LIFE AND GENIUS OF GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. 137 



Deuce." The star has fallen ; but the loose garter is ready with its 

 excuse Honi soit,, &c. How very drunk his Majesty is to be sure ! 

 There's a bonnet on the corner of the skreen, and three or four bot- 

 tles, or so, under the chair. The candles have not been snuffed 

 lately the Royal hand became incapable about half an hour ago. 



Let us take a view of him in another light : it is quite clear that he 

 was more than sublime, for with a touch, absolutely impalpable, 

 he becomes more than ridiculous. 



He is here waging ivatdimanly war against his wife. 



But now let us, at least, attempt to be a little regular in our pro- 

 ceedings. We have brought down the Cruikshank race to the 

 heroes of Culloden : to them succeeded Isaac, our talented friend's 



