_April 26, 1807._ _John Rosedale, Mariner._ _Exhibitor at the Hall of Greenwich Hospital._ Etched and published by T. Rowlandson.--Like the companion print, _Mrs. Showwell_ (Feb. 26), the sketch is signed with the initials J. N. Esq. The old sailor Cicerone, who has a pigtail, and wears a long square-cut coat of naval blue, with gold buttons and lace, is pointing out with a cane the mysteries of certain allegorical compositions to the gaping spectators:--
'Here is George, Prince of Denmark, and in the perspective a view of St. Paul's, London, Sir James Thornhill in the wig, &c. &c.'
_May 1, 1807._ _The Pilgrims and the Peas._ Woodward del., Rowlandson sc. Published by T. Tegg, 111 Cheapside. One of a series of headings to songs, ballads, &c., published by T. Tegg.--In the illustration to Peter Pindar's Apologue of _The Pilgrims and the Peas_, the disconsolate sinner, with hard peas in his shoes, is crawling along, doubled up with agony, to the shrine at Loretto, meeting halfway the joyful pilgrim, who has accomplished his penance, 'whitewashed his soul,' and returned from his journey without personal inconvenience, by the exercise of the simplest precaution, as he confesses:--
To walk a little more at ease, I took the liberty to boil my peas!
_May 3, 1807._ _Scenes at Brighton, or the Miseries of Human Life._ Published by A. Berigo, 38 Maiden Lane, Covent Garden.
_Plate 1._ Beauty, Music, a few thousands, and opportunity given by card tables, often feather the adventurer and prove an easy introduction to the Miseries of Human Life.
_Plate 2._ Jealousy, rage, disappointment, intrigue, and laughter are here pretty much exemplified, and afford an old Lover a high-seasoned taste of the Miseries of Human Life.
And why I'm so plump, the reason I'll tell, Who leads a good life is sure to live well, What Baron, or Squire, or Knight of the Shire Lives half so well as a Holy Friar?
_May 6, 1807._ _Black, Brown, and Fair._ Designed by Sir E. Bunbury. Rowlandson sculp. Published by T. Tegg, 111 Cheapside.--An illustration to the lines:--
With Black, Brown, and Fair, I have frolic'd 'tis true, But I never lov'd any, dear Mary, but you.
At the window of a tavern, at Wapping 'Dock Head,' is a bevy of beauties, representing the variations of complexion described by the song-writer. The redundant charms of this collection of beauties are arresting an equally diversified circle of admirers, numbering mulattos, a Chinaman, a Holland skipper, a foreign Jew, and a Virginia nigger.