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- Object: The two veterans.
Heading to a verse-dialogue printed in two columns. Blücher in uniform and jack-boots and the Regent carouse at a small supper-table. Blücher (left), very alert, raises his glass; behind him is a large pile of empty bottles. The Regent tipsily tilts his chair, kicking the table so that it slants, upsetting a three-branch candlestick, decanter, large bowl of punch, &c. Yarmouth leans over him, putting a hand on his shoulder; he dips a ladle into the punch to fill the Regent's extended glass, not noticing the pending catastrophe. Above Blücher's head hangs a battle-piece: the pursuit of the terrified Napoleon by himself on a galloping horse. Above the Regent is a picture of Punch and his wife, fighting. Below the (printed) title:
'Hectora quern laudas, pro te pugnare juneto [sic, i.e. jubeto]
Militia est operis altera digna tuis.
[Bid Hector, whom you [Paris] praise, go warring in your stead; 'tis the other campaigning befits your prowess. Loeb.]
Ovid.' [Heroides xvii, 255 f.]
Oh! Wine is the thing to make veterans tell
Of their deeds and their triumphs—and punch does as well—
As the R—t and B—r, that sober old pair,
Fully prov'd t'other night, when they supp'd—you know where,
And goodhumour'dly bragged of the feats they'd been doing,
O'er exquisite punch of my Y—r—th's own brewing.
'This' diff'rence there was in the modes of their strife,
'One' had fought with the 'French'—t'other fought with his —
"How I dress'd them!" said B—r, and fill'd up sublime—
"I too," says the P—e, "have dressed men in my time."
'Bl.' One morning at dawn—
'Reg.' Zounds, how early you fight!
I could never be ready '(hiccups) my' things are so tight!
'Bl.' I sent forward a few pioneers over night—
'Reg.' Ugly animals these are, in general, I hear—('hiccups')
The Q— you must know is 'my' chief pioneer."
'Bl.' The foe came to meet us—
'Reg.' There I manage better,
The foe would meet 'me', but I'm d—n'd if I'll let her.
'Bl.' Pell Mell was the word—dash thro' thick and thro' thin.
'Reg.' C—l—n H— to a tittle!—how well we chime in!
'Bl.' For the fate of all Europe, the fate of men's rights,
'Reg.' And I for the grand fete at White's!
'Bl.' Though the ways, deep and dirty, delay'd our design—
'Reg.' Never talk of the dirt of 'your' ways, think of 'mine'
'Bl.' And the balls hissing round—
'Reg.' Oh, those balls be 'my' lot,
Where a good supper is, and the P—nc—ss is 'not'.
And for hissing—why faith, I've so much ev'ry day,
That my name, I expect in the true Royal way,
Will descend to posterity, "George le Siffle!"
'Bl.' But we conquer'd, we conquer'd—blest hour of my life!
'Reg.' And blest moment of mine, when I conquer'd my w—.
Here the dialogue falter'd—he still strove to speak,
And strong was the punch, and the R—t's head weak;
And the Marshal cried "Charge!" and the bumpers went round,
Till the fat-toilet veteran sunk on the ground;
And old Bl—ch—r triumphantly crow'd from his seat
To see one worthy Potentate more at his feet!
c. July 1814.
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- (Description and comment from M. Dorothy George, 'Catalogue of Political and Personal Satires in the British Museum', IX, 1949)
The verses are from the 'Morning Chronicle', 29 June ('Spirit of the Public Journals', 1814, p. 190 f.), and are rightly attributed in the 'Scourge', x. 243 (Oct. 1814) to T. Moore. An attack on the Regent similar to No. 12291; cf. No. 12700. For the Princess's exclusion from the Drawing Room see No. 12278, for the Regent's interest in tailoring, No. 13237. See also No. 12297. A companion print to No. 12303.
Reid, No. 355. Cohn, No. 2057. Listed by Broadley (Addenda). Van Stolk, No. 6473.
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