar_. The labouring wretches hardly move The load that totters from above. By their wry faces, and high strains, The cart some lumpish weight contains. '_North Britons_--Gentlemen--come, buy, There's no man sells so cheap as I. Of the _North Briton_ just a score, And twenty _Monitors_ or more, For just one penny---- _North Britons--Monitors_--come, buy, There's no man sells so cheap as I.' '_North Britons! Monitors!_ be d----'d! Is that the luggage you have cramm'd Into your stinking cart? Be gone, Or else I'll burn them every one.' 'Good Sir, I'm sure they are not dear, The paper's excellent, I swear-- You can't have better any where. Come, feel this sheet, Sir--please to choose-- They're very soft, and fit for use. All very good, Sir, take my word-- As cheap as any can afford. The Curate, Sir, Lord! how he'll foam! He cannot dine 'till we get home. The Colonel too, altho' he be So big, so loud, so proud, d'ye see, Will have his share as well as he.' While on a swelling sack of cheese The frugal _Dutchman_ sits at ease, And smokes his pipe, and sees with joy The flames, that all the world destroy, Keep at a distance from his bales, And sure thereby to raise the sales; Good Mr. _Reynard_, wiser still, Displays you his superior skill: Behind the selfish miser's back, He cuts a hole into the sack, His paunch well cramm'd, he snugly lies, And with himself the place supplies; And now and then his head pops out, To see how things go round about; Prepar'd to run, or stand the fire, Just as occasion may require, But willing in the sack to stay, And cram his belly while he may, Regardless of the babbling town, And every interest but his own. On yonder plain behold a riddle, That mighty warrior with his fiddle, With sneering nose, and brow so arch, A-scraping out the _German_ march; _Bellona_ leading up the dance, With flaming torch, and pointed lance, And all the _Furies_ in her train, Exulting at the martial strain; Pale _Famine_ bringing up the rear, To crown with woe the wasteful year. There's nought but scenes of wretchedness. Horror and death, and dire distress, To mark their footsteps o'er the plains, And teach the world what mighty gains From _German_ victories accrue To th' vanquish'd and the victors too. The fidler, at his ease reclin'd, Enjoys the woes of human kind; Pursues his trade, destroys by rules, And reaps the spoils of Knaves and Fools. * * * * _Multa desunt._ The first impressions of this print may be known by the following distinction. The smoke just over the Dove is left white; and the whole of the composition has a brilliancy and clearness not to be found in the copies worked off after the plate was retouched. I am told that _Hogarth_ did not undertake this political print merely _ex officio_, but through a hope the salary of his appointment as Serjeant Painter would be increased by such a show of zeal for the reigning Ministry. He left behind him a second part, on the same subject; but hitherto it has been withheld from the public. The finished Plate is in the possession of Mrs. _Hogarth_. There seems, however, no reason why this design should be suppressed. The widow of our artist is happily independent of a court; nor can aught relative to the politics of the year 1762 be of consequence to any party now existing. Our Monarch also, as the patron of arts, would rather encourage than prevent the publication of a work by _Hogarth_, even though it should recall the disagreeable ideas of faction triumphant, and a favourite in disgrace. [1] The principal figure in the character of _Henry_ VIII. appears to be not Mr. _P._ but another person whose power is signified by his bulk of carcase, treading on Mr. _P._ represented by 3000 _l._ The bellows may signify his well-meaning, though ineffectual, endeavours to extinguish the fire by wind, which, though it will put out a small flame, will cherish a large one. The guider of the engine-pipe, I should think, can only mean his M------, who unweariedly tries, by a more proper method, to stop the flames of war, in which he is assisted by all his good subjects, both by sea and land, notwithstanding any interruption from _Auditors_ or _Britons, Monitors_ or _North Britons_. The respectable body at the bottom can never mean the magistrates of _London_; Mr. _H._ has more sense than to abuse so respectable a body; much less can it mean the judges. I think it may as likely be the Court of Session in _Scotland_, either in the attitude of adoration, or with outspread arms intending to catch their patron, should his stilts give way. The _Frenchman_ may very well sit at his ease among his miserable countrywomen, as he is not unacquainted that _France_ has always gained by negociating what she lost in fighting. The fine gentleman at the window with his garretteers, and the barrow of periodical papers, refer to the present contending parties of every denomination. The breaking of the _Newcastle_ arms alludes to the resignation of a great personage; and the replacing of them, by the sign of the four clenched fists, may be thought emblematical of the great œconomy of his successor. The _Norfolk_ jig signifies, in a lively manner, the alacrity of all his Majesty's forces during the war; and _G. T. [George Townshend] fecit_, is an opportune compliment paid to Lord _Townshend_, who, in conjunction with Mr. _Windham_, published "A Plan of Discipline for the Use of the _Norfolk_ Militia," 4to. and had been the greatest advocate for the establishment of our present militia. The picture of the _Indian_ alive from _America_ is a satire on our late uncivilized behaviour to the three chiefs of the _Cherokee_ nation, who were lately in this kingdom; and the bags of money set this in a still clearer point of view, signifying the sums gained by shewing them at our public gardens. The sly _Dutchman_, with his pipe, seems pleased with the combustion, from which he thinks he shall be a gainer. And the Duke of _Nivernois_, under the figure of a dove, is coming from _France_ to give a cessation of hostilities to _Europe_. 3. _T. Morell_, S. T. P., S. S. A. _W. Hogarth delin. James Basire sculp._ From a drawing returned to Mr. _Hogarth_. Of this plate there is an admirable copy, though it has not yet been extensively circulated. 4. _Henry Fielding_, ætatis 48. _W. Hogarth delin. James Basire sculp._ From a drawing with a pen made after the death of Mr. _Fielding_. "That gentleman," says Mr. _Murphy_, "had often promised to sit to his friend _Hogarth_, for whose good qualities and excellent genius he always entertained so high an esteem, that he has left us in his writings many beautiful memorials of his affection. Unluckily, however, it so fell out that no picture of him was ever drawn; but yet, as if it was intended that some traces of his countenance should be perpetuated, and that too by the very artist whom our author preferred to all others, after Mr. _Hogarth_ had long laboured to try if he could bring out any likeness of him from images existing in his own fancy, and just as he was despairing of success, for want of some rules to go by in the dimensions and outlines of the face, Fortune threw the grand _desideratum_ in the way. A lady, with a pair of scissars, had cut a profile, which gave the distances and proportions of his face sufficiently to restore his lost ideas of him. Glad of an opportunity of paying his last tribute to the memory of an author whom he admired, Mr. _Hogarth_ caught at this outline with pleasure, and worked, with all the attachment of friendship, till he finished that excellent drawing which stands at the head of this work, and recalls to all, who have seen the original, a corresponding image of the man." Notwithstanding this authentic relation of Mr. _Murphy_, a different account of the portrait has been lately given in one of the news-papers. Mr. _Garrick_, it is there said, dressed himself in a suit of his old friend's cloaths, and presented himself to the painter in the attitude, and with the features, of _Fielding_. Our _Roscius_, however, I can assert, interfered no farther in this business than by urging _Hogarth_ to attempt the likeness, as a necessary adjunct to the edition of _Fielding's_ works. I am assured that our artist began and finished the head in the presence of his wife and another lady. He had no assistance but from his own memory, which, on such occasions, was remarkably tenacious.[1] [1] To this sketch so great justice was done by the engraver, that Mr. _Hogarth_ declared he did not know his own drawing from a proof of the plate before the ornaments were added. This proof is now in the collection of Mr. _Steevens_. * * * * * 1763. 1. _John Wilkes_, Esq. _Drawn from the life, and etched in aquafortis by Wm. Hogarth._ Price 1_s_. It was published with the following oblique note. This is "a direct contrast to a print of SIMON LORD LOVAT."[1] Mr. _Wilkes_, with his usual good humour, has been heard to observe, that he is every day growing more and more like his portrait by _Hogarth_. In the second impressions of this plate there are a few slight variations, sufficient at least to shew that the face of the person represented had been retouched. I have been told, by a copper-plate printer, that near 4000 copies of this caricature were worked off on its first publication. Being kept up for two or three following nights on the occasion, he has reason to remember it. [1] The original drawing, which was thrown by _Hogarth_ into the fire, was snatched out of it by Mrs. _Lewis_, and is now in the possession of Mr. _S. Ireland_. 2. The Bruiser _C. Churchill_,[1] in the character of a _Russian Hercules_, &c. The _Russian Hercules_ was thus explained, in _August_, 1763, by an admirer of _Hogarth_: "The principal figure is a _Russian Bear_ (i. e. Mr. _Churchill_) with a club in his left paw, which he hugs to his side, and which is intended to denote his friendship to Mr. _Wilkes_: on the notches of the club are wrote, _Lye_ 1, _Lye_ 2, &c. signifying the falsities in _The North Briton_: in his other paw is a gallon pot of porter, of which (being very hot) he seems going to drink: round his neck is a clergyman's band, which is torn, and seems intended to denote the bruiser. The other figure is a _Pug-dog_, which is supposed to mean Mr. _Hogarth_ himself, pissing with the greatest contempt on the epistle wrote to him by _C. Churchill_. In the centre is a prison begging-box, standing on a folio, the title of which is, _Great George-Street. A list of the Subscribers to the_ North Briton: underneath is another book, the title of which is, _A New Way to pay Old Debts, a Comedy, by_ Massinger. All of which allude to Mr. _Wilkes's_ debts, to be defrayed by the subscriptions to _The North Briton_." The same design is thus illustrated by a person who thought somewhat differently of our artist: "The _Bear_, with the shattered band, represents the former strength and abilities of Mr. _Hogarth_: the full pot of beer likewise shews that he was in a land of plenty. The stump of a headless tree with the notches, and on them wrote _Lye_, Signifies Mr. _Hogarth's_ former art, and the many productions thereof, wherein he has excelled even Nature itself, and which of course must be but lies, flattery, and fallacy, the _Painter's Prerogative_; and the stump of the tree only being left, shews that there can be no more fruit expected from thence, but that it only stands as a record of his former services. The _Butcher's Dog_ pissing upon Mr. _Churchill's_ epistle, alludes to the present state of Mr. _Hogarth_; that he is arrived at such an age to be reduced so low, as, from the strength of a _Bear_, to a blind _Butcher's Dog_, not able to distinguish, but pissing upon his best friend; or, perhaps, giving the public a hint to read that Epistle, where his case is more fully laid before them. The next matter to be explained is the subscription-box, and under it is a book said to contain _a list of the Subscribers to the_ North Briton, as well as one of _a New Way to pay Old Debts_. Mr. _Hogarth_ mentioned _The North Briton_, to avoid the censure of the rabble in the street, who, he knew, would neither pity nor relieve him; and as Mr. _Churchill_ was reputed to be the writer of that paper, it would seem to give a colour in their eyes of its being intended against Mr. _Churchill_. Mr. _Hogarth_ meant only to shew his necessity, and that a book, entitled _A List of the Subscribers to the_ North Briton, contained, in fact, a list of those who should contribute to the support of Mr. _Hogarth_ in old age. By the book entitled _A New Way to pay Old Debts_, he can only mean this, that when a man is become disabled to get his livelihood, and much in debt, the only shift he has left is, to go a-begging to his creditors. "There are likewise some of his old tools in this print, without any hand to use them." On the same occasion were published the following verses, "on Mr. _Hogarth's_ last delicate performance:" "What Merit could from native Genius boast, To civilize the age, and please us most, In lasting images each scene to grace, And all the soul to gather in the face, In one small sheet a volume to conceal, Yet all the story finely to reveal, Was once the glory of our _Hogarth's_ name; But see, the short-liv'd eminence of fame Now dwindles like the exit of a flame, From which when once the unctuous juice is fled, A stinking vapour rises in its stead: So drops our Painter in his later day, His former virtue worn, alas! away, What busy dæmon, for thy cursed design'd, Could thus induce the rancour of thy mind To strike so boldly, with an impious hand, Against the blessings of thy native land? Open and unabash'd thy fury flies, And all regard for liberty denies. "When _Catiline_, with more than human hate, Resolv'd the ruin of the _Roman_ state, In secret he pursu'd the hellish plan, Nor did his wickedness survive the man. His cruel arts are all by others shown, And thou the brave assertor of thy own: Nay, thy grim sheets thy principles will show, When _Charon_ wafts thee to the realms below, Where all like thee shall unlamented go." And also what the writer called, "_A_ SLAP _at_ BOTH SIDES." "Whilst _Bruin_ and _Pug_ contend for the prize Of merit in scandal, would parties be wise, And with honest derision contemn the dispute, The _Bear_ would not roar, and the _Dog_ would be mute: For they equally both their patrons betray, No sense of Conviction their reasons convey; So neither may hope one convert to gain, For the Rhime makes me sick, and the Print gives me pain."[2] This plate, however, originally contained our artist's own portrait (see p. 295). To shew the contempt in which he held the "Poetical Epistle to _Hogarth_",[3] he makes the pug-dog water on it, but in a manner by no means natural to his species. Perhaps there is the same error relative to the Monkey in the print of the _Strollers_. This kind of _evacuation_, however, appears to have been regarded by _Hogarth_ as a never-failing _joke_. On the palette he exhibits the _North Britons_, and a begging-box to collect subscriptions for them. _Designed and engraved by W. Hogarth._ In the first impression of this print three of the upper knots on the club or ragged staff (viz. 1. 3. 5.) are left white. In the second impression they are completely shaded; the ruffle on the hand that clasps the pot of porter is likewise hatched over, and the shoulder of the animal made rounder. Minute differences occur in the other knots, &c. The inscription, instead of _Russian_, reads _Modern_ Hercules. [1] In a letter written to his friend Mr. _Wilkes_, dated _Aug._ 3, 1763, _Churchill_ says: "I take it for granted you have seen _Hogarth's Print_ against me. Was ever any thing so contemptible? I think he is fairly _felo de se_--I think not to let him off in that manner, although I might safely leave him to your NOTES. He has broke into my pale of private life, and set that example of illiberality which I wished--of that kind of attack which is ungenerous in the first instance, but justice in return. I intend an Elegy on him, supposing him dead; but * * tells me with a kiss, he will be really dead before it comes out: that I have already killed him, &c. How sweet is flattery from the woman we love! and how weak is our boasted strength when opposed to beauty and good sense with good nature!"--In Mr. _Churchill's_ will is the following passage: "I desire my dear friend, _John Wilkes_, Esq. to collect and publish my Works, with the Remarks and Explanations he has prepared, and any others he thinks proper to make." [2] In a few days after, the following Advertisement, for a satirical Print on _Hogarth_, was published: _Tara, Tan, Tara! Tara, Tan, Tara!_ This Day made its appearance at the noted SUMPTER's Political Booth, next door to _The Brazen Head_, near _Shoe-Lane, Fleet-street_, which began precisely at twelve at noon, a new humourous performance, entitled, The BRUISER TRIUMPHANT: or, The Whole Farce of the _Leicester-fields_ Pannel Painter. The principal parts by Mr. _H[ogarth]_, Mr. _W[ilkes]_, Mr. _C[hurchill]_, &c. &c. &c. Walk in, Gentlemen, walk in! No more than 6 _d._ a-piece! [3] The reader shall judge for himself of this Epistle's "power to hurt." "Amongst the sons of men, how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own! Superior virtue, and superior sense, To knaves and fools will always give offence; Nay, men of real worth can scarcely bear, So nice is Jealousy, a rival there. "Be wicked as thou wilt, do all that's base, Proclaim thyself the monster of thy race; Let Vice and Folly thy Black Soul divide, Be proud with meanness, and be mean with pride! Deaf to the voice of Faith and Honour, fall From side to side, yet be of none at all; Spurn all those charities, those sacred ties, Which Nature in her bounty, good as wise, To work our safety, and ensure her plan, Contriv'd to bind, and rivet man to man; Lift against Virtue Power's oppressive rod, Betray thy Country, and deny thy God; And, in one general comprehensive line, To group, which volumes scarcely could define, Whate'er of Sin and Dulness can be said. Join to a _F----'s_ heart a _D----'s_ head. Yet mayst thou pass unnotic'd in the throng, And, free from Envy, safely sneak along. The rigid Saint, by whom no mercy's shewn To Saints whose lives are better than his own, Shall spare thy crimes; and WIT, who never once Forgave a Brother, shall forgive a Dunce." After this nervous introduction, our satirist proceeds: "HOGARTH--I take thee, CANDOUR, at thy word, Accept thy proffer'd terms, and will be heard; Thee have I heard with virulence declaim, Nothing retain'd of Candour but the name; By thee have I been charg'd in angry strains With that mean falshood which my soul disdains-- HOGARTH, stand forth--Nay hang not thus aloof-- Now, CANDOUR, now Thou shalt receive such proof-- Such damning proof, that henceforth Thou shalt fear To tax my wrath, and own my conduct clear-- HOGARTH stand forth--I dare thee to be tried In that great Court, where Conscience must preside; At that most solemn bar hold up thy hand; Think before whom, on what account you stand--- Speak, but consider well--from first to last Review thy life, weigh every action past-- Nay, you shall have no reason to complain-- Take longer time, and view them o'er again-- Canst Thou remember from thy earliest youth, And as thy God must judge Thee, speak the truth, A single instance where, _Self_ laid aside, And Justice taking place of fear and pride, Thou with an equal eye didst GENIUS view, And give to Merit what was Merit's due? Genius and Merit are a sure offence, And thy soul sickens at the name of Sense. Is any one so foolish to succeed? On ENVY'S altar he is doom'd to bleed. HOGARTH, a guilty pleasure in his eyes, The place of Executioner supplies. See how he glotes, enjoys the sacred feast, And proves himself by cruelty a priest. "Whilst the weak Artist, to thy whims a slave, Would bury all those powers which Nature gave, Would suffer blank concealment to obscure Those rays, thy Jealousy could not endure; To feed thy vanity would rust unknown, And to secure thy credit blast his own, In HOGARTH he was sure to find a friend; He could not fear, and therefore might commend. But when his Spirit, rous'd by honest Shame, Shook off that Lethargy, and soar'd to Fame, When, with the pride of Man, resolv'd and strong, He scorn'd those fears which did his Honour wrong, And, on himself determin'd to rely, Brought forth his labours to the public eye, No Friend in Thee, could such a Rebel know; He had desert, and HOGARTH was his foe. "Souls of a timorous cast, of petty name In ENVY'S court, not yet quite dead to shame, May some Remorse, some qualms of Conscience feel, And suffer Honour to abate their Zeal: But the Man, truly and compleatly great, Allows no rule of action but his hate; Through every bar he bravely breaks his way, Passion his Principle, and Parts his prey. Mediums in Vice and Virtue speak a mind Within the pale of Temperance confin'd; The daring Spirit scorns her narrow schemes, And, good or bad, is always in extremes. "Man's practice duly weigh'd, through every age On the same plan hath ENVY form'd her rage. 'Gainst those whom Fortune hath our rivals made In way of Science, and in way of Trade, Stung with mean Jealousy she arms her spite, First works, then views their ruin with delight. Our HOGARTH here a grand improver shines, And nobly on the general plan refines; He like himself o'erleaps the servile bound; Worth is his mark, wherever Worth is found. Should Painters only his vast wrath suffice? Genius in every walk is Lawful Prize. 'Tis a gross insult to his o'ergrown state: His love to merit is to feel his hate. "When WILKES, our Countryman, our common friend, Arose, his King, his Country to defend, When tools of power he bar'd to public view, And from their holes the sneaking cowards drew; When Rancour found it far beyond her reach To soil his honour, and his truth impeach, What could induce Thee, at a time and place, Where manly Foes had blush'd to shew their face, To make that effort, which must damn thy name, And sink Thee deep, deep in thy grave with shame? Did Virtue move Thee? no, 'twas Pride, rank Pride, And if thou hadst not done it, Thou hadst dy'd. MALICE (who, disappointed of her end, Whether to work the bane of Foe or Friend, Preys on herself, and, driven to the Stake, Gives Virtue that revenge she scorns to take) Had kill'd Thee, tottering on life's utmost verge, Had WILKES and LIBERTY escap'd thy scourge. "When that GREAT CHARTER, which our Fathers bought With their best blood, was into question brought; When, big with ruin, o'er each English head Vile Slavery hung suspended by a thread; When LIBERTY, all trembling and aghast, Fear'd for the future, knowing what was past: When every breast was chill'd with deep despair, Till Reason pointed out that PRATT was there; Lurking, most Ruffian-like, behind a screen, So plac'd all things to see, himself unseen, VIRTUE, with due contempt, saw HOGARTH stand, The murderous pencil in his palsied hand. What was the cause of Liberty to him, Or what was Honour? Let them sink or swim, So he may gratify, without controul, The mean resentments of his selfish soul. Let Freedom perish, if, to Freedom true, In the same ruin WILKES may perish too. "With all the symptoms of assur'd decay, With age and sickness pinch'd, and worn away, Pale quivering lips, lank cheeks, and faultering tongue, The spirits out of tune, the nerves unstrung, The body shrivel'd up, the dim eyes sunk Within their sockets deep, the weak hams shrunk The body's weight unable to sustain, The stream of life scarce trembling through the vein, More than half-kill'd by honest truths, which fell, Through thy own fault, from men who wish'd thee well; Canst thou, e'en thus, thy thoughts to vengeance give, And, dead to all things else, to Malice live? Hence, Dotard, to thy closet, shut thee in, By deep repentance wash away thy sin, From haunts of men to shame and sorrow fly, And, on the verge of death, learn how to die. "Vain exhortation! wash the Ethiop white, Discharge the leopard's spots, turn day to night, Controul the course of Nature, bid the deep Hush at thy Pygmy voice her waves to sleep, Perform things passing strange, yet own thy art Too weak to work a change in such a heart. _That_ ENVY, which was woven in thy frame At first, will to the last remain the same. Reason may droop, may die; but Envy's rage Improves by time, and gathers strength from age, Some, and not few, vain triflers with the pen, Unread, unpractis'd in the ways of men, Tell us that ENVY, who with giant stride Stalks through the vale of life by Virtue's side, Retreats when she hath drawn her latest breath, And calmly hears her praises after death. To such observers HOGARTH gives the lie; Worth may be hears'd, but Envy cannot die; Within the mansion of his gloomy breast, A mansion suited well to such a guest, Immortal, unimpair'd, she rears her head, And damns alike the living and the dead. "Oft have I known Thee, HOGARTH, weak and vain, Thyself the idol of thy aukward strain, Through the dull measure of a summer's day, In phrase most vile, prate long, long hours away, Whilst Friends with Friends, all gaping sit, and gaze To hear a HOGARTH babble HOGARTH'S praise. But if athwart thee Interruption came, And mention'd with respect some Ancient's name, Some Ancient's name, who in the days of yore The crown of Art with greatest honour wore, How have I seen thy coward cheek turn pale, And blank confusion seize thy mangled tale! How hath thy Jealousy to madness grown, And deem'd his praise injurious to thy own! Then without mercy did thy wrath make way, And Arts and Artists all became thy prey; Then didst Thou trample on establish'd rules, And proudly level'd all the ancient schools; Condemn'd those works, with praise through ages grac'd, Which you had never seen, or could not taste. 