Jack-of-all-trades, a very imposing, grave, and learned professor in
appearance, is drawn in the exercise of one branch of his multifarious
vocations. A stout wench has called in to have an obstinate grinder
dragged out of her head; '_torment and torture_' are mild terms for
the operation. The patient is seated in the chair of agony. Factotum's
assistant, a lad whose offices seem as diversified as those of his
master, has brought an elegant pair of horse-pliers for the delicate
process of extraction. A dog is setting up a sympathetic howl;
this animal is one of the grotesque nondescripts which Rowlandson
delighted to depict after his own theories, careless whether literal
critics, unfamiliar with his admirable studies after nature, took upon
themselves to assert that he could not master the drawing of animals.
From the agonised expression which the artist has succeeded in throwing
into the canine features it would appear as if Toby was also a patient
attending the dentist's tender offices in his turn. An old country
dame who is also distracted with a raging molar is waiting without.
One branch of our friend's business is obviously flourishing. Although
the rustic practitioner does not display his diploma from the College
of Surgeons, or his licence to kill by authority, he has nailed up
a certificate with which, it is probable, he is equally satisfied:
'_Barnaby Factotum; Draws Teeth, Bleeds and Shaves; Wigs made here;
also Sausages. Wash Balls, Black Puddings, Scotch Pills, Powder for
the Itch, Red Herrings, Breeches Balls, and Small Beer by the Maker.
'In Utrumque Paratus.'_ There is an air of verisimilitude about this
advertisement which reads like an actual transcript.
[Illustration: THE TOOTHACHE, OR TORMENT AND TORTURE.]
1825.