Rowlandson the Caricaturist; a Selection from His Works. Vol. 2 by Joseph Grego

Squabble, wishes to Wet his Whistle._ Published by Thomas Tegg, Cheapside (209). 1813 (?). _A-going! A-going!_ Newton del., Rowlandson sculp., Published by T. Tegg.--A wretched invalid--propped up in an armchair, without the power to assist himself--has evidently done with the 'prescriptions, boluses, and blisters' at his side, since the ranges of physic-bottles which ornament his apartment have, to all appearance, finished the patient's business effectually; he is visited by a corpulent self-satisfied practitioner, whose hat is under one arm and his cane under the other; the doctor is addressing his unconscious patient: 'My dear sir, you look this morning the picture of health; I have no doubt at my next visit I shall find you utterly cured of all your earthly infirmities.' 1813 (?). _Giving up the Ghost, or one too many._ Newton del., Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg (292).--Stretched on a poor pallet, in a bare chamber, lies a wretched sufferer; by his side, sleeping in an armchair, is a lace-ruffled and powdered doctor, in whose pocket appears a dose labelled _Final_. An undertaker, in professional weeds, is coming in at the door, with his crape-bound mute's wand in his hand, and a coffin strapped on his shoulder. The ghostly personification of Death, as a skeleton, holding up his hour-glass, is pointing his dart through the latticed window. Below the chair of the smug slumbering practitioner appears a paper bearing the well-known lines:-- I purge, I bleeds, I sweats 'em; Then, if they die, I lets 'em!