'But would mankind have true Perfection shewn, It must be found in labours of my own. I dare to challenge in one single piece, Th' united force of ITALY and GREECE.' Thy eager hand the curtain then undrew, And brought the boasted Master-piece to view. Spare thy remarks--say not a single word-- The Picture seen, why is the Painter heard? Call not up Shame and Anger in our cheeks: Without a Comment SIGISMUNDA speaks. "Poor SIGISMUNDA! what a Fate is thine! DRYDEN, the great High-Priest of all the Nine, Reviv'd thy name, gave what a Muse could give, And in his Numbers bade thy Memory live; Gave thee those soft sensations, which might move And warm the coldest Anchorite to Love; Gave thee that Virtue, which could curb desire, Refine and consecrate Love's headstrong fire; Gave thee those griefs, which made the Stoic feel, And call'd compassion forth from hearts of steel; Gave thee that firmness, which our Sex may shame, And make Man bow to Woman's juster claim, So that our tears, which from compassion flow, Seem to debase thy dignity of woe! But O, how much unlike! how fall'n! how chang'd! How much from Nature and herself estrang'd! How totally depriv'd of all the powers To shew her feelings, and awaken ours, Doth SIGISMUNDA now devoted stand, The helpless victim of a Dauber's hand! "But why, _my_ HOGARTH, such a progress made, So rare a Pattern for the sign-post trade, In the full force and whirlwind of thy pride, Why was _Heroic_ Painting laid aside? Why is It not resum'd? Thy Friends at Court, Men all in place and power, crave thy support; Be grateful then for once, and, through the field Of Politics, thy _Epic_ Pencil wield; Maintain the cause, which they, good lack! avow, And would maintain too, but they know not how. "Through ev'ry _Pannel_ let thy Virtue tell How BUTE prevail'd, how PITT and TEMPLE fell! How ENGLAND'S sons (whom they conspir'd to bless Against our Will, with insolent success) Approve their fall, and with addresses run, How got, God knows, to hail the SCOTTISH Sun! Point out our fame in war, when Vengeance, hurl'd From the strong arm of Justice, shook the world; Thine, and thy Country's honour to increase, Point out the honours of succeeding Peace; Our _Moderation_, Christian-like, display, Shew, what we got, and what we gave away. In Colours, dull and heavy as the tale, Let a _State_-Chaos through the whole prevail. "But, of events regardless, whilst the Muse, Perhaps with too much heat, her theme pursues; Whilst her quick Spirits rouze at FREEDOM'S call, And every drop of blood is turn'd to gall, Whilst a dear Country, and an injur'd Friend, Urge my strong anger to the bitterest end, Whilst honest trophies to Revenge are rais'd, Let not One real Virtue pass unprais'd. Justice with equal course bids Satire flow, And loves the Virtue of her greatest foe. "O! that I here could that rare Virtue mean, Which scorns the rule of Envy, Pride and Spleen, Which springs not from the labour'd Works of Art, But hath its rise from Nature in the heart, Which in itself with happiness is crown'd, And spreads with joy the blessing all around! But truth forbids, and in these simple lays Contented with a different kind of Praise, Must HOGARTH stand; that Praise which GENIUS gives; In Which to latest time the _Artist_ lives, But not the _Man_; which, rightly understood, May make us great, but cannot make us good, That Praise be HOGARTH'S; freely let him wear The Wreath which GENIUS wove, and planted there. Foe as I am, should Envy tear it down, Myself would labour to replace the Crown. "In walks of Humour, in that cast of Style, Which, probing to the quick, yet makes us smile; In Comedy, his nat'ral road to fame, Nor let me call it by a meaner name, Where a beginning, middle, and an end, Are aptly join'd; where parts on parts depend, Each made for each, as bodies for their soul, So as to form one true and perfect whole, Where a plain Story to the eye is told, Which we conceive the moment we behold, HOGARTH unrival'd stands, and shall engage Unrival'd praise to the most distant age. "How could'st Thou then to shame perversely run, And tread that path which Nature bade Thee shun? Why did Ambition overleap her rules, And thy vast parts become the Sport of Fools? By different methods different Men excell, But where is He who can do all things well? Humour thy Province, for some monstrous crime Pride struck Thee with the frenzy of _Sublime_. But, when the work was finish'd, could thy mind So partial be, and to herself so blind, What with Contempt All view'd, to view with awe, Nor see those faults which every Blockhead saw? Blush, Thou vain Man, and if desire of Fame, Founded on real Art, thy thoughts inflame, To quick destruction SIGISMUNDA give, And let her memory die, that thine may live. "But should fond Candour, for her Mercy's sake, With pity view, and pardon this mistake; Or should Oblivion, to thy wish most kind, Wipe off that stain, nor leave one trace behind; Of ARTS _despis'd_, of ARTISTS by thy frown _Aw'd from just hopes_, of _rising worth kept down_, Of all thy meanness through this mortal race, Canst Thou the living memory erase? Or shall not Vengeance follow to the grave, And give back just that measure which You gave? With so much merit, and so much success, With so much power to curse, so much to bless, Would He have been Man's friend, instead of foe, HOGARTH had been a little God below. Why then, like savage Giants, fam'd of old, Of whom in Scripture Story we are told, Dost Thou in cruelty that strength employ, Which Nature meant to save, not to destroy? Why dost Thou, all in horrid pomp array'd, Sit grinning o'er the ruins Thou hast made? Most rank ill-nature must applaud thy art; But even Candour must condemn thy heart. "For Me, who, warm and zealous for my Friend, In spite of railing thousands, will commend, And, no less warm and zealous 'gainst my foes, Spite of commending thousands, will oppose, I dare thy worst, with scorn behold thy rage, But with an eye of Pity view thy Age; Thy feeble Age, in which, as in a glass, We see how men to dissolution pass. Thou _wretched Being_, whom, on Reason's plan, So chang'd, so lost, I cannot call a Man, What could persuade Thee, at this time of life, To launch afresh into the Sea of Strife? Better for Thee, scarce crawling on the earth, Almost as much a child as at thy birth, To have resign'd in peace thy parting breath, And sunk unnotic'd in the arms of Death. Why would thy grey, grey hairs, resentment brave, Thus to go down with sorrow to the grave? Now, by my Soul, it makes me blush to know My Spirits could descend to such a foe. Whatever cause the vengeance might provoke, It seems rank Cowardice to give the stroke. "Sure 'tis a curse which angry Fates impose, To fortify man's arrogance, that those, Who're fashion'd of some better sort of clay, Much sooner than the common herd decay. What bitter pangs must humbled GENIUS feel! In their last hours, to view a SWIFT and STEELE! How much ill-boding horrors fill her breast When She beholds Men, mark'd above the rest For qualities most dear, plung'd from that height, And sunk, deep sunk, in second Childhood's night! Are Men, indeed, such things, and are the best More subject to this evil than the rest, To drivel out whole years of Ideot Breath, And sit the Monuments of living Death? O, galling circumstance to human pride! Abasing Thought, but not to be denied! With curious Art the Brain, too finely wrought; Preys on herself, and is destroy'd by Thought. Constant Attention wears the active mind, Blots out her powers, and leaves a blank behind. But let not Youth, to insolence allied, In heat of blood, in full career of pride, Possess'd of GENIUS, with unhallow'd rage, Mock the infirmities of reverend age. The greatest GENIUS to this Fate may bow, REYNOLDS, in time, may be like HOGARTH now." 3. The same; but on the palette is introduced the political print described in p. 91. In the second impressions of the plate thus altered,[1] we find the letters N B added on the club, as well as the epithet _infamous_ prefixed to the word _Fallacy_. The shadows on the political print are likewise changed, and deepened; and the words "Dragon of _Wantley_" are added at the end of "I warrant ye." [1] The first was price 1_s._; the second price 1_s._ 6_d._ 4. Print Of the Weighing-house to "_Clubbe's_ Physiognomy;" a humourous pamphlet in quarto, published in 1763, by Mr. _Clubbe_[1] (editor of the History and Antiquities of _Wheatfield_ in _Suffolk_), and dedicated to _Hogarth. W. Hogarth del. L. Sullivan sculp._ It was likewise printed in a collection of this author's works, published at _Ipswich_, 2 vols. 12mo. no date, with a new engraving of the plate. There is also a third engraving of the same design, perhaps executed in the country, for some octavo edition of Mr. _Clubbe's_ pamphlet. [1] I had said in my first edition, that Mr. _Clubbe_ was drowned in the moat that surrounded his house at _Wheatfield_; but readily retract that assertion, having been since informed, that he died a natural death, of old age and infirmities. 5. _Frontispiece to a pamphlet_ written by Dr. _Gregory Sharpe_, Master of _The Temple_, against the _Hutchinsonians, but never published._ "_It represents a witch sitting on the moon, and watering on a mountain, whence issue mice, who are devouring Sir Isaac Newton's Optics; one mouse lies dead on Hutchinson's works, probably to imply being choaked. The conundrum signifies, Front-is-piss._" The few impressions from this plate that have strayed into the hands of dealers, were originally presents from Dr. _Sharpe_ to his friends. * * * * * 1764. 1. FINIS, or the Tail-piece. The Bathos, or manner of sinking in sublime painting, inscribed to the dealers in dark pictures.[1] TIME breathing out his _last_, a ruinous tower, and many other allegorical devices; among the rest, he has introduced his own "Times."[2] [1] On this print, which he called _Finis_, and represents the destruction of all things, the following epigram, ascribed to _Charles Churchill_ the poet, and said to have been written by him when at Mr. _Dell's_, in _Kew-foot-lane, April_ 18, 1764, is printed from _The Muse's Mirrour_, vol. I. p. 8. On _Hogarth's_ print of the _Bathos_, or the Art of Sinking in Painting. All must old _Hogarth's_ gratitude declare, Since he has nam'd old _Chaos_ for his heir; And while his works hang round that _Anarch's_ throne, The connoisseurs will take them for his own. Mr. _Walpole's_ Anecdotes, 8vo. vol, IV. p. 191. [2] A few months before this ingenious artist was seized with the malady which deprived society of one of its greatest ornaments, he proposed to his matchless pencil the work he has intituled a _tail-piece_; the first idea of which is said to have been started in company, while the convivial glass was circulating round his own table. "My next undertaking," says _Hogarth_, "shall be the _End of all Things_." "If that is the case," replied one of his friends, "your _business will be finished_; for there will be _an end of the painter_." "There _will_ so," answered _Hogarth_, sighing heavily; "and, therefore, the sooner my _work is done_, the better." Accordingly he began the next day, and continued his design with a diligence which seemed to indicate an apprehension (as the report goes) that he should not live till he had completed it. This, however, he did in the most ingenious manner, by grouping every thing which could denote the _end of all things_--a broken bottle--an old broom worn to the stump--the butt-end of an old musket--a cracked bell--bow unstrung--a crown tumbled in pieces--towers in ruins--the _sign-post_ of a tavern, called _The World's End_, tumbling--the moon in her wane--the map of the globe burning--a gibbet falling, the body gone, and the chain which held it dropping down--_Phœbus_ and his horses dead in the clouds--a vessel wrecked--Time, with his hour-glass and scythe broken; a tobacco-pipe in his mouth, the last whiff of smoke going out--a play-book opened, with _Exeunt omnes_ stamped in the corner--an empty purse--and a statute of bankruptcy taken out against Nature.--"So far, so good," cried _Hogarth_; "nothing remains but this,"--taking his pencil in a sort of prophetic fury, and dashing off the similitude of a _painter's pallet broken_--"_Finis_," exclaimed _Hogarth_, "_the deed is done--all is over._"--It is remarkable, that he died in about a month after this tail-piece. It is also well known he never again took the pencil in hand. 2. The Bench.[1] The same described under the year 1758; but with additions. The plate thus varied occurs in two states. In the first of these we have only "This plate could have been better explained, had the author lived a week longer." In the second impression of it we are told, that "The unfinished group of heads, in the upper part of this print, was added by the author in _October_ 1764; and was intended as a farther illustration of what is here said concerning _Character, Caracatura,_ and _Outrè_. He worked upon it a day before his death, which happened the 26th of that month." This plate exhibits the inside of the _Common Pleas_, with portraits of the following judges then belonging to that court: Hon. _Wm. Sir _Edw. Sir _John Hon. Mr. Justice Noel_. Clive_. Willes_, Ld. (now Earl) Ch. Justice. _Bathurst_. Mr. _Edwards's_ picture on this subject (see p. 367.) differs from both the plates. [1] A term peculiarly appropriated to the Court of _Common Pleas_. 3. Hell-Gate, Satan, Sin, and Death. _Milton's Paradise Lost._ Book II. A large print. Engraved by _C. Townley_, and intended to have been published _April_ 15, 1767. It was dedicated to the late Mr. _Garrick_, who possessed the original (unfinished) picture painted by _Hogarth_. The plate was destroyed, and only a few of the prints are now remaining. The original is in the possession of Mrs. _Garrick_. It is impossible to conclude my account of it without observing, that the united labours of _Teniers, Heemskirk,_ and _Callot,_ could not have furnished a more absolute burlesque of this noble subject, than _Hogarth_, who went seriously to work on it, has here produced. "How art thou fallen, O _Lucifer_, thou son of the Morning!" will be the exclamation of every observer, on seeing this unaccountable performance, in which _Satan_ and _Death_ have lost their terrors, and _Sin_ herself is divested of all the powers of temptation. * * * * * 1772. 1. The Good Samaritan; by _Ravenet_ and _Delatre_. In _The Grub-Street Journal_ for _July_ 14, 1737, appeared the following paragraph: "Yesterday the scaffolding was taken down from before the picture of _The Good Samaritan_,[1] painted by Mr. _Hogarth_, on the Stair Case in _St. Bartholomew's_ Hospital, which is esteemed a very curious piece." _Hogarth_ paid his friend _Lambert_ for painting the landscape in this picture, and afterwards cleaned the whole at his own expence. To the imaginary merits of his coadjutor, the Analysis, p. 26, bears the following testimony: "The sky always gradates one way or other, and the rising or setting sun exhibits it in great perfection; the imitating of which was _Claud de Lorain's_ peculiar excellence, and is now Mr. _Lambert's_." [1] Of this picture Mr. _S. Ireland_ has a sketch in oil. 2. _The Pool of Bethesda_; large, by _Ravenet_ and _Picot_. A small one, by _Ravenet_, has been mentioned under 1748. Both very indifferent. Mr. _Walpole_ justly observes, that "the burlesque turn of our artist's mind mixed itself with his most serious compositions; and that, in _The Pool of Bethesda_, a servant of a rich ulcerated lady, beats back a poor man [perhaps woman] who sought the same celestial remedy." To this remark I may add, that the figure of the priest, in _The Good Samaritan_, is supremely comic, and rather resembles some purse-proud burgomaster, than the character it was designed to represent. On the top of the staircase at St. _Bartholomew's_ Hospital, and just under the cornice, is the following inscription, "The historical paintings of this staircase were painted and given by Mr. _William Hogarth_, and the ornamental paintings at his expence, A. D. 1736." Both pictures, which appear of an oblong square in the engravings, in the originals are surrounded with scroll-work which cuts off the corners of them, &c. All these ornaments, together with compartments carved at the bottom, were the work of Mr. _Richards_. Mr. _Boydell_ had the latter engraved on separate plates, appended to those above them, on which sufficient space had not been left.--_Hogarth_ requested that these pictures might never be varnished. They appear therefore to disadvantage, the decorations about them having, within these few years past, been highly glazed. _The Pool of Bethesda_ has suffered much from the sun; and _The Good Samaritan_, when lately cleaned, was pressed so hard against the straining frame, that several creases have been made in the canvas. * * * * * 1775. 1. The Politician [Mr. _Tibson_, lately a laceman in _The Strand_], from a sketch in oil, by _Hogarth_. Etched by _J. K. Sherwin_. Published _Oct._ 31, 1775. * * * * * 1781. 1. Portrait of _Solfull_,[1] a maker of punches for engravers. _W. Hogarth del. S. J. fecit aqua fort._ Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original sketch. This portrait is mentioned by Mr. _Walpole_ under the title of "_Two small heads of men in profile in one plate, etched by Mr. Ireland, from a sketch in his own collection._" [1] This was etched a second time, Mr. _Ireland_ having accidentally lost his first plate. 2. _Thomas Pellet_, M. D. President of the College of Physicians. _W. Hogarth pinxit. C. Hall sculpsit._ 3. _William Bullock_ the Comedian. _W. Hogarth pinxit. C. Hall sculpsit._ It is by no means certain that these two last portraits were painted by _Hogarth_. 4. North and South of _Great Britain. W. Hogarth delin. F. B._ [i. e. _Francis Bartolozzi_] _sculp._ This little print represents a _Scotchman_ scrubbing against a sign-post; no sign on it; with _Edenborough_ castle in the back ground:--and an _Englishman_ reposing on a post, with a pot of _London_ porter in his hand; the sign of an Ox, with _roast and boild_, by way of inscription, over his head; and a view of St. _Paul's_ at a distance. I do not believe it was designed by our artist, whose satire was usually of a more exalted kind: neither are the figures at all in his manner. A sketch imputed to _Hogarth_, and engraved by this matchless _Italian_, however, carries a double temptation with it, as it unites with the works of both artists, which are so much the present objects of pursuit. No man can entertain too high an idea of _Barlolozzi's_ talents; but yet, being sometimes apt to sacrifice similitude to grace, _Emollit mores, nec finit esset feros._ He therefore is the last person from whom justice to the strong marked characters of _Hogarth_ could be expected. Since the above observations were communicated, a new impression of this plate has appeared with the name of _Sandby_ annexed to it. The history of so extraordinary a change deserves notoriety. The publisher was at first assured that the sketch, from which he designed the engraving, was not the production of _Hogarth_. He, however, on his own judgement, pretended to affirm the contrary, being at least convinced that, during the late rage for collecting the works of our artist, no name was so likely as his to draw in purchasers. Having disposed of as many copies as he could in consequence of hanging out such false colours, he now sets sail again under those of _Sandby_, and would probably make a third voyage with Mr. _Bunbury's_ flag at his mast head, were not our second _Hogarth_ at hand, to detect the imposture.--The price of this etching, originally 2 _s._ 6 _d._ is now sold at 1 _s._ though the proprietor has incurred the fresh expence of decorating it in _aqua tinta_. Should it henceforward fail to meet with buyers, I shall not be ready to exclaim, with _Ovid_, _Flebam successu posse carere dolo._ The three last published by _John Thane, Rupert-street, Haymarket_. 5. First sketch of arms for _The Foundling Hospital. Wm. Hogarth inv._ 1747. Over the Crest and Supporters is written--A Lamb--Nature--_Britannia_. In the shield is a naked Infant: the Motto HELP. This is an accurate fac simile from a drawing with a pen and ink by _Hogarth_. Published as the Act directs _July_ 31, 1781, by _R. Livesay_, at Mrs. _Hogarth's, Leicester Fields_. The original is in the collection of the Earl of _Exeter_. 6. Two Figures, &c. _Hogarth inv. F. B._ [i. e. _Francis Bartolozzi_] _sculp._ These figures were designed for Lord _Melcombe_ and Lord _Winchelsea_. From a drawing with a pen and ink by _Hogarth_. Published as the Act directs, 31 _July_, 1781, by _R. Livesay_ at Mrs. _Hogarth's, Leicester-fields_. I am informed, however, that this drawing was certainly the work of Lord _Townshend_. The original is in the collection of the Earl of _Exeter_. 7. A mezzotinto portrait of _Hogarth_ with his hat on, in a large oval, "from an original begun by _Wheltdon_, and finished by himself, late in the possession of the Rev. Mr. _Townley. Charles Townley fec._" The family of _Hogarth_ affect to know nothing of this painting; and say, if there is such a thing, it was only slightly touched over by him. It must be confessed that it bears little, if any, resemblance to the representations of our artist edited by himself. The original is now in the possession of Mr. _James Townley_, as has been mentioned in p. 98. * * * * * 1782. 1. The Staymaker. 2. Debates on Palmistry. The humour in the first of the two preceding prints is not very strong, and in the second it is scarce intelligible. The Male _Staymaker_ seems to be taking professional liberties with a female in the very room where her husband sits, who is playing with one of his children presented to him by a nurse, perhaps with a view to call off his attention from what is going forward. The hag shews her pretended love for the infant, by kissing its posteriors. A maid-servant holds a looking-glass for the lady, and peeps significantly at the operator from behind it. A boy with a cockade on, and a little sword by his side, appears to observe the familiarities already mentioned, and is strutting up fiercely towards the Staymaker, while a girl is spilling some liquor in his hat. The figures employed in the study of _Palmistry_ seem to be designed for Physicians and Surgeons of an Hospital, who are debating on the most commodious method of receiving a fee, unattentive to the complaints of a lame female who solicits assistance. A spectre, resembling the _Royal Dane_, comes out behind, perhaps to intimate that physick and poison will occasionally produce similar effects. A glass case, containing skeletons, is open; a crocodile hangs overhead; and an owl, emblematic of this sapient consistory, is perched on an high stand. I suspect these two to have been discarded sketches--the first of them too barren in its subject to deserve finishing, and the second a repented effort of hasty spleen against the officers of _St. Bartholomew's_, who might not have treated some recommendation of a patient from our artist with all the respect and attention to which he thought it was entitled. But this is mere supposition. 3. Portrait of _Henry Fox_ Lord _Holland_. 4. Portrait of _James Caulfield_ Earl of _Charlemont_. The above four articles are all etched by _S. Haynes_, pupil to the late Mr. _Mortimer_, from original drawings in the possession of Mr. _S. Ireland_. The six prints which follow, were published by subscription by Mrs. _Hogarth_ in _April_ 1782; of these No. 5. was engraved by _Bartolozzi_, and the rest by _R. Livesay_. 5. The Shrimp Girl, a head, from an original sketch in oil, in the possession of Mrs. _Hogarth_. This plate, which is executed in the dotted manner so much at present in fashion, should have been etched or engraved like those excellent performances by _Bartolozzi_ after the drawings of _Guercino_. Spirit, rather than delicacy, is the characteristic of our artist's _Shrimp Girl_. 6. 7. Portraits of _Gabriel Hunt_ and _Benjamin Read_, in _aqua tinta_, from the original drawings in the possession of the late Mr. _Forrest_. The drawing of Mr. _Hunt_ was taken in 1733, a period when, from the number of street-robberies, it was usual to go armed. _Hunt's_ couteau is stuck in one of his button-holes. The figure of _Ben Read_ was taken in 1757. Coming one night to the club after having taken a long journey, he fell asleep there. _Hogarth_ had got on his roquelaure, and was about to leave the room; but, struck with the drollery of his friend's appearance, he exclaimed, "Heavens! what a character!" and, calling for pen and ink, took the drawing immediately, without sitting down. To be recorded only as votaries of the bottle and pipe, is no very flattering mark of distinction to these members of our artist's club. There is scarce a meaner avenue to the Temple of Fame. 8. Three plates, from the original sketches of _Hogarth_, designed for the epitaph and monument of _George Taylor_. The drawings are the property of Mr. _Morrison_. _George Taylor_ was a famous boxer, who died _February_ 21, 1750. A writer already quoted speaks of him in these terms: "_George Taylor_, known by the name of _George the Barber_, sprang up surprisingly. He has beat all the chief boxers but _Broughton_. He, I think, injudiciously fought him one of the first, and was obliged very soon to give out. Doubtless it was a wrong step in him to commence a boxer by fighting the standing champion: for _George_ was not then twenty, and _Broughton_ was in the zenith of his age and art. Since that he has greatly distinguished himself with others; but has never engaged _Broughton_ more. He is a strong able boxer, who, with a skill extraordinary, aided by his knowledge of the small and back swords, and a remarkable judgement in the cross-buttock fall, may contest with any. But, please or displease, I am resolved to be ingenuous in my characters. Therefore I am of opinion, that he is not overstocked with that necessary ingredient of a boxer, called a _bottom_; and am apt to suspect that blows of equal strength with his too much affect him and disconcert his conduct." _Godfrey on the Science of Defence_, p. 61. On _Taylor's_ tombstone in _Deptford_ church-yard is the following epitaph: Farewell ye honours of my brow! Victorious wreaths farewell! One trip from Death has laid me low, By whom such numbers fell. Yet bravely I'll dispute the prize, Nor yield, though out of breath: 'Tis but a fall--I yet shall rise, And conquer--even DEATH. The idea, however, is all that can merit praise in these rough outlines by _Hogarth_. Some graver critics, indeed, may think our artist has treated the most solemn of all events with too great a degree of levity. 9. Nine prints of _Hogarth's_ Tour from drawings by _Hogarth_, &c. accompanied with nine pages of letter press. The frontispiece of this work (Mr. _Somebody_) was designed by _Hogarth_, as emblematical of their journey, _viz._ that it was a short Tour by land and water, backwards and forwards, without head or tail. The 9th is the tail-piece (Mr. _Nobody_) of the same whimsical nature with the first; the whole being intended as a burlesque on historical writers recording a series of insignificant events intirely uninteresting to the reader. "Some few copies of the Tour," says Mr. _Walpole_,[1] "were printed by Mr. _Nichols_ in the preceding year. It was a party of pleasure down the river into _Kent_, undertaken by Mr. _Hogarth_, Mr. _Scott_, and three of their friends, in which they intended to have more humour than they accomplished, as is commonly the case in such meditated attempts. The Tour was described in verse by one of the company, and the drawings executed by the painters, but with little merit, except the views taken by Mr. _Scott_." I have transcribed this paragraph lest the readers of the truly valuable work whence it is taken should imagine the Tour printed by _J. N._ in 1781, was the same with that published by Mr. _Livesay_ in 1782. The former was the production of the ingenious Mr. _Gostling_ of _Canterbury_; the latter was written by one of the company, and, with the omission of a single glaring indelicacy, and many false spellings, has been faithfully edited by Mr. _Livesay_. [1] Vol. IV. 8vo. p. 192. 10. _Hogarth's_ Crest, exhibiting the Line of Beauty. _Cyprus_ and _Variety_ subjoined by way of mottoes; but my readers will anticipate me when I observe that the universe contains no place in which _Hogarth_ had so little interest as in the _Cyprian_ isle, where _Venus_ was attended by the Graces. _Hogarth's_ original sketch, which he delivered to Mr. _Catton_ the coach-painter for the purpose of having it transferred on his carriage, is now in the possession of Mr. _Livesay_. 11. The card of invitation mentioned in p. 63. is introduced in the title-page of the present publication. It is engraved by _J. Cary_, a young artist, whose abilities, more particularly in the line of map-engraving, will soon raise him into notice. 12. An Old Man's Head with a band. In the dotted stile. Published by _Livesay_. * * * * * 1785. 1. Orator _Henley_ Christening a Child. Etched by _Saml Ireland_ from an original sketch in oil--in his possession--by _Hogarth_.--To _Francis Grose_, Esq; F. A. S. an encourager and promoter of the arts, this etching, from his favourite _Hogarth_, is inscribed by his obliged friend and servant, SAML IRELAND. 2. A Landscape. Etch'd by _Saml Ireland_, from an original picture in his possession, said to be the only landscape ever painted by _Hogarth_.--To the Right Honourable the Earl of _Exeter_, an admirer of _Hogarth_, and encourager of the arts, this etching is inscribed by his Lordship's most obliged and obedient servant. S. IRELAND. The very considerable degree of skill and fidelity, displayed in the execution of these two plates, entitles the gentleman who etched them to the warmest thanks of every collector of the works of _Hogarth_.