Punch or The London charivari: Punch or The London charivari (5.1843)

THE-KETTL

Next for the Crop of Gin ! What a spectacle shall we have there !
Bits of burnt livers floating about in it, like the liver of an over-
roasted fowl, with carcases of men—not men. Husband beating his
wife with the fire-tongs ; wife defending herself with the gridiron ;
children half-naked and bandy-legged ; with duplicates upon the
mantel-shelf, enough to paper a bed-room. Besides these, we shall
behold the broker—and the bailiff—and the Union—and a horrible
death-bed—and the "jemmies" of a burglar—and remote glimpse
of Newgate, with ct-ceteras beyond the limits of our paper to dis-
cover.

Such were our imaginings. The annexed engravings—correct
representations of what we discovered in Father Mathew's Drop
or Water and Drop of GrN—will show how weak and poverty-
Btiicken was our imagination, in comparison with the direful realities

E-ON-ICON.

presented by the Solar Microscope—which magnified 3,000,000,01>9
times—of the great preacher of Temperance.

Our artist, Kenny Meadows, who has himself been presented
with a Gold Temperance Medal by the Father, has caught, with all
true enthusiasm of a water disciplc, the multitudinous aspects shown
to him in the drop of pure lymph, and lias portrayed, with a vigour
characteristic of virtuous disgust, the abominations abounding in s,
Drop of Gin. We have no doubt that our artist's Two Drops will—
as enduring household monitors—be found to adorn the cliimney-
pieces of tens of thousands of our countrymen. In fact, in the lofty
and disinterested phraseology of Evening Paper, " no man's fireside
will be complete without them."

In the first place, let us solicit the attention of the world to the
Water Drop. There's a love of a wife! There's lambkins of