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!