corner.)--Napoleon Buonaparte, with the Imperial crown, sceptre,
orb, and robes of state, is holding out his hand, with impertinent
condescension, crying, 'What! my old friend, Mr. Bull, don't you know
me?' John Bull is dressed in sailor fashion, as the 'champion of the
seas;' there is an air of satirical quizzing about his features,
and, in order that he may be able to distinguish his transmogrified
acquaintance, he has mounted a pair of huge magnifiers, 'Bless me,
what comes here, it's time to put on my large spectacles, and tuck up
my trousers! Why, surely, it can't be?--it is Boney too, for all that;
why, what game be'est thee at now? Acting a play mayhap? What hast thee
got on thy head there? Always at some new freak or other.'