Donald S. Taylor (ed.), The Complete Works of Thomas Chatterton: A Bicentenary Edition, Vol. 2
To the Printer.
1Strolling through Pall-mall the other morning, I saw a num-Editor’s Note2ber of workmen very busy in the repairs of Carlton-House. The 3opportunity which this afforded me, of viewing the inside of a 4building so much celebrated throughout Europe for its political pg 7285conferences, I must confess, roused my curiosity; therefore, flip-6ping one of the workmen half a crown, I walked in, and amused 7myself very entertainingly for above an hour. As my greatest 8gratification lay in the examination of some curious original paint- 9ings, which hang in the principal room; and as your readers may 10have an equal curiosity to be acquainted with their merits, I send 11you a list of them, with the painters names, and some occasional 12remarks, which I noted on the spot with my pencil.
- Saturday morning.
No. 1. A Scotch baboon (burlesquely called an Atlas) bearing upon his tail England, Ireland, and Scotland, with the annexed dominions—by L—d B—te.
This piece stands in a favourable situation, but wont bear much light.
No. 2. Its companion—by St—t M—k—zie, Esq;
No. 3. Magna Charta reversed—by L——d M—sf——d.
The letters, by being thus turned topsy turvy, become partly unintelligible. The parchment, altogether, looks more like an ancient Scotch manuscript, than that old pledge of English liberty.
No. 4. The Island of St. John, with several tracts of land in perspective—by L—d Eg——t.
No. 5. Two running footmen—by G—b——t Ell—t, and C. J——k——n, Esq;
No. 6. A chair woman—by J. D——s——n, Esq;
The miserable wretchedness of this character is very well described in the figure of an old woman, doing the dirty work of a large family.
No. 7. A prize fighter—by S——l M—rt——n, Esq;
No. 8. A view of a butcher's stall in St. George's fields—by L—d B——rr——n.
Though the artist has shewn great strength of description in this piece, it becomes very disgusting, on account of human carcasses being substituted for animal.
No. 9. A mendicant friar—by L—d M—chm—t.
No. 10. An echo—by L—d N—th.
This is figured by a description of an ancient place, formerly called St. S—p—n's ch—p—l, which was so celebrated for its echo, that 'tis asserted with great veracity, a single voice has been often reverberated the majority of 558 times.
No. 11. A what d'ye call it—by W—lb—re Ell—s, Esq;
The representation of a whimsical kind of modern wind instrument, which, by applying a certain quantity of yellow metal to its ventiducts, produces any tune you call for.