--May a hope be added, that he will favour us with yet other unpublished designs of the same master? * * * * * PRINTS _of uncertain Date_. Before Mr. _Walpole's_ enumeration of the following shop-bills, coats of arms, &c. made its appearance, perhaps few of them were known to our collectors. Concerning the genuineness of some of these unimportant engravings, no doubt can be entertained; but whence is it inferred that _all_ of them were his productions? Do we receive them merely on the faith of Mr. _Pond_? or are they imputed to our artist for any other reason, or on the strength of any other testimony? I am assured, by a gentleman who possesses the chief of them, and is well acquainted with _Hogarth's_ manner, that from mere external evidence several of these could not have been authenticated. It is natural, however, to suppose that most of them (if _Hogarth's_) were the fruits of his apprenticeship.[1] As such, therefore, they should be placed at the beginning of every collection. [1] Let it be remembered likewise, that being bound apprentice to the single branch of engraving arms and cyphers, the majority of his works, whether on base metal or silver, must have been long since melted down. During the minority of _Hogarth_, the forms in which plate was made, could contribute little to its chance of preservation. Pot-bellied tankards, and salvers scalloped like old-fashioned minced-pies, were the highest efforts of that period. * * * * * 1. People in a shop under the King's arms: _Mary_ and _Ann Hogarth_. "_A shop-bill_" for his two sisters, who for many years kept a linen-draper's, or rather what is called a slop-shop. _Mary_ and _Ann Hogarth_. from the Old Frock-shop near the corner of _The Long Walk_, facing _The Cloysters_, Removed to ye _Kings Arms_ joyning to ye _Little Britain-gate_, near _Long Walk_. Sells ye best and most Fashionable Ready Made Frocks, sutes of Fustian, Ticken and Holland, stript Dimmity and Flañel Wastcoats, blue and canvas Frocks, and bluecoat Boys Drars. Likewise Fustians, Tickens, Hollands, white stript Dĩ̃mitys, white and stript Flañels in ye piece. By wholesale or Retale, at Reasonable Rates. 2. His own cypher, with his name under it at length; "_a plate he used for his books_." I have reason to think it was neither designed nor engraved by _Hogarth_. 3. A _Turk's_ head. "_A shop bill_," for _John Barker_, goldsmith, at the _Morocco_ Ambassador's head in _Lombard-Street_.--A copy of this has been made. 4. A shop-bill, with emblems of Trade. Grand Duke of _Tuscany's_ arms at the top; those of _Florence_ within the plate. At the four corners, views of _Naples, Venice, Genoa,_ and _Leghorne_. At Mrs. _Holt's, Italian_ Warehouse, at the two Olive Posts in ye broad part of _The Strand_ almost opposite to _Exeter Change_ are sold all Sorts of _Italian_ Silks, as Lustrings, Sattins, Padesois, Velvets, Damasks, &c. Fans, Legorne Hats, Flowers, Lute and Violin Strings, Books of Essences, Venice Treacle, Balsomes, &c. And in a Back Warehouse all Sorts of _Italian_ Wines, _Florence_ Cordials, Oyl, Olives, Anchovies, Capers, Vermicelli, _Bolognia_ Sausidges, _Parmesan_ Cheeses, _Naple_ Soap, &c. 5. A large angel, holding a palm in his left hand. "_A shop-bill_" for _Ellis Gamble_ Goldsmith, at the _Golden-Angel_ in _Cranbourn-street, Leicester-Fields_. Makes Buys and Sells all Sorts of Plate, Rings and Jewels &c. _Ellis Gamble_ Orfeure, a l'Enseigne de l'Ange d'Or dans _Cranbourn-Street, Leicester-Fields_. Fait, Achete, & vend toutes sortes d'Argenterie, Bagues & Bijouxs, &c. 6. A smaller angel. This is a contracted copy from the preceding, was another shop-bill for our Artist's Master, and has the same inscription as that already given. 7. Another small angel "almost the same as the preceding," in the collection of Mr. _Walpole_. 8. A large oval coat of arms, with terms of the four seasons. 9. A coat of arms, with two slaves and trophies. Plate for books. 10. Another coat of arms, and two boys as terms. 11. A foreign coat of arms; supporters a savage and an angel. Ditto. 12. Lord _Aylmer's_ coat of arms. 13. Two ditto of the Duchess of _Kendal_; one of them, an impression from a silver tea table. 14. The Earl of _Radnor's_ arms, from a silver cup and cover. 15. A grifon, with a flag. A crest. 16. _Minerva_, sitting and holding the arms of _Holland_, four _Cupids_ round her. "_Done for the books of_ John Holland, _herald-painter._" Of this there are two plates. The _Fleurs de Lys_ in the one are more numerous and crowded than in the other. 17. A ticket for a burial. For the same purpose our artist's contemporary _Coypel_ likewise engraved a plate, which is still in use. 18. Two small for _Milton. W. Hogarth inv. & sculp._ It is so singular, that only plates referring to the first and third books of _Paradise Lost_ should be discovered with our artist's name subscribed to them, that I almost suspect they were not executed for any edition of that work, but rather for some oratorio or operatical performance founded thereon, though neither performed nor printed. An example of two prints by _Hogarth_ to a single dramatic piece, we have already met with in _Perseus and Andromeda_. If the first of the present designs was made for the first book of _Paradise Lost_, one might almost swear that _Hogarth_ had never read it, or he could not have fallen into the strange absurdities and incoherences that his engraving displays. We have on one side a Dæmon exalted in a kind of pulpit, at the foot of which another infernal spirit lies bound in chains, while a cannon is pointed at his head. At a distance, in the centre of an arcade adorned with statues, is a throne with a personage seated on it. Over his head are little beings supporting an emblem of eternity. Stars, &c. appear above them. Whether this dignified character was designed for "a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd," it would be difficult from his figure and attributes to determine. Perhaps several works of fancy might be named, with which the present representation would as naturally connect as with the first book of _Milton's_ Poem. The following plate exhibits two celestial characters of equal age. They sit aloft in the clouds, and listen to a concert of angels playing on various instruments, and, among the rest, on a clumsy organ. A ray of light darts down on a distant orb, designed, I suppose, for the new-created world, towards which the figure of a little being, scarce bigger than a bird, though meant for _Satan_, is seen directing its flight.[1] A bookseller of common sagacity would have been justified in rejecting these designs, if prepared for _Milton_. Indeed, had I not been taught by Mr. _Walpole's_ catalogue that such was their destination, I should not hastily have conjectured that the former of them had the least reference to the Poet's _Pandæmonium_. Let it be remembered, however, that these must have been among the earliest of _Hogarth's_ performances, and, like his prints for _Don Quixote_, were in all probability thrown aside, as unsuited to the purpose for which they were engraved. I have been told, indeed, that a couple of plates, by our artist, to the comedy of _The Spanish Friar_, are still existing.[2] If _Hogarth_, therefore, was once employed in preparing cuts to the plays of _Dryden_, the designs already mentioned might have been intended for two different scenes in _The State of Innocence, or the Fall of Man_. [1] In justice, however, to one of these designs, I transcribe part of a letter that appeared in _The Gentleman's Magazine_ for _March_ 1782. "_Twickenham, March_ 12. "MR. URBAN, "Throughout Mr. _Nichols's_ excellent but unequal account of _Hogarth_ and his works, there is no decision I am so much inclined to controvert, as that respecting the first of the two plates to _Milton_. Perhaps the critic had only seen some imperfect copy of the _Pandæmonium_, or formed his idea of it on the vague description of those who who had considered it with less attention than it really deserves. In my opinion, our artist's arrangement of the infernal senate affords a happy instance of his power to exhibit scenes of picturesque sublimity. The ample space within the arcade, containing myriads of subordinate spirits; the vault above, illuminated by supernatural fires; the magnificence and elevation of _Satan's_ throne; his superior stature, and the characteristic symbols over the seats of his peers; are circumstances entitled to a more flattering reception than they have met with. That this print has likewise absurdities, I am ready to allow: yet a _Voltaire_ might ask whether most of them are not inseparable from its subject. I wish, for the sake of those who acknowledge the genius of _Hogarth_ only in familiar combinations, that the plate in question were less rare. Our connoisseurs in general might then decide on its merits. The only known impression of it, as well as of its companion, is in the collection of Mr. _Walpole_,[A] who once indulged me with a sight of them both. "I am content, however, that the second of these plates should be abandoned to the austerities of criticism. The architecture in the skies is every way unsuitable to its place. The characters of the Almighty and our Redeemer have little, if any, discrimination of attributes or years. They appear swinging on a festoon composed of tiny cherubs, clustered together like a swarm of bees. The Father rests his arm on one of these childish satellites; and the Son holds another by the wing, like _Domitian_ catching a fly. Beneath, is a concert of angels, who perform on different instruments, and among others (as Mr. _Nichols's_ book expresses it) on a clumsy organ. _Lucifer_, approaching the new-created world, appears but as an insect, flying towards an apple. This part of _Hogarth's_ subject is beyond the compass of any design on a contracted scale. _Satan_ might be delineated in the act of alighting on a promontory, a part of the earth; but when its complete orb is exhibited on a slip of paper measuring about six inches by four, the enterprizing fiend must be reduced to very insignificant dimensions. Such a circumstance may therefore succeed in a poet's comprehensive description, but will fail on any plate designed for the ornament of a little volume. "Let me add, that these two are the neatest and most finished of all the engravings by _Hogarth_. The second might have been mistaken for one of the smaller works of _Picart_. Perhaps the high price demanded for the plates, was the reason why a series of them was not continued through the other books of _Paradise Lost_." [A] These two plates are also in the collection of Mr. _Steevens_. [2] These are in the collection of the Earl of _Exeter_, and are said to have the name of our artist fallaciously affixed to them. I speak, however, with uncertainty. 19. A coat of arms from a large silver tea table. Under these arms are a shepherd and his flock, exactly the same as those on the tankard, N° 25. A shepherd and shepherdess also are the supporters. This has been ascribed to _Hogarth_, but I suspect it to be a copy, and am told indeed that it was engraved by _Pelitreau_. 20. Impression from a coat of arms engraved on a silver dish made by _Delemery_; purchased, at some distance of time, by Sir _Gregory Page_, Bart. who erased the original arms from the escutcheon, and had his own put in. The dish was afterwards bought at _Christie's_ at a sale of Sir _Gregory's_ plate; and when 25 impressions only had been taken from it, was cut to pieces by _R. Morrison_, 1781. I wish some of these discoveries of _Hogarth's_ engravings had been made by people who had no immediate view to their own profit, and the sale of their acquisitions. Too many of our collectors are become dealers. 21. Small oval print for the Rape of the Lock. This was not designed for any edition of it. A few impressions only were taken off from the lid of a snuff-box engraved by Mr. _Hogarth_, as it is believed, for some gentleman characterized by _Pope_ in his celebrated mock-heroic poem. It is one of the poorest of _Hogarth's_ performances. 22. An emblematic print, representing Agriculture and Arts. "_It seems to be a ticket for some society._" 23. A ticket for the benefit of _Milward_ the tragedian. A scene in _The Beggar's Opera_; "Pitt 3 _s._" inserted with a pen between "Theatre" and "Royal," in a scroll at the bottom of it. I have seen an impression of it, under which is engraved, "_Lincolns-Inn Fields, Tuesday, Aprill_ 23. _A Bold Stroke for a Wife_, with Entertainments, for the benefit of Mr. _Milward_." This careless, but spirited little engraving, has more of _Hogarth's_ manner than several other more laboured pieces, which of late have been imputed to him.--Let the connoisseur judge. This ticket (as is already observed) must have been issued before 1733, when the Theatre in _Lincolns-Inn-Fields_ was shut up, and all the actors, _Milward_ among the rest, removed to _Covent Garden_. 24. The Mystery of Masonry brought to Light by the _Gormagons_. A. _Chin Quaw-Kypo'_ _Done from ye Original._ 1st _Emperor of China_. _Painted at Pekin by Matt-chauter,_ B. _The sage Confucius._ _Grav'd by Ho-ge_ C. _In Chin present_ _and sold by ye Printsellers_ _Oecumenical Volgi._ _of London Paris and Rome._ D. _The Mandarin Hangchi._ _Hogarth inv. et sculp._ To the earliest impressions of this plate, the name of _Sayer_ (for whom it has since been retouched) is wanting. "_Stolen from_ Coypel's Don Quixote." Underneath, these verses: From Eastern climes, transplanted to our coasts, Two oldest orders that creation boasts Here meet in miniature, expos'd to view That by their conduct men may judge their due. The _Gormagons_, a venerable race, Appear distinguish'd with peculiar grace: What honour! wisdom! truth! and social love! Sure such an order had its birth, above. But mark Free Masons! what a farce is this? How wild their mystery! what a _Bum_ they kiss![1] Who would not laugh,[2] who such occasions had? Who should not weep, to think the world so mad? I should suspect that this plate was published about 1742, when the Procession[3] of _Scald Miserables_ had been produced[4] to parody the cavalcade of the _Free Masons_, who ever afterwards discontinued their annual procession. _Hogarth_ was always ready to avail himself of any popular subject that afforded a scope to ridicule. Among _Harry Carey's_ Poems, however, 1729, third edition, is the following; "The Moderator between the Free-Masons and Gormogons. "The Masons and the Gormogons Are laughing at one another, While all mankind are laughing at them; Then why do they make such a pother? "They bait their hook for simple gulls, And truth with bam they smother; But when they've taken in their culls, Why then 'tis--Welcome Brother!" The particular disputes between the parties referred to by this poem, it is not easy to ascertain. Perhaps the humourous writer alludes to some schism or dissention now forgotten. Mr. _Gray_, in one of his letters to Mr. _Walpole_, says, "I reckon next week to hear you are a Free Mason, or a _Gormogon_ at least." 4to edition, p. 188. I learn from _Masonry Dissected_, &c. a pamphlet published in 1730, by _Samuel Prichard_, late member of a Constituted Lodge, that "From the Accepted Mason sprang the real Masons, and from both sprang the _Gormogons_, whose grand master the _Volgi_ deduces his original from the _Chinese_, whose writings, if to be credited, maintain the hypotheses of the Pre-adamites, and consequently must be more antique than Masonry."--This circumstance will account for the _Chinese_ names and habits in our artist's plate. [1] On this occasion the print exhibits a trait of humour that may hitherto have escaped observation. To render the part presented for salutation more tempting, it has patches on, such as women wore at the time when the plate was published. [2] _Who would not laugh_, &c. Parody on the concluding couplet of _Pope's_ character of _Addison_. [3] The contrivers of the Mock Procession were at that time said to be _Paul Whitehead_, esq. and his intimate friend (whose real Christian name was _Esquire_) _Carey_, of _Pall Mall_, surgeon to _Frederic_ Prince of _Wales_. The city officers did not suffer this procession to go through _Temple-Bar_, the common report then being, that its real intent was to affront the annual procession of the Free Masons. The Prince was so much offended at this piece of ridicule, that he immediately removed _Carey_ from the office he held under him. [4] The print, representing a View of _Somerset-House_ and of _The Strand_, is 3 feet 11½ inches in length, and ten inches in width; and is intituled, "A Geometrical View of the grand Procession of the scald-miserable Masons, designed as they were drawn up over against _Somerset-House_ in _The Strand_, on the Twenty-seventh of _April_, An° 1742. Invented and engraved by _A. Benoist_, at his Lodgings, at Mr. _Jordan's_, a Grocer, the North East Corner of _Compton-street, So-ho_; and sold by the Printsellers of _London_ and _Westminster_.--Note, _A. Benoist_ teaches Drawing abroad. "N° 1. The grand Swoard Bearer, or Tyler, carrying the Swoard of State (a Present of _Ishmael Abiff_ to old _Hyram_ King of the _Saracens_) to his Grace of _Wattin_, Grand Master of the Holy Lodge of _St. John of Jerusalem_ in _Clerkenwell_. "2. Tylers or Guarders. "3. Grand Chorus of Instruments. "4. The Stewards, in three Gutt Carts, drawn by Asses. "5. Two famous Pillars, _Jachin_ and _Boaz_. "6. Three great Lights: the Sun Hieroglyphical to rule the Day, the Moon Emblematical to rule the Night; a Master Mason Political to rule his--Lodge. "7. The Entered Prentice's Token. "8. The Letter G famous in Masonry for differencing the Fellow Craft's Lodge from that of Prentices. "9. The Funeral of a Grand Master, according to the Rites of the Order, with the 15 loving Brethren. "10. A Master Mason's Lodge. "11. Grand Band of Musick. "12. Two Trophies; one being that of a Black-shoe Boy and Link Boy, the other that of a Chimney Sweeper. "13. The Equipage of the Grand Master, all the Attendants wearing Mystical Jewels." A different, but a smaller, print of this Mock Procession was printed in _May_ 1742, with the following memoranda, viz. "The great Demand there has been for _The Westminster Journal_, of the 8th instant, occasion'd reprinting the following piece. "From my own Apartments in _Spring Gardens_. "Though I do not belong to the Fraternity mentioned in the following piece, and therefore am little concerned in the annual disputes, I think it my duty, as a Watchman of the city of _Westminster_, to preserve the memory of the late extraordinary Cavalcade, the like to which hath never happened since I have been in office. As more solemn processions have of late years been very rare, it cannot surely be taken amiss, either by the _Free Masons_, or the _Scald-Miserables_, that I give so much distinction to this. "_T. Touchit._ "The Free Mason's Downfall, or the Restoration of the Scald-Miserables." After the print follows: "A Key, or Explanation of the solemn and stately Procession of the Scald-Miserable Masons, as it was martial'd on _Tuesday_ the 27th past, by their _Scald-Pursuivant_ Black Mantle--set forth by Order of the Grand Master _Poncy_."--Printed by _J. Mechell_, at _The Kings Arms_ in _Fleet-street_, and sold by the Pamphlet-shops, &c. Price Two-pence. Extracts from _The London Daily Post, March_ 20, 1740-1, &c. "Yesterday some mock Free-Masons marched through _Pall-Mall_ and _The Strand_, as far as _Temple-Bar_, in procession; first went fellows on jack-asses, with cows horns in their hands; then a kettle-drummer on a jack-ass, having two butter-firkins for kettle-drums; then followed two carts drawn by jack-asses, having in them the stewards with several badges of their order; then came a mourning coach drawn by six horses, each of a different colour and size, in which were the grand master and wardens; the whole attended by a vast mob. They stayed without _Temple Bar_ till the Masons came by, and paid their compliments to them, who returned the same with an agreeable humour that possibly disappointed the witty contriver of this mock scene, whole misfortune is, that though he has some wit, his subjects are generally so ill chosen, that he loses by it as many friends as other people of more judgement gain." Again, _April_ 28, 1742. "Yesterday being the annual feast of the ancient and honourable society of Free and Accepted Masons, they made a grand procession from _Brook-street_ to _Haberdashers Hall_, where an elegant entertainment was provided for them, and the evening was concluded with that harmony and decency peculiar to the society." "Some time before the society began their cavalcade, a number of shoe-cleaners, chimney-sweepers, &c. on foot and in carts, with ridiculous pageants carried before them, went in procession to _Temple-Bar_, by way of jest on the Free-Masons, at the expence, as we hear, of one hundred pounds sterling, which occasioned a great deal of diversion." Again, _May_ 3, 1744. "Yesterday several of the mock masons were taken up by the constable empowered to impress men for his Majesty's service, and confined till they can be examined by the justices." 24. _Sancho_, at the magnificent feast, &c. starved by his Physician. On the top of this plate are the following words: "This original print was invented and engraved by _William Hogarth_. Price 1 _s._" At bottom we read, _W. Hogarth inv. & sculp. Printed for H. Overton and J. Hoole._ Perhaps this design was meant as a rival to that of _Coypel_ on the same subject; or might be intended by way of specimen of a complete set of plates for _Don Quixote_. Mr. _S. Ireland_ has the original drawing. 25. Impression from a tankard belonging to a club of artists, who met weekly at _The Bull's Head_ in _Clare-Market_. Of this society _Hogarth_ was a member. A shepherd and his flock are here represented. 26. The Gin Drinkers. This may have been one of _Hogarth's_ early performances; and, if such, is to be considered as a rude fore-runner of his _Gin-Lane_. But I do not vouch for its authencity. 27. The Oratory.[1] Orator _Henley_ on a scaffold, a monkey (over whom is written _Amen_) by his side. A box of pills and the Hyp Doctor lying beside him. Over his head, "The ORATORY. _Inveniam viam, aut faciam._"[2] Over the door. "_Ingredere ut proficias._"[3] A Parson receiving the money for admission. Under him, "The Treasury." A Butcher stands as porter. On the left hand, Modesty in a cloud; Folly in a coach; and a gibbet prepared for Merit; people laughing. One marked THE SCOUT,[4] introducing a Puritan Divine. A Boy easing nature. Several grotesque figures, one of them (marked TEE-HEE) in a violent fit of laughter. I discover no reason for regarding this as a production of _Hogarth_, though his name, cut from the bottom of one of his smaller works, was fraudulently affixed to an impression of it belonging to the late worthy Mr. _Ingham Foster_, whose prints were sold at _Barford's_, in _March_ 1783. _Hogarth_, whose resources, both from fancy and observation, were large, was never, like the author of this plate, reduced to the poor necessity of peopling his comic designs with _Pierot, Scaramouch_, and the other hackneyed rabble of _French_ and _Italian_ farces. Underneath a second impression of it, is the following inscription: "_An extempore Epigram, made at the Oratory:_ "O Orator! with brazen face and lungs, Whose jargon's form'd of ten unlearned tongues, Why stand'st thou there a whole long hour haranguing, When half the time fits better men for hanging!" _Geo. B--k--h[5] jun. Copper-scratcher and Grub-Street invent. sculp._ [1] There are such coincidences between this print and that of _The Beggar's Opera_, as incline me to think they were both by the same hand. [2] The motto on the medals which Mr _Henley_ dispersed as tickets to his subscribers. See Note on _Dunciad_, III. 199. [3] This inscription is over the outer door of St. _Paul's_ school. [4] On what personage the name of _Scout_ was bestowed, I am unable to inform the reader, though I recollect having seen the same figure in several other prints, particularly one from which it appears that he was at last murdered. [5] _B--k--h._ Perhaps this was an intended mistake for _B--k--m._ 28. Orator _Henley_ christening a child. _John Sympson jun. fecit._ Mezzotinto (commonly of a greenish colour), with the following verses under it: Behold _Vilaria_ lately brought to bed, Her cheeks now strangers to their rosy red; Languid her eyes, yet lovely she appears! And oh! what fondness her lord's visage wears! The pamper'd priest, in whose extended arms The female infant lies, with budding charms, Seeming to ask the name e'er he baptise, Casts at the handsome gossips his wanton eyes, While gay Sir _Fopling_, an accomplish'd ass, Is courting his own dear image in the glass: The _Midwife_ busied too, with mighty care, Adjusts the cap, shews innocency fair. Behind her stands the _Clerk_, on whose grave face Sleek _Abigal_ cannot forbear to gaze: But master, without thought, poor harmless child, Has on the floor the _holy-water_ spill'd, Thrown down the hat; the lap-dog gnaws the rose; And at the fire the _Nurse_ is warming cloaths. One guest enquires the _Parson's_ name;--says _Friendly_, Why, dont you know, Sir?--'tis _Hyp-Doctor[1] H----y_. _Sold by J. Sympson, at the Dove in Russel-Court, Drury-Lane._ An original sketch in oil, on the same subject, is in the possession of Mr. _S. Ireland_.[2] [1] He wrote a periodical paper under that title. [2] See p. 415. for an etching from it. 29. A woman swearing a child to a grave citizen.[1] _W. Hogarth pinx. J. Sympson jun. sculp. Sold by J. Sympson_ engraver and print-seller, at _The Dove_ in _Russel-Court, Drury-Lane_. This Mr. _Walpole_ observes to be a very bad print. Perhaps he had only seen some wretched impression, or copy of it (for there are two, the one in a small size, the other large, but fit for no other purpose than to adorn the walls of a country Inn), and therefore spoke with contempt of a performance which hardly deserves so unfavourable a character. This entire design, however, is stolen from a picture of _Heemskirk_, which has been since engraved in mezzotinto by _W. Dickinson_ of _New Bond-street_, and published _March 10_, 1772. The original picture is in the possession of Mr. _Watson_, surgeon, in _Rathbone Place_. The title given to this plate by the ingenious engraver, is _The Village Magistrate_. All the male figures are monkies; all the female ones, cats. _Hogarth_ has likewise been indebted to its companion--_The Constable of the Night_. Few impressions from these plates having been hitherto sold, they are both in excellent condition, and the former of them exhibits an indisputable instance of _Hogarth's_ plagiarism. While _Picart_ was preparing his _Religious Ceremonies_, he wrote to some friend here, to supply him with representations illustrative of his subject. His correspondent, either through ignorance or design, furnished him with the two preceding plates by _Hogarth. Picart_ has engraved the former with a few variations, and the latter with the utmost fidelity. The one is called by him _Le Serment de la Fille qui se trouve enceinte_; the other, _Le Baptême domestique_. The first contains a supposed portrait of Sir _Thomas de Veil_. For the conversion of a _civil_ into a _religious_ ceremony, let the _Frenchman_, or his purveyor, be answerable. The lines under _Hogarth's_ performance are as follows: Here Justice triumphs in his elbow chair, And makes his market of the trading fair; His office-shelves with parish laws are grac'd, But spelling-books, and guides between 'em placed Here pregnant madam screens the real fire, And falsely swears her bastard child for hire Upon a rich old letcher, who denies The fact, and vows the naughty Hussif lies; His wife enrag'd, exclaims against her spouse, And swears she'll be reveng'd upon his brows; The jade, the justice, and church ward'ns agree, And force him to provide security. _Hogarth's_ picture is in the possession of the Rev. Mr. _Whalley_, at _Ecton, Northamptonshire_. Mr. _Whalley_ is the nephew of _John Palmer_, whose portrait is mentioned among the works of _Hogarth_. See p. 295. This picture too is at _Ecton_. The foregoing print (as already observed, p. 121.) must have been published before the year 1735. [1] A copy of this forms the head-piece to a tale printed in _Banks's_ Works, vol, I. p. 248, intituled, "The Substitute Father." 