Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg (276).--Four well-fed
Commissioners, the members of a board, seated at the green baize, are
cross-questioning a Quaker, represented in a suit of conventional
sad-coloured apparel, and wearing the typical broad-brimmed hat. The
humility of the sectarian has proved too deep for the inquisitors,
whose exactions he is evading. The chairman is indignantly remarking,
'What an impertinent fellow to keep on his hat before such a dignified
assembly!' Cries one of the examiners, 'None of your _thees_ and
_thous_ here, sir--come to the point--we know you have evaded certain
duties.' 'Pray, sir, do you know what we sit here for?' pertinently
demands another commissioner; to which the Quaker, with clasped hands,
and rocking himself, like _Mawworm_, on his toes, responds, 'Verily I
do--some sit here for five hundred, others for a thousand; and moreover
I have heard it reported that some sit here for two thousand pounds per
annum!'
[Illustration: DR. SYNTAX, IN THE MIDDLE OF A SMOKING HOT POLITICAL
SQUABBLE, WISHES TO WET HIS WHISTLE.]