Aquatint (coloured and uncoloured). Pitt stands, in profile to the right, on a fortified tower, or platform, in the crenellations of which are cannon; he looks through a spy-glass, his knees banding with fear, and clutches by the arm a stout John Bull (left), a yokel who stands full face, almost equally terrified. He is watching a flight of geese advancing from the right, and says: "There, John!-- there! there they are!-- I see them- get your Arms ready, John!-- they're Rising & coming upon us from all parts;-- there!-- theres Ten Thousand sans-Culottes now on their passage!-- & there! look on the other side, the Scotch have caught the itch too; and the Wild-Irish have begun to pull off their breeches!-- What will become of us John?-- & see, there's Five Hundred Disputing-Clubs, with bloody Mouths;-- & Twenty Thousand Bill-stickers with Ca ira pasted on the front of their Red-Caps!-- where's the Lord Mayor John?-- are the Lions safe?-- down with the Book-stalls!-- blow up the Gin shops!-- cut off the Printers Ears!-- O Lord John!-- O Lord!-- we're all ruined!-- they'l Murder us, and make us into Aristocrat Pyes!". John Bull answers: "Aristocrat Pyes?-- Lord defend us!-- Waunds, Measter, you frighten a poor honest simple Fellow out of his wits!-- Gin-shops & Printers-Ears!-- & Bloody-Clubs & Lord Mayors! --and Wild-Irishmen without Breeches, & Sans-Culottes! Lord have mercy upon our Wives and Daughters!-- And yet, i'll be shot, if I can see anything myself, but a few Geese, gabbling together-- But Lord help my silly head, how should such a Clod-pole as I, be able to see anything Right?-- I don't know what occasion for I to see at all, for that matter;-- why Measter does all that for I,-- my business is only to Fire when & where Measter orders, & to pay for the Gunpower;-- but Measter o' mine, (if I may speak a word,) where's the use of Firing now?-- what can us two do against all them Hundreds of Thousands of Millions of Monsters?-- Lord, Measter, had not we better try if they won't shake hands with us, & be Friends?-- for if we should go to fighting with them, & They should Lather Us, what will become of you & I, then, Measter!!!" John Bull, frightened and bemused, holds a musket with a broken bayonet, his left hand is in his coat-pocket, and he wears a very wrinkled gaiters. In his hat are two favours, one 'Viva la Liberte', the other 'God save the King'. A pamphlet projects from each waist-coat pocket, one, 'Paine's Rights of Man', the other 'Pennyworth of Truth'. This is the Pamphlet 'One Pennyworth of Truth, from Thomas Bull to his Brother John.' denounced by Grey (17 Dec.) as libel. 'Parl. Hist.' xxx. 128 ff. It attacked Prince adn Priestly and was by the Rev. William Jones. 'Hist. MSS. Comm.', 'Kenyon MSS.', p. 536. Pitt's ahir rises on his head and his face is blotched with drink. After the title is etched: 'Thus on the Rock, heroic Manlius stood, Sky'd out the Geese, & prov'd Rome's guardian God'. Probably a satire on the calling out of part of the militia by proclamation on 1 Dec., partly in order to repress riots; the news from Scotland and Ireland was alarming. Rose, 'Pitt and the Great War', pp. 77-8/ Cf. the debate of 13 Dec. when Fox said (ironically): "An insurrection! Where is it? . . . Good God! an insurrection in Great Britain! No wonder the militia were called out...' 'Parl. Hist.' xxx. 14. Partial description from Catalogue of Political and Personal Satires Vol. VI. 8141.