30. Right Hon. _Gustavus_ Lord Viscount _Boyne_, &c. &c. Whole length, mezzotinto. _W. Hogarth pinx. Andrew Miller fecit._ "_A very bad print, done in Ireland._" I have since met with an early impression of this mezzotinto. The inscription, dedication, &c. underneath it, are as follows: "_W. Hogarth pinx. Ford fecit._ The Rt. Honble. _Gustavus_ Lord Visct. _Boyne_, Baron of _Stackallen_, one of his Majesty's most Honble. Priuy Council, one of the Comrs. of the Revenue of _Ireland_, &c. "To the Rt. Honble. the Earl of _Kildare_ this plate is humbly dedicated by his Lordship's most obedient humble servt. _Mich. Ford_. "Published and sold by _Mich. Ford_, Painter and Print-seller on _Cork Hill_. Price 5s. 5.d. [i. e. five thirteens."] Mr. _Walpole's_ is probably a later or a retouched impression from the same plate, after it had fallen into the hands of one _Andrew Miller_, who effaced the name of _Ford_, and substituted his own. This scarce print will undoubtedly suffer from comparison with the works of _Smith, M'Ardell, Earlom, Jones,_ &c. and yet perhaps it is the best mezzotinto that _Ireland_ has hitherto produced. It must be confessed, however, that _Hogarth's_ whole-length figure of Lord _Boyne_ is equally void of grace, meaning, and proportion; but these defects have no connection with the labours of _Ford_, which would have appeared to more advantage had they been exerted on a better subject. 31. Mr. _Pine_ (the celebrated engraver), in the manner of _Rembrandt_. Mezzotinto (about the year 1746), by _M'Ardell, Price_ 2 _s._ The original was in the possession of the late Mr. _Ranby_ the surgeon. There is a second head of Mr. _Pine_, a mezzotinto; both his hands leaning on a cane. Printed for _George Pulley_, at _Rembrandt's Head_, the corner of _Bride-court, Fleet-street_. I have called this "a second head," but know not which of the two was first published. In the first edition of the present work I had described this plate as an unfinished one, but have since met with it in a perfect state. 32. A View of Mr. _Ranby's_ house at _Chiswick. Etched by Hogarth._ This view, I am informed, was taken in 1750, but was not designed for sale. 33. _Daniel Lock_, Esq. F. S. A. formerly an architect. He retired from business with a good fortune, lived in _Surrey-street_, and was buried in the chapel of _Trinity College, Cambridge_. Mezzotinto. _W. Hogarth pinx. J. M'Ardell fecit. Price_ 1 _s._ 6 _d._ 34. Christ and his disciples; persons at a distance carried to an hospital. "In as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." _St. Matt._ xxv. ver. 40. _W. Hogarth inv. C. Grignion sculp._ Ticket for _The London Hospital_. As this charitable foundation was instituted in 1740, probably the ticket was engraved soon afterwards. 35. Original of the same, in a smaller size, with the Duke of _Richmond's_ arms as president. 36. Another, almost the same as N° 34, but with a view of _The London Hospital_. 37. Six prints for _Don Quixote. W. Hogarth inv. & sculp._ When Lord _Carteret_, about the year 1737, was seeking artists to design, &c. plates for his _Spanish_ edition of this famous novel, published in 1738, _Hogarth_, of course, was not overlooked. His performances, however, gave so little satisfaction to his noble employer, that they were paid for, and then laid aside in favour of _Vandrebank's_ drawings, afterwards engraved by _Vandergucht_. The plates remaining in the hands of Mr. _Tonson_, his lordship's publisher, at his death, were bought by Mr. _Dodsley_, who, finding they exhibited no descriptions that could render them welcome to the possessors of any copy of _Don Quixote_ whatever, had the titles of the chapters, &c. to which they belong, together with references to the corresponding pages in _Jarvis's_ translation, engraved under each of them. The subjects of them are, I. Funeral of _Chrysostom_, and _Marcella_ vindicating herself; vol. I. p. 71. II. The Inn-keeper's wife and daughter taking care of the Don after being beaten and bruised, p. 129. III. _Don Quixote_ releases the galley slaves, p. 129. IV. The unfortunate Knight of the Rock meeting _Don Quixote_, p. 140. V. _Don Quixote_ seizes the barber's bason for _Mambrino's_ helmet, p. 155. VI. The Curate and Barber disguising themselves to convey _Don Quixote_ home, p. 166. _Tonson_ had several specimens of plates, both in quarto and octavo sizes, executed for editions of _Shakspeare_, but they shared the same fate with the others prepared for _Don Quixote_. 38. An oval, with two figures representing _Hymen_ and _Cupid_. A view of a magnificent villa at a distance. This print was intended as a ticket for _Sigismunda_, which _Hogarth_ proposed to be raffled for. It is often marked with ink 2 _l._ 2 _s._ The number of each ticket was to have been inserted on the scroll hanging down from the knee of the principal figure. Perhaps none of them were ever disposed of. This plate, however, must have been engraved about 1762 or 3. Had I not seen many copies of it marked by the hand of _Hogarth_, I should have supposed it to have been only a ticket for a concert or music-meeting. 39. Four heads from the cartoons at _Hampton-Court_. An etching. Mr. _Walpole_, in his _Anecdotes of Painting_, &c. vol. IV. p. 22. speaking of Sir _James Thornhill's_ attention to these celebrated pictures, has the following remark: "He made copious studies of the heads, hands, and feet, and intended to publish an exact account of the whole, for the use of students: but his work never appeared." As this plate was found among others engraved by _Hogarth_, it might probably have been one of his early performances. His widow has directed a few impressions to be taken from it, and they are sold at her house in _Leicester-square_. 40. A Scene in a Pantomime Entertainment lately exhibited; designed by a Knight of _Malta_. A satire on the Royal Incorporated Society of Artists of _Great Britain_. No name. This design is difficult to be explained, as it alludes to some forgotten dissentions among the artists before the Royal Academy was founded. Sir _William Chambers, Kirby, Rooker_ the Engraver and Harlequin, _Liotard_, remarkable for having adopted the _Turkish_ dress, and others, are introduced in it. The hat and head of _Hogarth_ also appear on one of the necks of a Hydra. It is hardly credible, therefore, that he should have rendered himself an object of his own satire. A mere etched outline of the same design, with additions, was afterwards published, and is marked plate II. It is larger than the original plate, and must be considered as a slight temporary sketch, of which the author is uncertain. 41. A Ticket-porter carrying a load of chamber-pots to some place of public resort, from the entrance of which three grenadiers are keeping off the crowd. At the bottom is written. "_Jack_ in an Office, or _Peter Necessary_, with Choice of Chamber-pots. "A Ticket for the--------------------Price 6 _d._" Of the following articles the 49th, and 53d, are the undoubted productions of _Hogarth_. Some of the rest may admit of dispute. Those marked * I have not yet seen in any collection but that of Mr. _S. Ireland_. * 42. Arms of _George Lambart_ [_Lambert_] the painter, an intimate friend of our artist. * 43. Arms of _Gore_, engraved on a silver waiter. * 44. Arms of a Duke of _Kendal_. N. B. There never was a _Duke_ of _Kendal_, but an infant son of _James_ II. The arms mentioned are certainly those of the Dutchess of _Kendal_. The male shield must be a mistake. * 45. Arms of _Chudleigh_; motto "Aut vincam, aut peribo." Done for Major _L'Emery_, whilst _Hogarth_ was apprentice. 46. The Great Seal of _England_, from a large silver table. This was given to Mr. _S. Ireland_ by a Mr. _Bonneau_, who took off the impression before the year 1740. 47. Twenty-six figures, on two large sheets, engraved for "A Compendium of Military Discipline, as it is practised by the Honourable the Artillery Company of the City of _London_, for the initiating and instructing Officers of the Trained Bands of the said City, &c. Most humbly dedicated to his Royal Highness _George_ Prince of _Wales_, Captain General of the Honourable the Artillery Company. By _John Blackwell_, Adjutant and Clerk to the said Company. "_London_. Printed for the Author; and are to be sold at his house in _Well-Court_ in _Queen-Street_, near _Cheapside_, 1726." 48. _Farinelli, Cuzzoni,_ and _Heydegger. Cuzzoni_ and _Farinelli_ are singing a duet. The latter is in the character of a prisoner, being chained by his little finger. _Heydegger_ sits behind, and is supposed to utter the eight following lines, which are engraved under the plate: Thou tuneful scarecrow, and thou warbling bird, No shelter for your notes these lands afford. This town protects no more the singsong strain, Whilst Balls and Masquerades triumphant reign. Sooner than midnight revels ere should fail, And ore Ridottos Harmony prevail; The cap (a refuge once) my head shall grace, And save from ruin this harmonious face.[1] I am told, however, that this plate was designed by the last Countess of _Burlington_, and etched by _Goupy_. I may add, that the figures in it, though slightly done on the whole, consist of more than a single stroke, being retouched and heightened by the burin in several places. On the contrary, _Hogarth's_ plate, intituled _The Charmers of the Age_, only offers an etched outline, which at once afforded the extent of his design, leaving no room for improvement. The former print exhibits traces of perseverance and assiduity; the latter is an effort of genius that completes its purpose without elaboration. [1] He had once enlisted as a private soldier in the Guards, for a protection. See p. 152. 49. The Discovery. This scarce plate is acknowledged as genuine by Mrs. _Hogarth_. The subject is a black woman in bed; her eyes archly turned on her gallant just risen, who expresses his astonishment on the entrance of three laughing friends, one of them with a candle in his hand. Underneath the print is this apposite motto: _Qui color albus erat nunc est contrarius albo_. A similar circumstance occurs in _Fletcher's Monsieur Thomas_, and in _Foote's Cozeners_. I know not of any among our artist's works that displays so little character. It must have been one of his early performances. It should be observed that, being founded on a private occurrence, this print was never designed for general circulation. Mr. _Highmore_ the manager of _Drury-Lane_, who bought _Cibber's_ share in the patent, is the Hero of it. A few copies only were distributed among _Hogarth's_ particular friends, and the gentlemen whose portraits it contains. At the bottom of the plate there is no descriptive title. _The Discovery_ was that by which Mrs. _Hogarth_ mentioned it when she recollected the very laughable circumstance here commemorated by her husband's pencil. * 50. The Cottage. An impression from a breeches-button, the size of a crown-piece; a sketch made for Mr. _Camfield_, a surgeon, on a subject that will not bear explanation. There is a copy of this little plate by Mr. _S. Ireland_. 51. _Pug_ the Painter. This has been usually understood as a satire _on Hogarth_, rather than a design _by_ him. Mr. _Ireland_ once told me it was etched by _Dawes_, and that our artist gave a copy of it, as his own design, to Mr. _Kirby_. But I am assured with superior confidence by another gentleman, that the true author of it is to be sought among those artists whom _Hogarth_ had provoked by his contemptuous treatment of their works. If _Pug_ was not designed as his representative, why is the animal exhibited in the act of painting the ridiculous figure of the _Priest_ in _The Good Samaritan_? 52. A Head in an oval, coarsely engraved, and subscribed "_Samuel Butler_ Author of _Hudibras_." Several connoisseurs, beside Mr. _Thane_ who possesses the plate, conceive it to be an undoubted work of _Hogarth_. For what purpose it was executed, and why suppressed (for no one has hitherto met with even a proof from it) it is vain to enquire. I am silent on the subject, heartily wishing that throughout this work I had had the opinions of more friends to record, and had offered fewer sentiments of my own. 53. "A very rare hieroglyphic print; representing Royalty, Episcopacy, and Law, composed of emblematic attributes, and no human features or limbs; with attendants of similar ingredients. Beneath is this inscription. Some of the principal inhabitants of the Moon, as they were discovered by a telescope, brought to the greatest perfection since the last eclipse; exactly engraved from the objects, whereby the Curious may guess at their Religion, Manners, &c. Price Six-pence." A kind of scaffold above the clouds is the theatre of this representation. Monarchy, Episcopacy, and Law, appear characteristically seated. Their faces are--a Crown-piece--a _Jew's_ Harp, and--a Mallet. The monarch holds a globe and sceptre, with crescents on the tops of them. Instead of a collar of _esses_, he wears a string of bubbles; his side is ornamented with a pointed star; and a circle, the emblem of perpetuity, is embroidered on the cloth under his throne. Episcopacy is working at a pump (a type I suppose of the Church) by the assistance of a bell-rope. The Bible is fastened to the handle of the pump, and out of the nose of it issues money that falls into a chest discriminated by an armorial escutcheon, containing a knife and fork, properly emblazoned, with a mitre by way of crest. The lid of the coffer leans against a pillar, that serves also to support a triple pile of cushions. Over the top of the pump (which is fashioned much like a steeple) is a weathercock on a small pyramid supported by balls; and below it, through a circular opening, a little bell appears to ring. Under the sacerdotal robe, a cloven foot peeps out. Law sustains a sword; and behind him appears a dagger thrust through the bottom of a sieve. The attendants on Monarchy are of various materials. The bodies and legs of such as seem designed for soldiers, are composed of circular fire-screens resembling shields. The trunks of the courtiers are large looking-glasses, the sconces with candles in them serving for hands and arms. The face of the chief of these is the reverse of a sixpence; and a key significantly appended to his sash, at once denotes his sex and office. Under the figure of law are a male and female modishly drest. Her head is a tea-pot, her neck a drinking-glass, and her body a fan half spread. On the oval that forms the countenance of her paramour, is a coat of arms with supporters. His right honourable legs are fan-sticks, and he seems in the act of courtship. How this couple are immediately connected with Law, is not very clearly pointed out. _Hogarth_, however, we may suppose, had planned some explanation of his hieroglyphics, as the letters _a, b, c, d, e, f, g,_ are placed over some of them, and beneath others. From the form of the perukes exhibited in this design, I should suppose it was made above forty years ago. Other circumstances in it need no decyphering. * 54. The Master of the Vineyard. St. _Matthew_ chap. xxi. v. 28. "Son, go work to-day in my Vineyard." * 55. The _London_ Infirmary for charitably relieving sick and diseased Manufacturers and Seamen in the Merchants' service, their Wives and Children. A blank certificate for Pupils in Surgery and Anatomy, printed on a half sheet, folio. 56. A ticket for the benefit of _Spiller_ the player. He died in the year 1729. In the plate before us, which possesses no small share of humour, poor _Spiller_ is represented in a melancholy posture. His finances are weighed against his debts, and outweighed by them. His taylor's bill appears to be of great length, and many others for ale, gin, &c. are on the ground near him. A bailiff is clapping him on the shoulder--a prison is in sight--ladies and gentlemen are taking tickets, &c. This very uncommon and beautiful little print is, at present, found only in the collection of Mr. _Ireland_. 57. St. _Mary's Chapel_. Five at night. Several performers playing on different instruments. _William Hogarth inv. G. Vandergucht sculpt._ This was certainly an ornament at the top of a ticket for a music-meeting. The name of _Hogarth_ is affixed to it, and the whole design _might_ have been his. I do not, however, believe it _was_ so. A few of the figures appear to have been collected from his works by some other hand, rather than grouped by his own. _Vandergucht_ too was so thoroughly a mannerist, and especially in small subjects, that he was rarely faithful to the expressions of countenance he undertook to trace on copper. There is no humour, and indeed little merit of any kind, in this performance. It has not hitherto been met with on the entire piece of paper to which it must originally have belonged. A print called _The Scotch Congregation_, by _Hogarth_, is almost unique, on account of its extreme indecency. One copy of it was in a collection of his works belonging to Mr. _Alexander_ of _Edinburgh_. He is said to have had it from Mrs. _Hogarth_. A second copy is reported to exist in the possession of another gentleman. No more impressions of it are known. * * * * * A correspondent at _Dublin_ informs me, that in the collection of Dr. _Hopkins_ of that city are the following seven prints by _Hogarth_: 1. _The History of Witchcraft_. Humbly dedicated to the Wise. Allegorically modernized. Part the First. Published according to act of Parliament. _Hogarth inv. et sculpt._ Half sheet print. At one end, Witches attending the punishment of two human figures; at the other, several at their different occupations. 2. _The History of Witchcraft_. Part the Second. Published according to act of Parliament. _Hogarth inv. et sculpt._ Same size as the former. Witches dancing; others at various amusements. These two prints contain a great variety of distorted figures. 3. _A Suit of Law fits me better than a Suit of Clothes_. Invented and engraved by _W. H._ and published pursuant to an Act of Parliament, 1740. An upright half-sheet. A Man in embroidered clothes, his hat under his arm. A scroll in his left hand, inscribed, "I'll go to Law." Huntsmen, dogs, and horses in the back ground. Four lines in verse underneath. Useful in all families. Invented and engraved by _W. H._ and published pursuant to an Act of Parliament, 1740. 4. The same man in a tattered garment in a wild country; a staff in his right hand, and a scroll in his left, inscribed, "To shew that I went to law, and got the better." Four lines at the bottom. These two may be classed among his indifferent prints. 5. _The Caledonian March and Embarkation. Hogarth invent. London_, printed for _T. Baldwin_. A number of _Scotchmen_ embarking in the _Caledonian_ Transport. Labels issuing from their mouths. _The Laird of the Posts, or the Bonnets exalted._ Printed for _T. Baldwin, London. Hogarth inv._ 6. _A Scotch Nobleman and his Friends taking possession of several posts, having kick'd down the former Possessors_. Labels from their mouths too tedious to copy. A Lion on the fore-ground, hood-winked by a _Scotch_ plaid. Supposed to be printed for _The London Magazine_. 7. _The Lion entranced_. Printed for _T. Baldwin, London. Hogarth inv._ 1762. A Lion in a Coffin. A plate on the cover, inscribed, "Leo _Britanicus_, Ob. An. 1762. Requiescat in pace." Attended by state mourners with labels as above. In one corner _Hibernia_ supplicating for her Sister's interest. A respect for the obliging communicator has induced me to publish this _supposed_ addition to the foregoing catalogue of _Hogarth's_ works. But, without ocular proof, I cannot receive as genuine any one of the plates enumerated. The name of our Artist has more than once been subscribed to the wretched productions of others; and a collector at _Dublin_ must have had singular good fortune indeed, if he has met with seven authentic curiosities unknown to the most confidential friends of _Hogarth_, and the most industrious connoisseurs about _London_. I may add, that two, if not three, of the above-mentioned anti-ministeral pieces, appeared in 1762, the very year in which our artist was appointed _Serjeant Painter_. Till that period he is unsuspected of having engaged his pencil in the service of politicks; and _T. Baldwin_ (perhaps a fictitious name) is not known to have been on any former occasion his publisher. So much for the probability of _Hogarth's_ having ushered performances like these into the world. * * * * * Chance, and the kindness of my friends, have not enabled me to form a more accurate series of _Hogarth's_ labours. Those of the collector, however, are still incomplete, unless he can furnish himself with a specimen of several other pieces, said, I think, to have been produced a little before our artist's marriage. I forbear to keep my readers in suspense on the occasion. _Hogarth_ once taking up some plain ivory fishes that lay on his future wife's card-table, observed how much was wanting to render them natural representations. Having delivered this remark with becoming gravity, he proceeded to engrave scales, fins, &c. on each of them. A few impressions have been taken from these curiosities, which remain in Mrs. _Hogarth's_ possession. As a _button_ decorated by her husband has been received into the foregoing catalogue of his works, it can hardly be disgraced by this brief mention of the ornaments he bestowed on a _counter_. * * * * * There are three large volumes in quarto by _Lavater_, a minister at _Zurich_ (with great numbers of plates), on Physiognomy. Among these are two containing several groups of figures from different prints of _Hogarth_, together with the portraits of Lord _Lovat_ and _Wilkes_. For what particular purpose they are introduced, remains to me a secret.[1] In "An Address of Thanks to the Broad Bottoms, for the good things they have done, and the evil things they have not done, since their elevation, 1745," is what the author calls "A curious emblematic Frontispiece, taken from an original painting of the ingenious Mr. _H----th_;" a palpable imposition. Mr. _Walpole, Anecdotes of Painting_, Vol. IV. 63, observes, that "_Hogarth_ drew the supposed funeral of _Vanaken_, attended by the painters he worked for, discovering every mark of grief and despair." To explain this passage, it should be added, that "he was employed by several considerable artists here, to draw the attitudes, and dress the figures in their pictures." The merits of _Hogarth_, as an engraver, are inconsiderable. His hand was faithful to character, but had little acquaintance with the powers of light and shade. In some of his early prints he was an assiduous imitator of _Callot_, but deviated at last into a manner of his own, which suffers much by comparison with that of his coadjutors, _Ravenet_ and _Sullivan_. In the pieces finished by these masters of their art, there is a clearness that _Hogarth_ could never reach. His strokes sometimes look as if fortuitously disposed, and sometimes confusedly thwart each other in almost every possible direction. What he wanted in skill, he strove to make up in labour; but the result of it was a universal haze and indistinctness, that, by excluding force and transparency, has rendered several of his larger plates less captivating than they would have been, had he entrusted the sole execution of them to either of the artists already mentioned. His smaller etchings, indeed, such as _The Laughing Pit_, &c. cannot receive too much commendation. Mr. _Walpole_ has justly observed, that "many wretched prints came out to ridicule" the _Analysis of Beauty._ He might have added, that no small number of the same quality were produced immediately after the _Times_ made its appearance. I wish it had been in my power to have afforded my readers a complete list of these performances, that as little as possible might have been wanting to the history of poor _Hogarth's_ first and second persecution. Such a catalogue, however, not being necessary to the explanation of his works, it is with the less regret omitted.[2] The scarceness of the good impressions of _Hogarth's_ larger works is in great measure owing to their having been pasted on canvas or boards, to be framed and glazed for furniture. There were few people who collected his prints for any other purpose at their first appearance. The majority of these sets being hung up in _London_ houses, have been utterly spoiled by smoke. Since foreigners have learned the value of the same performances, they have also been exported in considerable numbers. Wherever a taste for the fine arts has prevailed, the works of this great master are to be found. Messieurs _Torré_ have frequent commissions to send them into _Italy_. I am credibly informed that the Empress of _Russia_ has expressed uncommon pleasure in examining such genuine representations of _English_ manners; and I have seen a set of cups and saucers with _The Harlot's Progress_ painted on them in _China_ about the year 1739. Of all such engravings as are Mrs. _Hogarth's_ property, the later impressions continue selling on terms specified many years ago in her printed catalogue, which the reader will find at the end of this pamphlet. The few elder proofs that remain undisposed of, may be likewise had from her agent at an advance of price. As to the plates which our artist had not retained as his own property, when any of these desiderata are found (perhaps in a state of corrosion), they are immediately vamped up, and impressions from them are offered to sale, at three, four, or five times their original value. They are also stained to give them the appearance of age; and on these occasions we are confidently assured, that only a few copies, which had lurked in some obscure warehouse, or neglected port-feuille, had been just discovered. This information is usually accompanied by sober advice to buy while we may, as the vender has scarce a moment free from the repeated solicitations of the nobility and gentry, whom he always wishes to oblige, still affording that preference to the connoisseur which he withholds from the less enlightened purchaser. It is scarce needful to observe, that no man ever visited the shops of these polite dealers, without soon fancying himself entitled to the more creditable of the aforesaid distinctions. Thus becoming a dupe to his own vanity, as well as to the artifice of the tradesman, he has speedily the mortification to find his supposed rarities are to be met with in every collection, and not long afterwards on every stall. The caution may not prove useless to those who are ambitious to assemble the works of _Hogarth_. Such a pursuit needs no apology; for sure, of all his fraternity, whether ancient or modern, he bent the keenest eye on the follies and vices of mankind, and expressed them with a degree of variety and force, which it would be vain to seek among the satiric compositions of any other painters. In short, what is observed by _Hamlet_ concerning a player's office, may, with some few exceptions, be applied to the designs of _Hogarth_. "Their end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature; to shew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his own form and pressure." I may add, that, since the appearance of Mr. _Walpole's_ Catalogue, a disposition to attribute several anonymous plates, on ludicrous subjects, to _Hogarth_, has betrayed itself in more than a single instance:[3] a supposition has also prevailed that there was a time when _Hogarth_ had the whole field of satire to himself, and we could boast of no designers whose performances could be mistaken for his own. The latter notion is undoubtedly true, if real judges are to decide; and yet many prints, very slightly impregnated with humour, continue to be ascribed to him. It should therefore be observed, that, at the same period, _Bickham, Vandergucht, Boitard, Gravelot, Laguerre_ the younger, &c. were occasionally publishing satirical Sketches, and engraving laughable frontispieces for books and pamphlets. To many of these, for various reasons, they forbore to set their names; and we have at present collectors, who, to obtain the credit of having made discoveries, are willing to adopt such performances as the genuine effusions of _Hogarth_, although every way beneath his talents, and repugnant to his style of engraving. Perhaps also the names of other painters and designers have been occasionally obliterated, to countenance the same fallacy. Copies likewise have been palmed on the unwary for originals. "Therefore" (gentle reader) for once be content to follow the advice of _Pistol_, "Go clear thy chrystals, and _Caveto_ be thy counsellor." For if all such fatherless engravings, as the vanity of some, and the interest, or the ignorance, of others, would introduce among the works of our artist, were to be admitted, when would the collector's labour and expence be at end? Among other anonymous plates ascribed to _Hogarth_, but omitted in the present catalogue, is the following, _A living Dog is better than a dead Lion_, or, _The Vanity of human Glory; a design for the Monument of General Wolfe_, 1760. A medallion of our hero appears on the side of a pyramid. On the base of it is the well known speech of _Shakespeare's Brutus_, _Set Honour in one hand, and Death in t' other, And I will look on both indifferent: And let the Gods so speed me, as I love The name of Honour more than I fear Death_. At the bottom a dying Lion is extended, while a Dog (with _Minden_ on his collar, and _Honour's a jest_, &c. issuing from his mouth) is at once lifting up his leg against the noble brute, and treading on a wreath of laurel. _Here lies Honour_, is also written on the side of the expiring animal. I have since been assured that this print was by another artist, whose name I omit to mention, because perhaps he would wish it, on the present occasion, suppressed. [1] This book, I am told, is now translated into _French_. [2] One of these productions, however, should be singled from the rest. The print, entitled _The Connoisseurs_, was suspected to be a work of _Hogarth_ himself. It is placed with some of his other undisputed designs in the back-ground of _The Author run Mad_ (which is known to be one of Mr. _Sandby's_ performances), and has the following reference--"_A._ his own _Dunciad_." [3] Thus the frontispiece to _Taste_, designed, if not etched by _Worsdale_ (for whose benefit this dramatic piece was performed), and _Sawney in the Bog-house_, an anonymous satire on the _Scotch_, that made its appearance near forty years ago, and was revived during the administration of Lord _Bute_, are at present imputed to our artist, whose name is already engraved at the bottom of the latter. POSTSCRIPT. The Author of this pamphlet, being convinced that, in spite of all his care and attention, some errors may still be found in his catalogue, list of variations, &c. will think himself highly obliged by any gentlemen who will point them out, and enable him to correct them. Such favours shall be gratefully acknowledged, if the present rude Essay towards an account of _Hogarth's_ different performances should happen to reach another edition. As in consequence of the extraordinary prices lately paid for the collected works of this great master, certain dealers, &c. are supposed to be assembling as many of his prints as they can meet with,--binding them up in pompous volumes,--writing "fine old impressions" either over or under them--specifying the precise sums pretended to have been disbursed for several of them (perhaps a guinea for a three shilling article)--preparing to offer a few rare trifles to sale, overloaded with a heap of wretched proofs from our artist's more capital performances;--exhibiting imperfect suites of such as are cut out of books; and intending to station puffers at future auctions, whose office will be to intimate they have received commissions to bid up as far as such or such an amount (i. e. the sum under which the concealed proprietor resolves not to part with his ware), &c. &c. it is hoped the reader will excuse a few parting words of admonition. Perhaps it may be in the power of Mrs. _Hogarth_ to select a few sets from such of her husband's pieces as have remained in her own custody from the hour of their publication. Let the multitude, who of course cannot be supplied with these, become their own collectors. Even ignorance is a more trusty guide than professional artifice. It may be urged, indeed, that the proportionate value of impressions[1] can be ascertained only by those who have examined many of them in their various states, with diligence and acuteness. But surely to qualify ourselves for estimating the merit of the curiosities we are ambitious to purchase, is wiser than to rely altogether on the information of people whose interest is commonly the reverse of our own. Let it also be remembered, that the least precious of all _Hogarth's_ productions are by far the scarcest; and that when, at an immoderate expence, we have procured impressions from tankards ornamented by him, or armorial ensigns engraved for the books of his customers, we shall be found at last to have added nothing to his fame, or the entertaining quality of our own collections. By such means, however, we may open a door to imposition. A work like _The Harlot's Progress_ will certainly remain unimitated as well as inimitable; but it is in the power of every bungler to create fresh coats of arms, or shop bills with our artist's name subscribed to them: and wherein will the Lion or Griffin of _Hogarth_ be discovered to excell the same representation by a meaner hand? A crafty selection of paper, and a slight attention to chronology and choice of subjects, with the aid of the hot-press, may, in the end, prove an overmatch for the sagacity of the ablest connoisseur. A single detection of such a forgery would at least give rise to suspicions that might operate even where no fallacy had been designed. How many fraudulent imitations of the smaller works of _Rembrandt_ are known to have been circulated with success!--But it may be asked, perhaps, from what source the author of this pamphlet derives his knowledge of such transactions. His answer is, from the majority of collectors whom he has talked with in consequence of his present undertaking. He ought not, however, to conclude without observing, that several _genuine_ works of _Hogarth_ yet remain to be engraved. He is happy also to add that a young artist, every way qualified for such a task, has already published a few of these by subscription. _J. N._ [1] Prints have, of late years, been judiciously rated according to the quality of their _impressions_. But the very term _impression_, as applied to copper-plates, perhaps is a novelty among us. If we refer to the earliest and most valuable assemblage of portraits (such as that catalogued by _Ames_, afterwards purchased by Dr. _Fothergill_, and lately sold to Mr. _Thane_), we shall have little reason to suppose any regard was once paid to a particular of so much importance. As fast as heads were met with, they were indiscriminately received; and the faintest proofs do not appear to have been excluded at a time when the strongest might easily have been procured. In consequence of an _àmás_ so carelessly formed, the volumes already mentioned, were found to display alternately the most beautiful and the most defective specimens of the graphic art. * * * * * _J. N._ had once thoughts of adding a list of the copies made from the works _of Hogarth_; but finding them to be numerous, beyond expectation, has desisted from a task he could not easily accomplish. This pursuit, however, has enabled him to suggest yet another caution to his readers. Some of the early invaders of _Hogarth's_ property were less audacious than the rest; and, forbearing to make exact imitations of his plates, were content with only borrowing particular circumstances from each of them, which they worked up into a similar fable. A set of _The Rake's Progress_, in which the figures were thus disguised and differently grouped, has been lately found. But since the rage of collection broke out with its present vehemence, those dealers who have met with any such diversified copies, have been desirous of putting them off either as the first thoughts of _Hogarth_, or as the inferior productions of elder artists on whose designs he had improved. There, is also a very small set of _The Rake's Progress_, contrived and executed with the varieties already mentioned; and even this has been offered to sale under the former of these descriptions. Thus, as _Shakspeare_ says, _While we shut the gate upon one_ imposition, _another knocks at the door_. It may not be impertinent to conclude these cautions with another notice for the benefit of unexperienced collectors, who in their choice of prints usually prefer the blackest. The earliest copies of _Hogarth's_ works are often fainter than such as have been retouched. The excellence of the former consists in clearness as well as strength; but strength only is the characteristic of the latter. The first and third copies of _The Harlot's Progress_ will abundantly illustrate my remark, which, however, is confined to good impressions of the plates in either state; for some are now to be met with that no more possess the recommendation of transparency than that of force. I may add, that when plates are much worn, it is customary to load them with a double quantity of colour, that their weakness, as far as possible, may escape the eye of the purchaser. This practice the copper-plate printers facetiously entitle--_coaxing_; and, by the aid of it, the deeper strokes of the graver which are not wholly obliterated, become clogged with ink, while every finer trace, which was of a nature less permanent, is no longer visible. Thus in the modern proofs of _Garrick_ in _King Richard III._ the armour, tent, and habit, continue to have considerable strength, though the delicate markings in the face, and the shadows on the inside of the hand, have long since disappeared. Yet this print, even in its faintest state, is still preferable to such smutty impositions as have been recently described. The modern impressions of _The Fair_, and _The March to Finchley_, will yet more forcibly illustrate the same remark. * * * * * To the original paintings of _Hogarth_ already enumerated may be added a Breakfast-piece, preserved in _Hill-Street, Berkeley-Square_, in the possession of _William Strode_, Esq; of _Northaw, Herts_. It contains portraits of his father the late _William Strode_, Esq; his mother Lady _Anne_ (who was sister to the late Earl of _Salisbury_), Colonel _Strode_, and Dr. _Arthur Smith_ (afterwards Archbishop of _Dublin_). ADDITION. _Four Times of the Day_, p. 250. It should have been observed, that the third of these plates was engraved by _Baron_, the figure of the girl excepted, which, being an after-thought, was added by our artist's own hand. APPENDIX. N° 1. [See p. 23.] The following letter, printed in _The Public Advertiser_ soon after the first edition of the present work made its appearance, may possibly contain some authentic particulars of the early life of the famous Monsieur _St. André_. Mr. _Woodfall's_ ingenious correspondent does not, however, dispose me to retract a syllable of what is advanced in the text; for he fails throughout in his attempts to exculpate our hero from any one of the charges alledged against him. On the contrary, he confirms, with additions, a considerable part of them, and strives only to evade or overwhelm the rest by studied amplifications of the little good which industrious partiality could pick out of its favourite character. I shall now subjoin his epistle, with a few unconnected remarks appended to it. A rambling performance must apologize for a desultory refutation. "SIR, "The entertaining author of the last biography of the admirable _Hogarth_, in the excess of commendation of a particular risible subject for his pencil, has written too disadvantageously of the late Mr. _St. André_. One who knew him intimately (but was never under the smallest obligation to him) for the last twenty years of his life, and has learned the tradition of his earlier conduct seemingly better than the editor of the article in question, takes the liberty to give a more favourable idea of him, and without intending to enter into a controversy with this agreeable Collector of Anecdotes, to vindicate this _notorious man_, who must be allowed to have been such; but it is to be hoped in the milder sense Lord _Clarendon_ often or always uses the epithet. The making a subject of Mr. _St. André_ is therefore merely accidental. The writer expects to derive no praise from exhibiting that person as the Hero of a page. He thinks it is only doing justice (for the Dead deserve justice as well as the Living) when he draws his pen against some very injurious insinuations, thrown out with more inadvertence and at a venture than in malice, against the memory of an acquaintance and of a foreigner (to whom perhaps more mercy is due than to a native), who is more roughly handled than he appears to deserve. "Mr. _Nathaniel St. André_ came over, or rather was brought over, very early from _Switzerland_, his native country, in the train of a _Mendez_, or _Salvadore_, or some _Jewish_ family. Next to his countryman _Heidegger_, he became the most considerable person that has been imported from thence. He probably arrived in _England_ in no better than a menial station. Possibly his family was not originally obscure, for he has been heard to declare, that he had a rightful claim to a title, but it was not worth while to take it up so late in life. He had undoubtedly all the qualifications of a _Swiss_. He talked _French_ in all its provincial dialects, and superintended the press, if the information is to be depended upon, and perhaps taught it, as his sister did at _Chelsea_ boarding-school. He was early initiated in music, for he played upon some musical instrument as soon as he was old enough to handle one, to entertain his benefactors. He had the good fortune to be placed by them with a surgeon of eminence, and became very skilful in his profession. His duty and gratitude to his father, whom he maintained when he was no longer able to maintain himself, was exemplary and deserving of high commendation. Let this charity cover a multitude of his sins! His great thirst for anatomical knowledge (for which he became afterwards so famous as to have books dedicated to him on that subject), and his unwearied application, soon made him so compleat an anatomist, that he undertook to read public lectures (and he was the first in _London_ who read any), which gave general satisfaction. The most ingenious and considerable men in the kingdom became his pupils. Dr. _Hunter_, now at the head of his profession, speaks highly of his predecessor, and considers him (if the information is genuine) as the wonder of his time. He continued his love of anatomy to the last, and left noble preparations behind him, which he was continually improving. The time of his introduction into Mr. _Molyneux's_ family is not known to the writer of this account. Whether anatomy, surgery, knowledge, or music, or his performance on the _Viol de Gambo_, on which he was the greatest master, got him the intimacy with Mr. _Molyneux_, is not easy to determine. Certain it is, that he attended his friend in his last illness, who died of a dangerous disorder (but not under his hands), which Mr. _Molyneux_ is said to have pronounced, from the first, would be fatal. Scandal, and Mr. _Pope's_ satirical half-line, talked afterwards of 'The Poisoning Wife.' She, perhaps, was in too great a hurry, as the report ran, in marrying when she did, according to the practised delicacy of her sex, and her very high quality. The unlucky business in which one _Howard_, a surgeon at _Guildford_, involved him, who was the projector, or accessary of the impudent imposture of _Mary Tofts_, alias the Rabbit-woman of _Godalmin_, occasioned him to become the talk and ridicule of the whole kingdom. The report made by _St. André_, and others, induced many inconsiderately to take it for a reality. The public horror was so great, that the rent of rabbit-warrens sunk to nothing; and nobody, till the delusion was over, presumed to eat a rabbit. The credulous _Whiston_ believed the story (for to some people every thing is credible that comes from a credible witness), and wrote a pamphlet, to prove this _monstrous conception_ to be the exact completion of an old prophecy in _Esdras_. The part _St. André_ acted in this affair ruined his interest at Court, where he had before been so great a favourite with King _George_ I. that he presented him with a sword which he wore himself. Now, on his return out of the country, he met with a personal affront, and never went to Court again. But he continued anatomist to the Royal Houshold to his dying day, though he never took the salary. He probably was imposed upon in this matter. And has it not been the lot of men, in intellectual accomplishments vastly above his, such as _Boyle_, for instance, a man infinitely his superior, to be over-reached and misled? He took up the pen on the occasion (and it was not the first time, for he wrote some years before a bantering pamphlet on Dr. _Mead_), which could at best but demonstrate his sincerity, but exposed the weakness of his judgement, on that case. It had been insinuated he adopted this scheme, to ruin some persons of his own profession. If he had a mind to make an experiment upon the national belief, and to tamper with their willingness to swallow any absurdity (which a certain nobleman [Duke of _Montagu_] ventured to do, in the affair of a man who undertook to jump into a quart bottle), he was deservedly punished with contempt. _Swift_ (according to _Whiston_), and perhaps _Arbuthnot_, exercised their pens upon him. The cheat was soon discovered, and rabbits began to make their appearance again at table as usual. But they were not at his own table, nor made a dish, in any form of cookery, at that of his friends. Perhaps they imagined that the name or sight of that animal might be as offensive to him, as the mention of _Formosa_ is said to have been to _Psalmanazar_. It is told, that, on his asking for some parsly of a market-woman of _Southampton_, and demanding why she had not more to sell, she, in a banter, assured him, 'That his rabbits had eat it up.' The fortune he acquired by marrying into a noble family (though it set all the lady's relations against him, and occasioned her being dismissed from her attendance on Queen _Caroline_) was a sufficient compensation for the laughter or censure of the publick. His high spirit and confidence in himself made him superior to all clamor. So that people did but talk about him, he seldom seemed to care what they talked against him. And yet he had the fortitude to bring an action for defamation in _Westminster-Hall_ against a certain doctor in divinity, and got the better of his adversary. He was not supposed, in the judgement of the wiser and more candid part of mankind, to have contributed, by any chirurgical administration, to the death of his friend Mr. _Molyneux_, nor to have set up the imposture at _Godalmin_. Though he was disgraced at Court, he was not abandoned by all his noble friends. The great Lord _Peterborough_, who was his patron and patient long before he went to _Lisbon_, entertained a very high opinion of him to the last. His capacity in all kinds, the reception he gave to his table and his garden, with his liberality to the infirm and distressed, made him visited by persons of the highest quality, and by all strangers and foreigners. He did not continue to enjoy the great fortune his marriage is supposed to have brought him, to the end of his life, for a great part went from him on the death of Lady _Betty_. He by no means left so much property behind him as to have it said, he died rich. His profession as a surgeon, in a reasonable terms of years, would probably have put more money into his pocket than fell in the golden shower so inauspiciously into his lap, and have given him plenty, without envy or blame. He was turned of ninety-six when he died; and though subject to the gout, of which he used to get the better by blisters upon his knees, and by rigid abstinence, yet, when he took to his bed (where he said he should not lie long), and permitted a physician to be called in to him, he cannot be said to have died of any disease. In one sum of generosity, he gave the celebrated _Geminiani_ three hundred pounds, to help him to discharge his incumbrances, and to end his days in comfort. The strength and agility of his body were great, and are well known. He was famous for his skill in fencing, in riding the great horse, and for running and jumping, in his younger days. He, at one time, was able to play the game at chess with the best masters. After a slight instruction at _Slaughter's_ coffee-house, he did not rest till, in the course of two nights sitting up, he was able to vanquish his instructor. He was so earnest in acquiring knowledge, that he whimsically, as he told the story, cut off his eye-lashes, that he might not sleep till he arrived at what he wanted. His face was muscular and fierce. One of his eyes, to external appearance, seemed to be a mass of obscurity (as he expressed it of _Handel's_, when he became stark-blind), at least it had not the uncommon vivacity of the other. His language was full of energy, but loaded with foreign idioms. His conversation was seasoned sufficiently with satire and irony, which he was not afraid to display, though he ought never to have forgot that he was once a proper subject for it. He built; he planted; he had almost 'from the Cedar of _Lebanon_ to the hyssop that groweth upon the wall,' in his hot-house, green-house, and garden. If he was not deep in every art and science (for even his long life was not sufficient for universal attainment), he cannot be reckoned to have been ignorant of any thing. He was admired for his knowledge in architecture, in gardening, and in botany, by those who should have been above flattery. But praise, from whatever quarter it comes, is of an intoxicating nature. Those who found out that he loved praise, took care he should have enough of it. He kept a list of the wretched and the indigent, whom he constantly maintained; and their names might be written alphabetically. The poor of _Southampton_ know they have lost their best friend. Call it, reader, ostentation or vanity, if you will; but till you know it did not proceed from his goodness of heart, this tributary pen considers his giving away his money to relieve the necessitous, as a spark of the spirit of the Man of _Ross_ or the Man of _Bath_. He was all his life too much addicted to amours, and sometimes with the lower part of the sex. His conversation, which he was always able to make entertaining and instructive, was too often tinctured with _double entendre_ (a vice that increases with age), but hardly ever with prophaneness. He may be thought to have copied _Hermippus_, and to have considered women as the prolongers of life. How far he was made a dupe by any of them at last, is not necessary for relation. He died, as he lived, without fear; for to his standers-by he gave no sign of a ruffled mind, or a disturbed conscience, in his last moments. "If the preceding memoir of _St. André_ had not been composed entirely from memory (a faculty which, like the sieve of the _Danaids_, is apt to lose as much as it receives), and had not been conveyed to the press with so much precipitancy, the writer, by a second recollection, might have made supplementary anecdotes less necessary. Whilst _St. André_ was basking in the sun-shine of public favour in _Northumberland-Court_, near _Charing-Cross_, under pretence of being wanted in his profession at some house in the neighbourhood, he was hurried through so many passages, and up and down so many stair-cases, that he did not know where he was, nor what the untoward scene was to end in, till the horrid conclusion presented itself, of which he published an extraordinary account in _The Gazette_ of _Feb._ 23, 1724-5, no less than of his being poisoned, and of his more extraordinary recovery. Such uncommon men must be visited through life with uncommon incidents. The bowl of poison must have been for ever present to his imagination. _Socrates_ himself could not expect more certain destruction from the noxious draught he was forced to take down, than seemed inevitable to _St. André_. Nay, a double death seems to have threatened him. Probably it was not any public or private virtue for which _Socrates_ was famous, and which occasioned him to suffer, that endangered our hero's life. His constitution was so good, that he got the better of the internal potion. The truth and circumstances of the story could only be known to himself, who authenticated it upon oath. His narrative partakes of the marvellous; and the reader of _July_, 1781, is left in total ignorance of the actor, and the provocation to such a barbarous termination. His case was reported, and he was attended, by the ablest of the faculty: and the Privy Council issued a reward of two hundred pounds towards a discovery. A note in the second supplemental volume of _Swift_ informed the writer of this sketch, a day or two ago (who takes to himself the reproof of _Prior_, 'Authors, before they write, should read!'), that _St. André_ was convinced he had been imposed upon respecting the woman of _Godalmin_, and that he apologised handsomely to the public in an advertisement, dated _Dec._ 8, 1726.--'He's half absolv'd, who has confest.'--In the autumn, before the heat of the town-talk on this affair was over, he was sent for to attend Mr. _Pope_, who, on his return home from _Dawley_ in Lord _Bolingbroke's_ coach and six, was overturned in a river, and lost the use of two fingers of his left-hand (happy for the lovers of poetry they were not the servants of the right one!), and gave him assurance, that none of the broken glass was likely to be fatal to him. It is highly improbable, that _Pope_ and _Bolingbroke_ would have suffered _St. André_ to have come near them, if he had been branded as a cheat and an impostor. He died in _March_, 1776, having survived all his contemporary enemies, and, which is the consequence of living long, most of his ancient friends. Such men do not arise every day for our censure or our applause; to gratify the pen or the pencil of character or caricature. He may be considered, as _Voltaire_ pronounces of _Charles_ the Twelfth, an extraordinary, rather than a great man, and fitter to be admired than imitated. "IMPARTIAL." In the first place, I avow that the epithet _notorious_ was not meant to be employed in the milder sense of Lord _Clarendon_. Had I undertaken to compile the life of a man eminent for virtue, I should have been happy to have borrowed the softer application of the aforesaid term from our noble historian. But having engaged to delineate a mere impostor's character, there is greater propriety in adopting the disputed word with that constant signification affixed to it by the biographers of _Bet Canning_, or _Fanny_ the Phantom of _Cock Lane_.--I shall absolve myself no farther from the charge of "malice," than by observing that there are always people who think _somewhat much too rough has been said of Chartres_. The dead, declares our apologist, deserve justice as well as their survivors. This is an uncontested truth; nor will the precept be violated by me. I may observe however, with impunity, that the interests of the living, for whose sake a line of separation between good and bad characters is drawn, should be consulted, rather than the memories of the flagitious, who can no longer be affected by human praise or censure, should be spared. Our apologist next assures us, that perhaps more tenderness is due to a foreigner than to a native. The boasted _amor patriæ_ is not very conspicuous in this remark, which indeed was dropped, to as little purpose, by a learned counsel on the trial of the _French Spy_ who was lately executed. "Next to his countryman _Heidegger_," adds our apologist, "Mr. _St. André_ became the most _considerable_ person that has been imported from _Switzerland_." To judge of the comparative value of the latter, we must estimate the merits of the former. _Heidegger_ is known to us only by the uncommon ugliness of his visage, and his adroitness in conducting Operas and Masquerades. If _St. André_ is to be regarded as a person still _less considerable_ than _Heidegger_, can his consequence be rated very high? That _St. André_ arrived here in a menial station, is not improbable. The servility of his youth afforded a natural introduction to the insolence of his riper years. He was indeed (if I am not mis-informed) of the same family with the fencing and dancing-master whom _Dryden_ has immortalized in _MacFlecknoe_; "_St. André's_ feet ne'er kept more equal time;"[1] and was intended for the same professions; a circumstance often hinted at by his opponents during the Rabbit controversy. Having been thus early instructed in the management of the foil and kitt, no marvel that he so often prated about the art of defence, or that "his gratitude to his benefactors" broke out in the language of a minuet or a rigadoon. That he became famous enough in his profession to have anatomical works occasionally dedicated to him, will easily obtain credit among our apologist's readers; for many of them must have seen a book on surgery inscribed to Dr. _Rock_, a political poem addressed to _Buckhorse_, and a treatise on religion sheltering itself under the patronage of the late Lord _Baltimore. St. André_, however, was not the earliest reader of anatomical lectures in _London. Bussiere_, the surgeon who attended _Guiscard_ (the assassin of _Harley_), was our hero's predecessor in this office, and I am told even he was not the first who offered public instructions to the students at our hospitals. Dr. _Hunter_, who has been applied to for intelligence on this occasion, declares that he never described _St. André_ as "the wonder of his time," but as a man who had passed through no regular course of study, and was competent only in the article of injections, a task as happily suited to minute abilities as to those of a larger grasp. _Æmilium circà ludum faber imus et ungues Exprimet, et molles imitabitur ære capillos_. The art of pushing fluids through the vessels was at that period a secret most scrupulously kept by the few who were in possession of it, so that a great show might be made at the expence of little real knowledge. I am also informed, that _St. André_, like the workman described by _Horace_, had no general comprehension of any subject, but was unable to have put two propositions together:--that he neither extended the bounds of the chirurgical art by discoveries, nor performed any extraordinary cures; and, boasting somewhere that he had detected vessels in the cuticle or scarf-skin, a foreigner of eminence in the same profession offered (through the medium of a printed book) to lay him a wager of it, a challenge which he prudently declined. I am also told, that when solicited to exhibit his preparations, he always declared the majority of them to have been destroyed in a fire. What remain, I am instructed to add, deserve little or no commendation. Thus, on enquiry, sinks our "enthusiast in anatomy" down to a frigid dabbler in the science; while his "noble preparations, which he was continually improving," dwindle into minutiæ of scarce any value. Though the dreadful crime, which is indistinctly mentioned in the text of the foregoing pamphlet, has been alluded to with less reserve by the apologist of _St. André_, it shall be explained no further on the present occasion. Many are the common avenues to death; and why should we point out with minuteness such as we hope will never be explored again? Till I perused the defence so often referred to, I had not even suspected that the "poisoning wife"[2] bore the least allusion to any particular circumstance on the records of criminal gallantry; nor, without stronger proofs than are furnished by this expression (perhaps a random one), shall I be willing to allot the smallest share of blame to the Lady, such alone excepted as must unavoidably arise from her over-hasty marriage, which was solemnized at _Hesson_ near _Hounslow_ in _Middlesex_, on the 27th of _May_, 1730. This act, however, as well as her derogation from rank, being mere offences against human customs, are cognizable only upon earth.--By "the wiser and more candid part of mankind," who suspected no harm throughout _St. André's_ conduct in this affair, I suppose our apologist means any set of people who had imbibed prejudices similar to his own, and thought and spoke about his hero with equal partiality and tenderness. But the Memoir on which these remarks are founded, proves at least that what _J. N._ had hinted concerning the death of Mr. _Molyneux_,[3] was of no recent invention. So far from it indeed, that _St. André_ was openly taxed with having been the sole cause of it, in a public news-paper (I think one of the Gazetteers), by the Rev. Dr. _Madden_, the celebrated _Irish_ patriot, who subscribed his name to his advertisement. It is related (I know not how truly) that on this account our hero prosecuted and "got the better of his adversary," whose accusation was unsupported by such proofs as the strictness of law requires. How many culprits, about whose guilt neither judge nor jury entertains the smallest scruple, escape with equal triumph through a similar defect of evidence! I may add, that so serious a charge would never have been lightly made by a divine of Dr. _Madden's_ rank and character. All that is said on the subject of family honours to which _St. André_ was entitled, his gratitude to his father, what he gave to the celebrated _Geminiani_ "in one sum of generosity," must be admitted with caution, for truth was by no means the characteristic of our hero's narrations.[4] These circumstances therefore may be regarded as gasconades of his own. The author of the defence pretends not to have received any part of his information from _St. André's_ countrymen or contemporaries; but, on the contrary, confesses that both his early friends and enemies had long been dead. The affair of the Rabbit-breeder has no need of further illustration. Several ballads, pamphlets, prints, &c. on the subject, bear abundant testimony to _St. André's_ merits throughout that business, as well as to the final opinion entertained of him by his contemporaries, after _Cheselden_, by order of Queen _Caroline_, had assisted in discovering the deceit. Her Majesty was urged to this step by finding the plausibility of our hero had imposed on the King, and that some of the pregnant ladies about her own person began to express their fears of bringing into the world an unnatural progeny.--If Mr. _Boyle_ was occasionally misled, his errors were soon absorbed in the blaze of his moral and literary excellence. _St. André's_ blunder, alas! had no such happy means of redemption. His credulity indeed was not confined to this single transaction. The following is a well-attested story--Two gentlemen at _Southampton_, who felt an inclination to banter him, broke a nutshell asunder, filled the cavity with a large swan-shot, and closed up the whole with glue so nicely that no marks of separation could be detected. This curiosity, as they were walking with _St. André_, one of them pretended to pick up, admiring it as a nut uncommonly heavy as well as beautiful. Our hero swallowed the bait, dissected the subject, discovered the lead, but not the imposition, and then proceeded to account philosophically for so strange a phænomenon. The merry wags could scarce restrain their laughter, and soon quitted his company to enjoy the success of a stratagem they had so adroitly practised on his ignorance and gullibility. Were there any colour for supposing he had patronized the fraud relative to _Mary Tofts_, with design to ruin others of his profession (an insinuation to his discredit, which the foregoing pamphlet had not furnished), it was but just that he should fall by his own malevolence and treachery. From the imputation of a scheme resembling that contrived by the Duke of _Montagu_, his want of equal wit will sufficiently absolve him. That rabbits never were permitted to appear at any table where he dined, is a strong mark of the adulation paid to him by his entertainers. I hope, for similar reasons, had he been seized with his last illness in _London_ (that his organs of hearing might escape an equal shock), his attendants would not have called any physician named _Warren_ to his bed-side, summoned an attorney from _Coney Court_ Grays Inn to have made his will, or sent for the Rev. Mr. _Bunny_ to pray by him. The banishment of rabbits, however, from a neighbourhood that affords them in the highest perfection, was a circumstance that might as justly have been complained of, as _Pythagoras's_ prohibition of beans, had it been published in _Leicestershire_. I heartily wish that the circumstantial author of the preceding epistle, to relieve any doubts by which futurity may be perplexed, had informed us whether _St. André_ was an eater of toasted cheese, or not; and if it was never asked for by its common title of a Welch _Rabbit_ within his hearing. That he wrote any thing, unless by proxy, or with much assistance, may reasonably be doubted; for the pamphlets that pass under his name are divested of those foreign idioms that marked his conversation. Indeed, if I may believe some specimens of his private correspondence, he was unacquainted with the very orthography of our language. The insolence of this shallow _Switzer's_ attempt to banter _Mead_, we may imagine, was treated with contempt, as the work described has not been handed down to us; and few tracts are permitted to be scarce for any other reason than because they are worthless. It is next remarked by our apologist, that _St. André's_ "confidence, &c. made him superior to all clamour; and so that people did but talk about him, he did not seem to care what they talked against him." This is no more, in other language, than to declare that his impudence and vanity were well proportioned to each other, and that a bad character was to him as welcome as a good one. He did not, it seems, join in the Poet's prayer, Grant me an honest fame, or grant me none! but was of opinion, as his apologist likewise admits, that wealth was an ample counterbalance to the loss of reputation.--That he might evade accusation (as I have already observed) in one particular instance, and therefore recover damages, is no proof of his innocence, that his general conduct would admit of defence, or that much of the manifold censure passed upon him had no foundation. How Lord _Peterborough_ happened to become his patron, &c. may be accounted for without any great degree of credit to either party. His lordship (as Lord _Orrery_ observes) "in his private life and conduct differed from most men;" and, having often capricious disputes with the court, was sure to favour those who, like _St. André_, had been dismissed from its service. Our hero's musical talents, indeed, if they were such as they have been represented, might procure him access to his lordship and many other noble adepts in the sublime and useful science of harmony. The lovers of a tune urge no severe enquiries concerning the heart of a fidler. If he be a mercenary, while he teaches female pupils, he is watched; and, if he performs in concerts, he is paid. If above pecuniary gratifications, he is rewarded with hyperbolical compliments. Articulate for inarticulate sounds is ample retribution. His defender adds, that he was visited by _all_ strangers and foreigners. It will be supposed then that his house was never free from company. May we not rather think, that if he was at any time sought after by these peregrine worthies, &c. it was because the keepers of inns and mistresses of boarding-houses had been instructed to disseminate attractive tales of his "capacity in all kinds," his curiosities and good dinners? Besides, all foreigners who have arrived in _England_ have not travelled to _Southampton_, and consequently could not have seen _St. André_, who for upwards of the last twenty years of his life had resided only there. It is nearer the truth to say, that not a single _Frenchman_, &c. in fifty thousand, ever heard of his name. That "his profession as a surgeon, in a reasonable term of years, would probably have put more money in his pocket" than he gained by his union with Lady _Betty Molyneux_ (i. e. £30,000. a sum that elevated him into a state little short of madness), I cannot believe. The blast his reputation had received respecting the business at _Godalming_, being seconded by his expulsion from court, he must have felt his business on the decline. Indeed, I am told that he staid long enough in town to try the experiment. Marriage therefore might have been his _dernier resort_. The exaggerations of this impostor's generosity and accomplishments, which are next brought forward by his panegyrist with no small degree of pomp, are such as we may suppose himself would have furnished, had he undertaken, like the Chevalier _Taylor_, to compile his own memoirs. The majority of circumstances collected for the purpose of proving him to have been _Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes, Augur, schænobates, medicus, magus,_ could only have been derived from those very flattering testimonials to his merits which he was always ready to exhibit on the slightest encouragement. Those who were content to admit so partial an estimate of his abilities, &c. found it necessary to express their belief that he could have beaten _Hercules_ at quoits, played a better fiddle than _Apollo_, out-witted _Mercury_, disarmed the _God of War_, and forged such chemic thunders, that, compared with the produce of our hero's laboratory, the bolts of _Jove_ were no louder than a pot-gun. So far was he from being deficient in commendation of his own talents, that he thought his very furniture might claim a proportionable extravagance of praise. He was possessed of some foreign tapestry which he was proud on all occasions to display. But the eulogiums of others, lavish as they might be, fell considerably short of his own, so that the spectator retired with disgust from an object which the excessive vanity of its owner would not permit to be enjoyed without the most frequent and nauseous intrusions of self-congratulation. As to the history of his eye-lashes, which he sacrificed to vigilance, and his sudden proficiency in the very difficult game of chess (provided his instructor, whom he afterwards vanquished, was a skilful one) _credat Judæus Apella_.--That his language did not want energy, may more easily be allowed, for force is the characteristic of vulgar phraseology. Conceits, expressed with much vigour, are current among sailors; and such nervous denunciations of revenge may occasionally be heard at _Billingsgate_, as might emulate the ravings of _Dryden's Maximin_. No man will be hardy enough to assert that the figure, manners, and language, of _St. André_, were those of a gentleman. If one of his eyes was a "mass of obscurity" (notwithstanding the other, like that of Lady _Pentweazle's_ Great Aunt, might be a piercer), perhaps he ought to have been sparing of his satire on the personal disadvantages of his acquaintance. Yet, the last time my informant saw him was at the Theatre at _Southampton_, where, sitting near a gentleman and lady not remarkable for handsome faces, he had the modesty to express a doubt (and in a voice sufficiently audible) which of the two would furnish the most comic mask. Mr. _St. André's_ apologist observes, that "he cannot be reckoned to have been ignorant of any thing." But the contrary may justly be suspected, and for no inconclusive reason. I aver, that on whatever subject he was haranguing, the moment he discovered any of the company present understood it as well as himself, he became silent, never choosing to descant on art or science but before people whom he supposed to be utter strangers to all their principles. For this reason, he would have entertained Sir _Joshua Reynolds_ with remarks on the genera and cultivation of plants, and talked to _Linnæus_ about the outline and colouring of pictures. That he died poor (for such was really the case), should excite no astonishment. His fortune, like his good qualities, was chiefly in supposition. Much of his wealth he had expended on buildings, which he never long inhabited, and afterwards sold to disadvantage. His first essays in architecture were made at _Chepstow_ on the _Severn_, an estate purchased by Lady _Betty Molyneux_ immediately after the death of her husband. In short, our hero was a fugitive inhabitant of several counties, and never settled till he reached _Southampton_; for in no other place did he meet with that proportion of flattery which was needful to his happiness, if not to his existence.--About a mile from hence he erected the whimsical baby-house dignified by him with the title of _Belle-Vue_, a receptacle every way inconvenient for the purposes of a family. Being once asked if this was not a very singular mansion,--"Singular!" (replied he) "by G--I hope it is, or I would pull it down immediately. I would have you to know, Sir, that it is constructed on the true principles of anatomy." The attempt to apply anatomical principles to the arrangement of passages, doors, and windows, is too glaring an absurdity to need animadversion, or to render it necessary for me to deny in form, that he could ever be "admired for his knowledge in architecture," except by such as knew not wherein its excellencies consisted.--He had, however, another dwelling within the walls of the town already mentioned. Here he pretended that his upper apartments were crowded with rarities, which he only wanted space to exhibit. But, alas! after his decease, Mr. _Christie's_ auction-room bore abundant witness to the frivolity of his collections. What became of his boasted library of books, which he always said was packed up in boxes, I am yet to learn. Perhaps it existed only in his description.[5] "Those who found out he loved praise (says his apologist) took care he should have enough of it." I discover little cause for disputing this assertion, and shall only observe on it, that adulation is a commodity which weak old men, reputed rich, and without ostensible heirs, are seldom in danger of wanting, though they may not enjoy so much of it as fell to _St. André's_ share. His disbursements to the poor might be proportioned to the real state of his fortune; but yet they were conducted with excess of ostentation. He may be said to have given shillings away with more parade than many other men would have shown in the distribution of as many guineas.--What honour his apologist means to confer on him by saying that "the names of those whom he maintained might be written alphabetically," is to me a secret, because names of every kind may be arranged according to the series of the letters.--Suspected characters, however, often strive to redeem themselves by affectation of liberality. Few are more generous than opulent wantons toward their decline of life, who thus attempt to recover that respect which they are conscious of having forfeited by the misdeeds of their youth. The benefactions of such people may in truth be considered as expiatory sacrifices for past offences, having no foundation in a natural propensity to relieve the indigent, or indulge the heart in the noblest luxury, that of doing good. _St. André_ was accused in _J. N.'s_ pamphlet of having frequently larded his pleasantry with obscene expressions. This is a truth which his defender makes not the slightest effort to deny; but adds, that his conversation was _hardly ever_ tinctured with prophaneness. We hence at least may infer that our hero's humour had _sometimes_ this imperfection, which indeed might have escaped notice, but for the zeal of his apologist.--As I am on this subject, I cannot forbear to mention a particular in Mr. _St. André's_ behaviour, which hitherto has been overlooked. When at any time he received a reproof from women of sense, fashion, and character, whose ears he had insulted with his ribaldry, his confidence in a moment forsook him, nor had he a word to offer in extenuation of his offence. My informant has more than once beheld, with secret satisfaction, how effectually the frown of steady virtue could awe this "mighty impudent" into silence. Notwithstanding what has been already said concerning that indifference to censure which appeared in him towards the end of his life, I am mis-informed, if at an earlier period he was able to brave the ridicule of the place where he had been once employed and caressed. When the imputations consequent on his marriage, &c. had rendered him still less an object of respect, he retired with his bride, and amused himself at a distance from _London_ with additions to his house, and improvements in his garden; nor did he appear in public again till what was known and suspected of him had ceased to be the object of general enquiry and animadversion. It is difficult for a profligate man of an amorous constitution to grow old with decency. _J. N.'s_ pamphlet had taxed _St. André_ with lasciviousness unbecoming his years. This is silently admitted by his apologist, who adds, that the intrigues of his hero were "sometimes with the lower part of the sex." He gives us reason also to suppose that our antiquated enamorato was a dupe to females in the very last stage of a life so unusually protracted. Is _St. André's_ memory much honoured by such revelations? Do not circumstances like these increase that stock of "injurious insinuations" which our apologist professes to diminish? Our panegyrist, more than once in the course of his letter, has expressed himself in favourable terms of _St. André's_ colloquial talents. Now, as the memory of my entertaining opponent in respect to circumstances is remarkably tenacious, 'tis pity he has preserved no splendid ebullition of his hero's wit, no sample of that satire and irony that seasoned his conversation, or of that wisdom which so often rendered it instructive. I flatter myself, that if any specimens of these distinct excellencies could have been recollected, they would certainly have been arranged and recorded. That _St. André_ expired without signs of terror, is but a doubtful proof of his innocence. Being, at best, a free-thinker, he might regard death as annihilation, might have been insensible to its immediate approaches, or have encountered it with a constitutional firmness that was rather the gift of nature than the result of conscience undisturbed. He who is become indifferent to the value of reputation, will not easily be inclined to suppose that a want of the virtues on which it is founded will be punished in a future state. * * * * * The whole narrative, published by _St. André_ in 1723, was considered by his contemporaries as an ostentatious falsehood, invented only to render him an object of attention and commiseration. It should be remembered, that his depositions were all delivered on oath; and yet, being replete with facts totally improbable (for his apologist allows "they partake of the marvellous"), obtained no credit from the world; a sufficient proof of the estimation in which his moral character was held by the people who were best acquainted with it, though at that period (for the rabbit affair had not yet decided on his reputation) he possessed sufficient interest as court-surgeon to engage the privy-council in his cause. They readily enough consented to offer a sum which they might have been sure would never be demanded. All the poison he was ever supposed to have suffered from, was such as is commonly administered in a more tempting vehicle than a glass of strong liquor: "'Twas that which taints the sweetest joys, And in the shape of Love destroys." The bare mention of _Socrates_ in company with such a pretended victim as _St. André_, cannot fail to make the reader smile. But "He's half absolv'd who has confess'd," continues his advocate, speaking of the recantation _St. André_ made by public advertisement. Yet, what did he confess? Why, what all the world concurred to believe, that he had been grossly imposed on; or perhaps that, out of two evils choosing the least, he allowed himself to be a fool, that he might escape the imputation of having proved a knave. His absolution therefore was not obtained on the most creditable terms. He adds, however, on this emergency, a fresh proof of his disposition to deceive. "I think myself obliged (says he) _in strict regard to truth_, to acquaint the public that I intend, _in a short time_, to publish a full account of the discovery, with some considerations on the extraordinary circumstances of this case, which misled me in my apprehensions thereof; and which, as I hope they will, in some measure, excuse the mistakes made by myself and others who have visited the woman concerned therein, will also be acceptable to the world, in separating the innocent from those who have been guilty actors in the fraud." This work was never published, though _St. André_ survived his promise by the long term of fifty years. So much for the faith thus solemnly pledged by an impostor to the public. After the accident had befallen Mr. _Pope_, on his return from _Dawley_ in Lord _Bolingbroke's_ coach, _St. André_ was called in, because he happened to be the surgeon nearest at hand. No man chooses to be scrupulous in the moment of danger. It might be urged that our hero had little to boast on the occasion, because his patient never recovered the use of his wounded fingers. But this calamity is not strictly chargeable on _St. André's_ want of skill; for I have been assured, that though he stopped the effusion of blood, the completion of the cure was entrusted solely to another artist. The RABBITEER, having received his fee, was not admitted a second time into the Poet's company. To conclude, I differ as much with our ingenious apologist at the close of his Epistle as throughout the foregoing parts of it, being of opinion that his hero no more deserves to be _admired_ than to be _copied_. There is always hazard lest _wonder_ should generate _imitation_; and the world would not be much obliged to any circumstance that produced a second being fabricated on the model of _St. André_. [1] See also _Dryden's Limberham, or the Kind Keeper_. Act III. [2] The words of _Pope_ are "the poisoning _dame_." See Epilogue to his Satires, Dial. II. v. 22. [3] Whilst the above page was preparing for the second edition of this work, the following particulars of this gentleman's family appeared in the public prints: "Mr. _Molyneux_, who was equally the friend of liberty and literature, was founder of a society in _Ireland_, in imitation of the Royal (as was his nephew, the Rev. Dr. _Madden_, of the _Dublin_ Society). His genius was celebrated by _Locke_, and other sages of those days; and his patriotism was rewarded with the successive representation of the City and University of _Dublin_, with other posts of great trust, from the Revolution to his death. He married the daughter of Sir _William Domville_, attorney-general of _Ireland_ in the reign of _Charles_ the Second, and niece of Sir _Thomas Leake_, of _Cannons_ in _Middlesex_, by whom he had an only son, _Samuel Molyneux_, Esq; secretary to his late Majesty when Prince of _Wales_, a lord of the Admiralty, and member of parliament both in _Great-Britain_ and _Ireland_, who resembled his illustrious father in his pursuits of philosophical knowledge, which he many years, until engaged in political business, prosecuted with great application at his seat at _Kew_, now his Majesty's, and presented a telescope of his own construction to the King of _Portugal_; his _perhaps fatal_ acquaintance with and patronage of _St. André_ will make his name long remembered. Leaving no issue by his wife, who married _St. André_, and lived many years, the estate of Mr. _Molyneux_ fell at her death to his cousin-german and her god-son, the right honourable Sir _Capel Molyneux_, member at present of the _Irish_ parliament, and a privy-counsellor, only surviving son of Mr. _Molyneux_ father's next brother, Sir _Thomas Molyneux_, bart. whom, through regard for his nephew, his late Majesty created the first _Irish_ baronet upon his accession to the throne." [4] The following story was told by _St. André_ to an eminent bookseller, from whom I received it: "Once when I was in _Paris_," says our hero, "I went to a sale of Missals, most of them bound in crimson velvet. Among these, and in the same binding, I discovered a fine impression of the Duke of _Orleans's_ celebrated publication of _Les Amours Pastorales de Daphnis et de Chloe_, &c. which I purchased for a mere trifle. On taking off the velvet, I found the cover underneath was ornamented with as many jewels as I sold afterwards for five hundred pounds."----Who can believe a circumstance so utterly improbable? [5] I am assured, on unquestionable authority, that Mr. _St. André_ had a valuable library in the classes of Natural History and Medicine. A catalogue of it, drawn up by Mr. _B. White_, is now in the possession of Mr. _St. André's_ executor, by whom it is reserved for the benefit of minors. N° II. [See p. 137.] The kindness of a friend has enabled me to lay before the reader some extracts from the scarce pamphlet mentioned in p. 137. The following is the exact title of it: "A Letter from a Parishioner of _St. Clement Danes_, to the Right Reverend Father in God _Edmund_, Lord Bishop of _London_, occasioned by his Lordship's causing the Picture over the Altar to be taken down. With some Observations on the Use and Abuse of Church Paintings in General, and of that Picture in particular. "_Exodus_, Chap. xxxii. Ver. 20. And he took the Calf which they had made, and burnt it in the Fire, and ground it to powder, and strawed it upon the Water, and made the Children of _Israel_ drink of it. "_London_, printed and sold by _J. Roberts_, in _Warwick-Lane; A. Dod_, without _Temple-Bar-_, and _E. Nut_, at the _Royal-Exchange_. 1725. Price 6_d._" After some introductory compliments to Bishop _Gibson_, the Letter-writer thus proceeds: "Of all the abuses your Lordship has redressed, none more timely, none more acceptable to all true Protestants, than your last injunction to remove that ridiculous, superstitious piece of Popish foppery from over our communion-table; this has gained you the applause and good will of all honest men, who were scandalized to see that holy place defiled with so vile and impertinent a representation. "To what end or purpose was it put there, but to affront our most gracious Sovereign, by placing at our very altar the known resemblance of a person, who is the wife of his utter enemy, and pensioner to the Whore of _Babylon_? "When I say the known resemblance, I speak not only according to my own knowledge; but appeal to all mankind who have seen the Princess _Sobieski_, or any picture or resemblance of her, if the picture of that angel in the white garment and blue mantle, which is there supposed to be beating time to the musick, is not directly a great likeness of that princess. This I insist on, and will stand and fall by my assertion, provided they do not play any tricks with the picture, or alter it for contradiction sake now it is down. "Whether it was done by chance, or on purpose, I shall not determine; but be it which it will, it has given great offence, and your Lordship has acted the part of a wise and good prelate to order its removal. "For surely, such a picture is far unfit for so sacred a place; a place too solemn for such levities, too awful to be made the receptacle of such trumpery: nay, admit it were not the resemblance of such a person, can any thing be more absurd, than such a picture in such a place! "But if it be the picture of that person, what can be more sacrilegious, more impudently sacrilegious, than to have our sanctuary defiled by those who make a mock of us and our holy religion? I mean, our inveterate enemies the Papists, who would scruple to prophane no place, so they might show their implacable hatred to our God, and our King. "To our God, by making his holy altar the scene of their ribaldry, to be approached with wantonness and curiosity, by the sons of _Belial_, who come there to decypher the dumb libel, and sneer at the pictured lampoon, which tacitly mocks the church, and openly affronts the State. "To our King, by placing the resemblance of an avowed enemy to him and his religion, at the very altar, to stand in view of a whole congregation; a thing, in my opinion, much more audacious, than the setting up her statue in the public streets. "No wonder our church has been thronged with spectators, to the great hindrance of divine worship, and annoyance of the parishioners, when those crouds of irreverend persons, which were ever pouring in, came not there to join in prayer with the rest of the congregation, but to worship their Popish saint, and hug themselves with the conceit of being alone in the secret. "But at last the watch-word was blown, and the true intent of their coming discovered. Then was it high time to complain to your Lordship, when disturbances became so frequent, and the peace of the church was so manifestly broken: that you, like another _Moses_, commanded the tinctured abomination to be taken down, and no doubt but your Lordship will call them to account who set it up. "When your Lordship shall examine, who is the painter, and of what principle? how long he had been from the Court of _Rome_, before he painted that picture? and whether he brought no picture, or resemblance, of the Princess _Sobieski_ over with him? you will not repent of what you have done. But when you shall farther enquire after the person who employed him; whether he be a Protestant? or, if he call himself so, whether his children were not sent abroad to Popish seminaries for education? "When your Lordship, I say, shall examine into these particulars, I doubt not of the inferences so wise a man will draw from such convincing circumstances. "And as your Lordship has begun to redress one abuse, I persuade myself you will not stop here, but enquire likewise, by what authority it was put there. This may, perhaps, open another scene to your Lordship's view, and give you an opportunity, not only to ease the parish of a very heavy burden it now groans under, but prevent its being run to unnecessary and unwarranted expences for the future, by every _Jac-----_ in an office. "And, indeed, unless there was a sufficient warrant for such alterations, the workmen should go to the right person's door, and he that set them to work ought to pay them; for, in my humble opinion, the place needed no alteration: it was decent, convenient, and indeed ornamental enough before; there was no more sign, or fear of its falling, than there was occasion to take it down, and deprive the parish of a conveniency now very much wanted, I mean a little vestry-room, which was behind the old communion table, where the books, vessels, and vestments of the church, were ready at hand, and just at the very altar; whereas now every thing is brought quite through the body of the church, which in case of a croud (as of late has been but too frequent) is both tedious and inconvenient to the last degree. "But, notwithstanding this, it was resolutely taken down, to gratify the pride and malice of some persons, who thirsted to eternize their names, and affront the government. What have been the consequences of all this, but an eye-sore and heart-burning to the honest and loyal part of the inhabitants, and a continual hurly-burly of loiterers from all parts of the town, to see our Popish raree-show?" After a digression on the famous altar at _White-Chapel_, in which Dean _Kennet_ was said to be satirized, and some general observations on pictures in churches, the Letter-writer adds, "Never before was any Popish saint put over the communion-table in a Protestant church. The Last Supper, the Passion, Crucifixion, or some other incidents of our Blessed Saviour's life, are the general subjects given to painters on these occasions; but to have a concert of musick, &c. (suppose it were not the Pretender's spouse, and probably some more of his family, under the form of angels) is the most abrupt and foreign that I ever saw or heard of. "What surprizes me most is, that any of my fellow parishioners should not only dispute your Lordship's commands, delay the execution of your just injunction, when it was most reasonable and necessary, but pester your Lordship with impertinent petitions and remonstrances, as if they were injured and oppressed, or your Lordship misinformed. This must be the reason; or to what purpose did they trifle with and contest your Lordship's ordinance? But you are too just a man to give any sentence but the most impartial, and too steady to give up any point, where the peace of the Church and the honour of the King is concerned. "Whoever murmurs at its being taken down, takes the part of those who set it up; and whoever takes their part, is as bad as themselves, and would do the like on the like opportunity. What can they object against its being removed? What can they offer for having it remain? But why's, and why not's. As, Why should it be removed? What hurt did it do? Why should so much money be thrown away? And, why might not that picture be there as well as any other? Why does your Lordship interfere in the matter? This, with a glance of complaint at your Lordship, and severe invectives against those who solicited that interposition, calling them informers, busy, forward, mischief-making fellows, who had better mind their own business, and such like ribaldry, is all they can say for themselves. But these are the worst reasons in the world, and invidious queries only to evade an argument, and are not to be admitted in a debate of this nature, where a direct reason for, or against, is required. But give me leave, my Lord, and I will, in a few words, answer all their queries, which seem so weighty and formidable to the vulgar and ignorant. "Why should it be removed? may be answered by another question, What business had it there? But as I scorn such quibbling ways of reasoning, I shall answer them, because it is unfit for that sacred place. If it is the Princess _Sobieski's_ image, it is sacrilegious and traiterous, and therefore ought to be removed. If it is, as they say, a choir of heavenly angels at a practice of musick, playing on earthly instruments, it is impertinent and absurd to the last degree, and therefore ought to be removed from a place where the utmost decorum should be kept. "What hurt does it, say they? To which I answer, it hurted or disturbed the peace of the church, and was so far hurtful, as we were hindered or annoyed in our devotions; it made a division in the parish, and was so far hurtful, as it tended to the breach of peace and good neighbourhood; and therefore I think it ought to be removed, since, not to answer them with a question, but a common saying, it did hurt enough. "Why should so much money be thrown away? Ay, there's the grievance; but I shall tell them, they may thank themselves, it was the act and deed of their own cabal; and though they might triumph and laugh in their sleeves for a while, yet murder will out, and they might expect to be paid in their own coin one time or other. There was no occasion to remove the old communion-table and vestry; and therefore all the money is thrown away; the worse their management. Nor was there any necessity of so sumptuous an altar-piece, or of that picture in particular, therefore so much money as that picture cost, which, by the bye, is no trifling sum[1] (the painter, as well as his masters, being no small fool), is entirely thrown away, and has been cast into _The Thames_; or, as the vulgar have it, thrown down the kennel. "It was set up against the will of the major part of the parish, and not without much murmur and complaint; there was yet a much greater majority for pulling it down; if therefore so much money is thrown away, it is pity the parish should pay it; and, no doubt, when your Lordship comes to enquire by what authority a set of men ran the parish so much in debt for their own whims, and without any manner of occasion, you will do us justice, and teach such persons for the future to consult the bishop, and have the general consent of the parish, before they run into such extravagancies. "The tradesmen want their money, and the parish cannot pay them: your Lordship therefore will do very well to adjust this matter, that they may know where to go for their money. "Their delaying to take down their idol, was a tacit disputing your lordship's commands, irreligious and contumacious to the last degree: and indeed I cannot say but some of the public prints[2] gave me great anxiety, when they had the impudence to assure the world it was not to be taken down: but that anxiety was of short continuance; for I had the satisfaction the next morning to find it removed, and whole crowds of idle persons who came to see it disappointed; then I found, to my great comfort, that you were not to be biassed; but, as you had begun the good work, you had gone through with it, and made them take it down with a witness." [1] It cost fourscore pounds. [2] _The Post-Boy_ and _Daily Journal_ of _Saturday, September_ 4. N° III. [See p. 414.] An Account of what seemed most remarkable in the Five Days' Peregrination of the Five following Persons, viz. Messieurs TOTHALL, SCOTT, HOGARTH, THORNHILL, and FORREST; begun on _Saturday, May_ 27, 1732, and finished on the 31st of the same Month. Imitated in _Hudibrasticks_ by one well acquainted with some of the Travellers, and of the Places here celebrated, with Liberty of some Additions. "Abi tu, et fac similiter." Inscription on _Dulwich_ College Porch. 'Twas first of morn on _Saturday_, The seven-and-twentieth day of _May_, When _Hogarth, Thornhill, Tothall, Scott,_ And _Forrest_, who this journal wrote, From _Covent-Garden_ took departure, 5 To see the world by land and water. Our march we with a song begin; Our hearts were light, our breeches thin. We meet with nothing of adventure Till _Billingsgate's Dark-house_ we enter; 10 Where we diverted were, while baiting, With ribaldry, not worth relating, (Quite suited to the dirty place): But what most pleas'd us was his Grace Of _Puddle Dock_, a porter grim, 15 Whose portrait _Hogarth_, in a whim, Presented him in caricature, He pasted on the cellar-door.[1] But hark! the Watchman cries "Past one!" 'Tis time that we on board were gone. 20 Clean straw we find laid for our bed, A tilt for shelter over head. The boat is soon got under sail, Wind near S. E. a mackrel gale, Attended by a heavy rain; 25 We try to sleep, but try in vain, So sing a song, and then begin To feast on biscuit, beef, and gin. At _Purfleet_ find three men of war, The _Dursley_ galley, _Gibraltar_, 30 And _Tartar_ pink, and of this last The pilot begg'd of us a cast To _Gravesend_, which he greatly wanted, And readily by us was granted. The grateful man, to make amends, 35 Told how the officers and friends Of _England_ were by _Spaniards_ treated, And shameful instances repeated. While he these insults was deploring, _Hogarth_, like Premier, fell to snoring, 40 But waking cry'd, "I dream'd"--and then Fell fast asleep, and snor'd again. The morn clear'd up, and after five At port of _Gravesend_ we arrive, But found it hard to get on shore; 45 His boat a young son of a whore Had fix'd just at our landing-place, And swore we should not o'er it pass; But, spite of all the rascal's tricks, We made a shift to land by six, 50 And up to Mrs. _Bramble's_ go [A house that we shall better know], There get a barber for our wigs, Wash hands and faces, stretch our legs, Had toast and butter, and a pot 55 Of coffee (our third breakfast) got: Then, paying what we had to pay, For _Rochester_ we took our way, Viewing the new church as we went, And th' unknown person's monument. 60 The beauteous prospects found us talk. And shorten'd much our two hours walk, Though by the way we did not fail To stop and take three pots of ale, And this enabled us by ten 65 At _Rochester_ to drink again. Now, Muse, assist, while I declare (Like a true _English_ traveller) What vast variety we survey In the short compass of one day. 70 We scarce had lost the sight of _Thames_, When the fair _Medway's_ winding streams, And far-extending _Rochester_, Before our longing eyes appear: The Castle and Cathedral grace 75 One prospect, so we mend our pace; Impatient for a nearer view, But first must _Strood's_ rough street trudge through, And this our feet no short one find; However, with a cheerful mind, 80 All difficulties we get o'er, And soon are on the _Medway's_ shore. New objects here before us rise, And more than satisfy our eyes, The stately Bridge from side to side, 85 The roaring cataracts of the tide, Deafen our ears, and charm our sight, And terrify while they delight. These we pass over to the Town, And take our Quarters at _The Crown_, 90 To which the Castle is so near, That we all in a hurry were The grand remains on't to be viewing; It is indeed a noble ruin, Must have been very strong, but length 95 Of time has much impair'd its strength: The lofty Tower as high or higher Seems than the old Cathedral's spire; Yet we determin'd were to gain Its top, which cost some care and pain; 100 When there arriv'd, we found a well, The depth of which I cannot tell; Small holes cut in on every side Some hold for hands and feet provide, By which a little boy we saw 105 Go down, and bring up a jack-daw. All round about us then we gaze, Observing, not without amaze, How towns here undistinguish'd join, And one vast One to form combine. 110 _Chatham_ with _Rochester_ seems but one, Unless we're shewn the boundary-stone. That and its Yards contiguous lie To pleasant _Brompton_ standing high; The Bridge across the raging flood 115 Which _Rochester_ divides from _Strood_, Extensive _Strood_, on t'other side, To _Frindsbury_ quite close ally'd: The country round, and river fair, Our prospects made beyond compare, 120 Which quite in raptures we admire; Then down to face of earth retire. Up the Street walking, first of all We take a view of the Town-Hall. Proceeding farther on, we spy 125 A house, design'd to catch the eye, With front so rich, by plastick skill, As made us for a while stand still: Four huge Hobgoblins grace the wall, Which we four Bas Relievo's call; 130 They the four Seasons represent, At least were form'd for that intent. Then _Watts's Hospital_ we see (No common curiosity): Endow'd (as on the front appears) 135 In favour of poor travellers; Six such it every night receives, Supper and lodging _gratis_ gives, And to each man next morn does pay A groat, to keep him on his way: 140 But the contagiously infected, And rogues and proctors, are rejected. It gave us too some entertainment To find out what this bounteous man meant. Yet were we not so highly feasted, 145 But that we back to dinner hasted. By twelve again we reach _The Crown_, But find our meat not yet laid down, So (spite of "Gentlemen, d'ye call?") On chairs quite fast asleep we fall, 150 And with clos'd eyes again survey, In dreams, what we have seen to-day: Till dinner's coming up, when we As ready are as that can be. If we describe it not, we're undone, 155 You'll scarce believe we came from _London_. With due attention then prepare Yourself to hear our bill of fare. For our first course a dish there was Of soles and flounders with crab-sauce, 160 A stuff'd and roast calf's-heart beside, With 'purt'nance minc'd, and liver fry'd; And for a second course, they put on Green pease and roasted leg of mutton: The cook was much commended for't; 165 Fresh was the beer, and sound the port: So that _nem. con._ we all agree (Whatever more we have to see) From table we'll not rise till three. Our shoes are clean'd, 'tis three o'clock, 170 Come let's away to _Chatham-Dock_; We shan't get there till almost four, To see't will take at least an hour; Yet _Scott_ and _Hogarth_ needs must stop At the Court-Hall to play _Scotch_ hop. 175 To _Chatham_ got, ourselves we treat With Shrimps, which as we walk we eat. For speed we take a round-a-bout- way, as we afterwards found out: At length reach the King's yards and docks, 180 Admire the ships there on the stocks, The men of war afloat we view, Find means to get aboard of two;[2] But here I must not be prolix, For we went home again at six, 185 There smoak'd our pipes, and drank our wine, And comfortably sat till nine, Then, with our travels much improv'd, To our respective beds we mov'd. _Sunday_ at seven we rub our eyes, 190 But are too lazy yet to rise: _Hogarth_ and _Thornhill_ tell their dreams, And, reasoning deeply on those themes, After much learned speculation, Quite suitable to the occasion, 195 Left off as wise as they begun, Which made for us in bed good fun. But by and by, when up we got, _Sam Scott_ was missing, "Where's _Sam Scott_?" "Oh! here he comes. Well! whence come you?" 200 "Why from the bridge, taking a view[3] Of something that did highly please me, But people passing by would teaze me With 'Do you work on _Sundays_, friend?' So that I could not make an end." 205 At this we laugh'd, for 'twas our will Like men of taste that day to kill. So after breakfast we thought good To cross the bridge again to _Strood_: Thence eastward we resolve to go, 210 And through the Hundred march of _Hoo_, Wash'd on the north side by the _Thames_, And on the south by _Medway's_ streams. Which to each other here incline, Till at _The Nore_ in one they join. 215 Before we _Frindsbury_ could gain, There fell a heavy shower of rain, When crafty _Scott_ a shelter found Under a hedge upon the ground, There of his friends a joke he made, 220 But rose most woefully bewray'd; How against him the laugh was turn'd, And he the vile disaster mourn'd! We work, all hands, to make him clean, And fitter to be smelt and seen. 225 But, while we scrap'd his back and side, All on a sudden, out he cried, "I've lost my cambrick handkercher, 'Twas lent me by my wife so dear: What I shall do I can't devise, 230 I've nothing left to wipe my eyes." At last the handkerchief was found, To his great comfort, safe and sound, He's now recover'd and alive; So in high spirits all arrive 235 At _Frindsbury_, fam'd for prospects fair, But we much more diverted were With what the parish church did grace, "A list of some who lov'd the place, In memory of their good actions, 240 And gratitude for their benefactions. Witness our hands--_Will. Gibbons_, Vicar--" And no one else.--This made us snicker: At length, with countenances serious, We all agreed it was mysterious, 245 Not guessing that the reason might Be, the Churchwardens could not write. At ten, in council it was mov'd, Whoe'er was tir'd, or disapprov'd Of our proceedings, might go back, 250 And cash to bear his charges take. With indignation this was heard: Each was for all events prepar'd. So all with one consent agreed To _Upnor-Castle_ to proceed, 255 And at the sutler's there we din'd On such coarse fare as we could find. The Castle[4] was not large, but strong, And seems to be of standing long. Twenty-four men its garrison, 260 And just for every man a gun; Eight guns were mounted, eight men active, The rest were rated non-effective. Here an old couple, who had brought Some cockles in their boat, besought 265 That one of us would buy a few, For they were very fresh and new. I did so, and 'twas charity; He was quite blind, and half blind she. Now growing frolicksome and gay, 270 Like boys, we, after dinner, play, But, as the scene lay in a fort, Something like war must be our sport: Sticks, stones, and hogs-dung, were our weapons, And, as in such frays oft it happens, 275 Poor _Tothall's_ cloaths here went to pot, So that he could not laugh at _Scott_. From hence all conquerors we go To visit the church-yard at _Hoo_. At _Hoo_ we found an Epitaph, 280 Which made us (as 'twill make you) laugh: A servant maid, turn'd poetaster, Wrote it in honour of her master; I therefore give you (and I hope you Will like it well) a _Vera Copia_: 285 "And.wHen.he.Died.You plainly.see Hee.freely.gave.al.to.Sara.passaWee. And.in.Doing.so.it DoTh.prevail. that.Ion.him.can.well.bes.Tow.this Rayel. On.Year.sarved.him.it is well.none. 290 BuT Thanks.beto.God.it.is.all my.One." While here among the Graves we stumble, Our _Hogarth's_ guts began to grumble, Which he to ease, turn'd up his tail Over a monumental rail; 295 _Tothall_, for this indecent action, Bellowing on him just correction With nettles, as there was no birch, He fled for refuge to the church, And shamefully the door besh-t; 300 O filthy dauber! filthy wit! Long at one place we must not stay, 'Tis almost four, let's haste away. But here's a sign; 'tis rash we think, To leave the place before we drink. 305 We meet with liquor to our mind, Our hostess complaisant and kind: She was a widow, who, we found, Had (as the phrase is) been shod round, That is, had buried husbands four, 310 And had no want of charms for more; Yet her we leave, and, as we go, _Scott_ bravely undertook to show That through the world we could not pass, How thin soe'er our breeches was; 315 "'Tis true, indeed, we may go round, But through"--then pointed to the ground. So well he manag'd the debate, We own'd he was a man of weight: And so indeed he was this once, 320 His pockets we had fill'd with stones: But here we'd serv'd ourselves a trick, Of which he might have made us sick: We'd furnish'd him with ammunition Fit to knock down all opposition; 325 And, knowing well his warmth of temper, Out of his reach began to scamper, Till, growing cooler, he pretends His passion feign'd, so all are friends. Our danger now becomes a joke, 330 And peaceably we go to _Stoke_. About the church we nothing can see To strike or entertain our fancy: But near a farm, on an elm tree, A long pole fix'd upright we see, 335 And tow'rd the top of it was plac'd A weathercock, quite in high taste, Which all of us, ere we go further, Pronounce of the Composite order. First, on a board turn'd by the wind, 340 A painter had a cock design'd, A common weather-cock was above it, This turn'd too as the wind did move it; Then on the spindle's point so small A shuttlecock stuck o'ertopp'd them all. 345 This triple alliance gave occasion To much improving speculation. Alas! we ne'er know when we are well, So at _Northfleet_ again must quarrel; But fought not here with sticks and stones 350 (For those, you know, might break our bones)! A well just by, full to the brim, Did fitter for our purpose seem; So furiously we went to dashing, Till our coats wanted no more washing; 355 But this our heat and courage cooling, 'Twas soon high time to leave such fooling. To _The Nag's Head_ we therefore hie, To drink, and to be turn'd adry. At six, while supper was preparing, 360 And we about the marsh-lands staring, Our two game-cocks, _Tothall_ and _Scott_, To battling once again were got: But here no weapons could they find, Save what the cows dropp'd from behind; 365 With these they pelted, till we fancy Their cloaths look'd something like a tansy. At seven we all come home again, _Tothall_ and _Scott_ their garments clean; Supper we get, and, when that's o'er, 370 A tiff of punch drink at the door; Then, as the beds were only three, Draw cuts who shall so lucky be As here to sleep without a chum; To _Tothall's_ share the prize did come 375 _Hogarth_ and _Thornhill, Scott_ and I, In pairs, like man and wife, must lie. Then mighty frolicksome they grow, At _Scott_ and me the stocking throw, Fight with their wigs, in which perhaps 380 They sleep, for here we found no caps. Up at eleven again we get, Our sheets were so confounded wet; We dress, and lie down in our cloaths; _Monday_, at three, awak'd and rose, 385 And of the cursed gnats complain, Yet make a shift to sleep again. Till six o'clock we quiet lay, And then got out for the whole day; To fetch a barber, out we send; 390 Stripp'd, and in boots, he does attend, For he's a fisherman by trade; Tann'd was his face, shock was his head; He flours our wigs, and trims our faces, And the top barber of the place is. 395 The cloth is for our breakfast spread; A bowl of milk and toasted bread Are brought, of which while _Forrest_ eats. To draw our pictures _Hogarth_ sits;[5] _Thornhill_ is in the barber's hands, 400 Shaving himself _Will Tothall_ stands; While _Scott_ is in a corner sitting, And an unfinish'd piece completing. Our reckoning about eight we pay, And take for Isle of _Greane_ our way; 405 To keep the road we were directed, But, as 'twas bad, this rule neglected; A tempting path over a stile Let us astray above a mile; Yet the right road at last we gain, 410 And joy to find ourselves at _Greane_; Where my Dame _Husbands_, at _The Chequer_, Refresh'd us with some good malt liquor; Into her larder then she runs, Brings out salt pork, butter and buns, 415 And coarse black bread; but that's no matter, 'Twill fortify us for the water. Here _Scott_ so carefully laid down His penknife which had cost a crown, That all in vain we sought to find it, 420 And, for his comfort, say, "Ne'er mind it;" For to _Sheerness_ we now must go: To this the ferryman says, "No." We to another man repair'd: He too says, "No--it blows too hard." 425 But, while we study how to get there In spite of this tempestuous weather, Our landlady a scheme propos'd, With which we fortunately clos'd, Was to the shore to go, and try 430 To hail the ships in ordinary, So we might get, for no great matter, A boat to take us o'er the water. We haste, and soon the shore we tread, With various kinds of shells bespread. 435 And in a little time we spy'd A boat approaching on our side; The man to take us in agreed, But that was difficult indeed, Till, holding in each hand an oar, 440 He made a sort of bridge to shore, O'er which on hands and knees we crawl,[6] And so get safe on board the yawl. In little time we seated were, And now to _Shepey's_ coast draw near; 445 When suddenly, with loud report, The cannons roar from ships and fort, And, like tall fellows, we impute To our approach this grand salute: But soon, alas! our pride was humbled, 450 And from this fancy'd height we tumbled, On recollecting that the day The nine and twentieth was of _May_. The firing had not long been ended. Before at _Sheerness_ we were landed, 455 Where on the battery while we walk, And of the charming prospect talk, _Scott_ from us in a hurry runs, And, getting to the new-fir'd guns, Unto their touch-holes clapp'd his nose; 460 _Hogarth_ sits down, and trims his toes; These whims when we had made our sport, Our turn we finish round the fort, And are at one for _Queenborough_ going: Bleak was the walk, the wind fierce blowing, 465 And driving o'er our heads the spray; On loose beach stones, our pebbly way, But _Thornhill_ only got a fall, Which hurt him little, if at all: So merrily along we go, 470 And reach that famous town by two. _Queenborough_ consists of one short street,[7] Broad, and well-pav'd, and very neat; Nothing like dirt offends the eye, Scarce any people could we spy: 475 The town-house, for the better show, Is mounted on a portico Of piers and arches, number four, And crown'd at top with a clock-tower; But all this did not reach so high 480 As a flag-staff, that stood just by, On which a standard huge was flying (The borough's arms, the king's supplying), Which on high festivals they display To do the honours of the day. 485 As for salutes, excus'd they are, Because they have no cannon there. To the church-yard we first repair, And hunt for choice inscriptions there, Search stones and rails, till almost weary all, 490 In hopes to find something material. When one at last, of pyebald style (Though grave the subject) made us smile: Telling us first, in humble prose, "That _Henry Knight_ doth here repose, 495 A _Greenland_ Trader twice twelve year, As master and as harpooneer;" Then, in as humble verse, we read (As by himself in person said) "In _Greenland_ I whales, sea-horse, and bears did slay, 500 Though now my body is intombed in clay." The house at which we were to quarter Is call'd _The Swans_; this rais'd our laughter. Because the sign is _The Red Lion_, So strange a blunder we cry "Fie on!" 505 But, going in, all neat we see And clean; so was our landlady: With great civility she told us, She had not beds enough to hold us, But a good neighbour had just by, 510 Where some of us perhaps might lie. She sends to ask. The merry dame Away to us directly came, Quite ready our desires to grant, And furnish us with what we want. 515 Back to the church again we go; Which is but small, ill built, and low, View'd the inside, but still see we Nothing of curiosity Unless we suffer the grave-digger 520 In this our work to make a figure, Whom just beside us now we have, Employ'd in opening of a grave. A prating spark indeed he was, Knew all the scandal of the place, 525 And often rested from his labours, To give the history of his neighbours; Told who was who, and what was what, Till on him we bestow'd a pot (For he forgot not, you may think, 530 "Masters, I hope, you'll make me drink!"), At this his scurrilous tongue run faster, Till "a sad dog" he call'd his master, Told us the worshipful the Mayor Was but a custom-house officer; 535 Still rattling on till we departed, Not only with his tales diverted, But so much wisdom we had got. We treated him with t'other pot. Return we now to the town-hall. 540 That, like the borough, is but small, Under its portico's a space, Which you may call the market-place, Just big enough to hold the stocks, And one, if not two, butcher's blocks, 545 Emblems of plenty and excess, Though you can no where meet with less: For though 'tis call'd a market-town (As they are not asham'd to own) Yet we saw neither butcher's meat, 550 Nor fish, nor fowl, nor aught to eat. Once in seven years, they say, there's plenty, When strangers come to represent ye. Hard at _The Swans_ had been our fare, But that some _Harwich_ men were there, 555 Who lately had some lobsters taken, With which, and eke some eggs and bacon, Our bellies we design to fill; But first will clamber up the hill, A most delightful spot of ground, 560 O'erlooking all the country round; On which there formerly has been The palace of _Philippa_, queen To the third _Edward_, as they tell, Now nought remains on 't but a well: 565 But 'tis from hence, says common fame, The borough gets its royal name. Two sailors at this well we meet, And do each other kindly greet: "What brings you here, my lads?" cry we. 570 "Thirst, please your honours, as you see; For (adds the spokesman) we are here Waiting for our young officer, A midshipman on board _The Rose_, (For General _S----'s_ son he goes): 575 We and our messmates, six in all, Yesterday brought him in our yawl, And when, as we had been commanded, Quite safe and dry we had him landed, By running of her fast aground 580 At tide of ebb, he quickly found That he might go and see _Sheerness_, So here he left us pennyless, To feast on _Queenborough_ air and water, Or starve, to him 'tis no great matter; 585 While he among his friends at ease is, And will return just when he pleases; Perhaps he may come back to-day; If not, he knows that we must stay." So one of us gave him a tester, 590 When both cried out, "God bless you, master!" Then ran to rouse their sleeping fellows, To share their fortune at the alehouse. Hence to the creek-side, one and all, We go to see _The Rose's_ yawl, 595 And found her bedded in the mud, Immovable till tide of flood. The sailors here had cockles got, Which gratefully to us they brought, 'Twas all with which they could regale us; 600 This t'other sixpence sent to th' alehouse: So merrily they went their way, And we were no less pleas'd than they. At seven about the town we walk, And with some pretty damsels talk. 605 Beautiful nymphs indeed, I ween, Who came to see, and to be seen. Then to our _Swans_ returning, there We borrow'd a great wooden chair, And plac'd it in the open street, 610 Where, in much state, did _Hogarth_ sit To draw the townhouse, church, and steeple,[8] Surrounded by a crowd of people; Tag, rag, and bobtail, stood quite thick there, And cry'd, "What a sweet pretty picture!" 615 This was not finish'd long, before We saw, about the Mayor's fore-door, Our honest sailors in a throng: We call'd one of them from among The rest, to tell us the occasion; 620 Of which he gave us this relation: "Our midshipman is just come back, And chanc'd to meet or overtake A sailor walking with a woman (May be, she's honest, may be, common): 625 He thought her handsome, so his honour Would needs be very sweet upon her: But this the seaman would not suf- fer, and this put him in a huff. 'Lubber, avast,' says sturdy _John_, 630 'Avast, I say, let her alone; You shall not board her, she's my wife. Sheer off, Sir, if you love your life: I've a great mind your back to lick;' And up he held his oaken stick. 635 "Our midship hero this did scare: 'I'll swear the peace before the Mayor,' Says he; so to the Mayor's they trudge:" How then a case by such a judge Determin'd was, I cannot say, 640 We thought it not worth while to stay: For it strikes nine, "How th' evening spends! Come, let us drink to all our friends A chearful glass, and eat a bit." So to our supper down we sit; 645 When something merry check'd our mirth: The _Harwich_ men had got a birth Closely adjoining to our room, And were to spend their evening come: The wall was thin, and they so near, 650 That all they say, or sing, we hear. We sung our songs, we crack'd our jokes, Their emulation this provokes; And they perform'd so joyously, As distanc'd hollow all our glee; 655 So (were it not a bull) I'd lay, This night they fairly won the day. Now plenteously we drink of flip, In hopes we shall the better sleep; Some rest the long day's work requires; 660 _Scott_ to his lodging first retires; His landlady is waiting for him, And to his chamber walks before him; In her fair hand a light she bears, And shows him up the garret-stairs; 665 Away comes he greatly affronted, And his disgrace to us recounted. This makes us game, we roast him for it, "_Scott's_ too high-minded for a garret." But _Tothall_ more humanely said, 670 "Come, _Scott_, be easy, take my bed, And to your garret I will go." (This great good-nature sure did show): There finding nought him to entertain But a flock-bed without a curtain, 675 He too in haste came back, and got Away to share his bed with _Scott_, And at eleven each goes to nest, Till _Tuesday_ morn to take his rest. At six comes _Hogarth_, "Rise, Sirs, rise," 680 Says he, with roguery in his eyes, "_Scott's_ landlady is below stairs. And roundly the good woman swears, That for his lodging he shall pay, (Where his tir'd bones he scorn'd to lay) 685 Or he should go before the Mayor." She's in the right on't, we declare, For this would cut the matter short, (At least 'twould make us special sport): But here she balk'd us, and, no doubt, 690 Had wit enough to find us out. Our mark thus miss'd, we kindly go, To see how he and _Tothall_ do. We find the doors all open were, (It seems that's not unusual here): 695 They're very well, but _Scott_ last night Had been in a most dreadful fright: "When to his room he got," he said, "And just was stepping into bed, He thought he saw the bed-cloaths stir, 700 So back he flew in mortal fear; But taking heart of grace, he try'd To feel what 'twas, when out it cry'd Again he starts, but to his joy, It prov'd a little harmless boy, 705 Who by mistake had thither crept, And soundly (till he wak'd him) slept So from his fears recover'd quite He got to sleep, and slept all night." We laugh at this, and he laughs too, 710 For, pray, what better could he do? At ten we leave our _Lion-Swans_, And to the higher lands advance, Call on our laundress by the way, For the led shirts left yesterday 715 To wash; "She's sorry, they're not yet Quite dry!"--"Why then we'll take them wet: They'll dry and iron'd be, we hope, At _Minster_, where we next shall stop." The way was good, the weather fair, 720 The prospects most delightful were. To _Minster_ got, with labour hard We climb'd the hill to the church-yard, But, when arriv'd there, did not fail To read some verses on a rail 725 Well worth transcribing, we agree, Whether you think so, you may see. "Here interr'd _George Anderson_ doth lye, By fallen on an anchor he did dye In _Sheerness_ yard on _Good Friday_ 730 The 6th of _April_, I do say. All you that read my allegy be alwaies Ready for to dye--aged 42 years." Of monuments that here they shew Within the church, we drew but two; 735 One an ambassador of _Spain's_,[9] T' other Lord _Shorland's_[10] dust contains, Of whom they have a wondrous story, Which (as they tell) I'll lay before ye. The Lord of _Shorland_, on a day,[11] 740 Chancing to take a ride this way, About a corpse observ'd a crowd, Against their priest complaining loud, That he would not the service say, Till somebody his fees should pay. 745 On this, his lordship too did rave, And threw the priest into the grave, "Make haste, and fill it up," said he, "We'll bury both without a fee." But when got home, and cool, reflecting 750 On the strange part he had been acting, He drew a state up of the case, Humbly petitioning for grace, And to the sea gallop'd away, Where, at that time, a frigate lay, 755 With Queen _Elizabeth_ on board, When (strange to tell!) this hare-brain'd Lord On horseback swam to the ship's side, And there to see the Queen apply'd. His case she reads; her royal breast 760 Is mov'd to grant him his request. His pardon thankfully he takes, And, swimming still, to land he makes: But, on his riding up the beach, He an old woman met, a witch: 765 "This horse, which now your life doth save," Says she, "will bring you to the grave." "You'll prove a lier," says my lord, "You ugly hag!" and with his sword (Acting a most ungrateful part) 770 His panting steed stabb'd to the heart. It happen'd, after many a day, That with some friends he stroll'd that way, And this strange story, as they walk, Became the subject of their talk: 775 When, "There the carcase lies," he cry'd, "Upon the beach by the sea-side." As 'twas not far, he led them to't, And kick'd the skull up with his foot, When a sharp bone pierc'd through his shoe, 780 And wounded grievously his toe, Which mortify'd: so he was kill'd, And the hag's prophecy fulfill'd. See there his cross-legg'd figure laid, And near his feet the horse's head![12] 785 The tomb[13] is of too old a fashion To tally well with this narration; But of the truth we would not doubt, Nor put our _Cicerone_ out: It gives a moral hint at least, 790 That gratitude's due to a beast. So far it's good, whoever made it, And that it may not fail of credit, A horsehead vane adorns the steeple, And it's _Horse-church_ call'd by the people. 795 Our shirts dry'd at _The George_ we get, We dine there, and till four we sit; And now in earnest think of home: So to _Sheerness_ again we come. Where for a bum-boat we agree, 800 And about five put off to sea. We presently were under sail, The tide our friend, south-east the gale, Quite wind enough, and some to spare, But we to that accustom'd were. 805 When we had now got past _The Nore_, And lost the sight of _Shepey's_ shore, The ebbing tide of _Thames_ we met, The wind against it fiercely set! This made a short and tumbling sea, 810 And finely toss'd indeed were we. The porpoises in stormy weather Are often seen in shoals together; About us while they roll and play, One in his gambols miss'd his way, 815 And threw himself so far on shore, We thought he would get off no more; But with great struggling and some pain, He did, and went to play again. On this we moralising say, 820 "How thoughtless is the love of play!" When we ourselves with sorrow find Our pleasures too with pain conjoin'd. For troubles croud upon us thick; Our hero, _Scott_, grows very sick; 825 Poor _Hogarth_ makes wry faces too (Worse faces than he ever drew). You'll guess what were the consequences, Not overpleasing to our senses; And this misfortune was augmented 830 By Master _Tothall's_ being acquainted With the commander of a sloop, At _Holy Haven_ near _The Hope_. "There's Captain _Robinson_," says he, "A friend, whom I must call and see." 835 Up the ship's side he nimbly goes, While we lay overwhelm'd with woes Sick, and of winds and waves the sport. But then he made his visit short, And when a sup of punch he'd got, 840 Some lighted match to us he brought, A sovereign cordial this, no doubt, To men whose pipes had long been out. By seven o'clock our sick recover, And all are glad this trouble's over. 845 Now jovially we sail along, Our cockswain giving song for song. But soon our notes are chang'd; we found Our boat was on _Bly-sand_ aground, Just in the middle of the river; 850 Here _Tothall_ shew'd himself quite clever: And, knowing we must else abide Till lifted by the flowing tide, Work'd with our skippers, till the boat Was once more happily afloat. 855 We all applaud his care and skill, So do the boatmen his good-will. Ere long the tide made upward, so With that before the wind we go, And, disembarking about ten, 860 Our _Gravesend_ quarters reach again. Here Madam, smiling, comes to tell How glad she is to see us well: This kind reception we commended, And now thought all our troubles ended; 865 But, when for what we want we call, Something unlucky did befall. When we our travels first began _Scott_ (who's a very prudent man) Thought a great coat could do no harm, 870 And in the boat might keep him warm; So far perhaps you think him right, As we took water in the night: But when from hence we took our way On foot, the latter end of _May_, 875 He, quite as reasonably, thought 'Twould be too heavy or too hot: "I'll leave it here," says he, "and take It with me at our coming back." And he most certainly design'd it: 880 But now the thing was, how to find it? We told him, he had been mistaken, And did without his hostess reckon. To him it was no jest; he swore "He left it there three days before, 885 This Mrs. _Bramble_ can't deny." "Sir, we shall find it by and by:" So out she goes, and rends her throat With "_Moll_, go find the gem'man's coat." The house _Moll_ searches round and round, 890 At last, with much ado, 'twas found-- 'Twas found, that, to the owner's cost, Or _Scott's_, the borrow'd coat was lost. "Coat lost!" says he, stamping and staring, Then stood like dumb, then fell to swearing: 895 He curs'd the ill-concluding ramble, He curs'd _Gravesend_ and mother _Bramble_. But, while his rage he thus express'd, And we his anger made our jest, Till wrath had almost got the upper- 900 hand of his reason, in came supper: To this at once his stomach turn'd, No longer it with fury burn'd, But hunger took the place of rage, And a good meal did both assuage. 905 He eat and drank, he drank and eat, The wine commended, and the meat: So we did all, and sat so late, That _Wednesday_ morn we lay till eight. Tobacco then, and wine provide, 910 Enough to serve us for this tide. Get breakfast, and our reckoning pay, And next prepare for _London_ hey; So, hiring to ourselves a wherry, We put off, all alive and merry. 915 The tide was strong, fair was the wind, _Gravesend_ is soon left far behind, Under the tilt on straw we lay, Observing what a charming day, There stretch'd at ease we smoke and drink, 920 _Londoners_ like, and now we think Our cross adventures all are past, And that at _Gravesend_ was the last: But cruel Fate to that says no; One yet shall Fortune find his foe. 925 While we (with various prospects cloy'd) In clouds of smoke ourselves enjoy'd, More diligent and curious, _Scott_ Into the forecastle had got, And took his papers out, to draw 930 Some ships which right ahead he saw. There sat he, on his work intent, When, to increase our merriment, So luckily we shipp'd a sea, That he got sous'd, and only he. 935 This bringing to his mind a thought How much he wanted the great coat, Renew'd his anger and his grief; He curs'd _Gravesend_, the coat, and thief; And, still to heighten his regret, 940 His shirt was in his breeches wet: He draws it out, and lets it fly, Like a _French_ ensign, till 'tis dry, Then, creeping into shelter safe, Joins with the company and laugh. 945 Nothing more happen'd worthy note: At _Billingsgate_ we change our boat, And in another through bridge get, By two, to Stairs of _Somerset_, Welcome each other to the shore, 950 To _Convent Garden_ walk once more, And, as from _Bedford Arms_ we started, There wet our whistles ere we parted. With pleasure I observe, none idle Were in our travels, or employ'd ill, 955 _Tottall_, our treasurer, was just, And worthily discharg'd his trust; (We all sign'd his accounts as fair): _Sam Scott_ and _Hogarth_, for their share, The prospects of the sea and land did; 960 As _Thornhill_ of our tour the plan did; And _Forrest_ wrote this true relation Of our five days peregrination. This to attest, our names we've wrote all, Viz. _Thornhill, Hogarth, Scott_, and _Tothall_. 965 [1] This drawing unluckily has not been preserved. [2] _The Royal Sovereign_ and _Marlborough_. [3] Drawing II. [4] Drawing III. The Castle by _Hogarth_; and some Shipping, riding near it, by _Scott_. [5] Drawing IV. [6] Drawing V. [7] Drawing VI. [8] Drawing VI. [9] Drawing VII. by _Scott_. [10] Drawing VIII. by _Hogarth_. [11] This story is quoted by Mr. _Grose_ in his Antiquities, Vol. II. art. _Minster Monastery_. "The legend," says Mr. _Grose_, "has, by a worthy friend of mine, been hitched into doggrel rhyme. It would be paying the reader but a bad compliment to attempt seriously to examine the credibility of the story." [12] Drawing VIII. [13] A cross-legg'd figure in armour, with a shield over his left arm, like that of a Knight Templar, said to represent Sir _Robert de Shurland_, who by _Edward_ I. was created a Knight banneret for his gallant behaviour at the siege of _Carlaverock_ in _Scotland_. He lies under a _Gothic_ arch in the south-wall, having an armed page at his feet, and on his right side the head of a horse emerging out of the waves of the sea, as in the action of swimming. GROSE. * * * * * WILLIAM TOTHALL'S Account of Disbursements for Messieurs _Hogarth_ and Co. viz. 1732, _May_ £. s. d. 27. To paid at the Dark-house, _Billingsgate_, 0 0 8½ To paid for a pint of Geneva _Hollands_, 0 1 0 To paid waterman to _Gravesend_, 0 5 0 To paid barber ditto, 0 0 10 To paid for breakfast at ditto, 0 2 2 To paid for beer on the road to _Rochester_, 0 0 9 To paid for shrimps at _Chatham_, 0 0 9 To paid at the gunnery and dock, 0 1 6 To paid bill at _Rochester_, 1 7 3 28. To gave at _Upnor_ for information, 0 0 3 To paid at the Smack at ditto, 0 4 3 To paid at _Hoo_, 0 1 8 To paid at _Stoke_, 0 11 6 29. To paid at Mother _Hubbard's_ at _Grain_, 0 3 0 To paid for passage over to _Sheerness_, 0 2 10 To paid for lobsters at _Queenborough_, 0 1 6 To paid for two pots of beer to treat the sexton, 0 0 6 To paid for dinner, &c. 0 6 6 To charity, gave the sailors, 0 1 0 30. To paid for lodgings and maid, 0 4 6 To paid for breakfast, 0 2 6 To paid for washing shirts, 0 1 8 To paid at _Minster_, 0 9 2 To paid at _Sheerness_, 0 1 3 To paid for a boat to _Gravesend_, 0 7 0 31. To paid barber at ditto, 0 1 2 To paid for sundry at ditto, 1 0 3½ To paid for passage to _Somerset-house_, 0 5 6 £.6 6 0 Vouchers produced, examined, and allowed, Per E. FORREST, SAM. SCOTT, W. HOGARTH, JOHN THORNHILL. GENERAL INDEX TO HOGARTH'S PLATES. A. **_ÆNEAS_ in a Storm Agriculture and Arts Altar-piece, _St. Clement's_ Analysis of Beauty _Apuleius_ Arms, &c B. Battle of the Pictures _Beaver's_ Military Punishments _Beer-Street_ Before and After *Beggar's Opera Bench **_Blackwell's_ Figures _Booth, Wilks_, and _Cibber_ _Boyne_, Lord Viscount Boys peeping at Nature **Broad Bottoms *_Bullock, William_ Burial Ticket _Burlington_ Gate _Butler_ _Byron_, Lady _Frances_ C. **Cartoons, Heads from _Cassandra_ Catalogue, Frontispiece and Tail-piece to Characters, and Caricaturas _Charlemont_, Earl of Charmers of the Age Christ and his Disciples, &c. large Christ, &c. small --with _London_ Hospital _Churchill, Charles_ --with Political Print Cockpit _Columbus_ Concert, _St. Mary's_ Chapel Consultation of Physicians _Coram_, Captain **Cottage Credulity, &c Crowns, &c. Subscription Ticket for Elections D. Debates on Palmistry *Discovery Distressed Poet Don _Quixote_ E. Elections Enraged Musician *Eta Beta Pi, _Title-page_ F. Fair [_Southwark_, not _Bartholomew_ as Mr. _Walpole_ describes it] Farmer's Return **_Farinelli, Cuzzoni,_ and _Senesino_, &c. Festoon, &c. Subscription Ticket for _Richard_ III. _Fielding, Henry_ _Finchley_, March to Fishes for Cards _Folkes, Martin_ _Foundling Hospital_, Power of Attorney *--Arms of *--First Sketch for Four Parts of the Day _France_ and _England_ Frontispiece to _Leveridge's_ Songs G. _Garrick_ in _Richard_ III. Gate of _Calais_ _Gibbs, James_ *--octagon _Gin Lane_ *Gin drinkers Good _Samaritan_ _Gormagons_ **Great Seal of _England_ _Gulliver_ presented to the Queen of _Babilary_ H. *Half-starved Boy Harlot's Progress Head, etched by _Livesay_ *Hell-gate _Henley_, Orator, christening, &c. _Henry_ VIII. and _Anna Bullen_ *_Herring_, Archbp. small --large *_Hesiod_ *_Highland_ Fair, or _Scots Opera_ _Hoadly_, large --small _Hogarth, William_, Engraver, Shop-Bill --with Dog **--small circle --Serjeant Painter --Black Mask --with Hat on _Hogarth's_ Tour *--Crestx --Cypher _Holland_, Lord _Hudibras_, large --small _Huggins, William_ Humours of _Oxford_ _Hunt, Gabriel_ _Hutchinsonians_, Frontispiece to Pamphlet against *_Hymen_ and _Cupid_, Ticket for _Sigismunda_ I. Jacobites Journalx Industry and Idleness _Judith_ and _Holofernes_ _Judith_, Rehearsal, Ticket for K. _Kirby's_ Perspective L. Landscape Laughing Audience Lecture **Living Dogx _Lock, Daniel_ *_London_ Infirmary Lottery _Lovat_, Lord M. _Malcolm, Sarah_ **_Malta_, Scene by a Knight of Marriage Alamode Masquerades, &c. small Masquerade, large **Master of the Vineyard _Milton_ _Milward's_ Ticket Midnight Modern Conversation *_Moliere_, Frontispieces to *_Moses_ and _Pharaoh's_ daughter _Morell_, Dr. _Motraye's_ Travels Five _Muscovites_ Music introduced _to Apollo_ N. **North and South O. *Oratory P. *_Palmer, John_ _Paul_, &c. burlesqued _Paul_ before _Felix_ --as first designed Perriwigs, Five Orders of *_Pellet_, Dr. _Perseus_ and _Medusa_ _Perseus_ descending _Pine_ Political Clyster *Politician Pool of _Bethesda_, small --large **_Pug_ the Painter R. Rabbit-breeder Rake's Progress *_Ranby's_ House Rape of the Lock _Read, Benjamin_ *_Rich's_ Glory Royalty, Episcopacy, and Law S. _Sancho_ Search-night Shop-bills, &c. 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