THE FRONTISPIECE represents an outline map of England and Wales; there sits untaxed Johnny Bull, upon "Ægir, the Sea Demon," with his favorite tankard of ale, and his son of Wales clinging to his back, portraying a jocose symbol of "merrye Englande." He seems to be saying to his laughing boy

"Thou mak'st me merry, I am fond of pleasure,

Let us be jocund—will you troule the catch ?"—Shakspeare. The youth begins with a very old song:

"Every island is a prison, closely guarded by the sea;"

The compass is formed by a spit passed through a bullock's heart, with a knife and fork pointing far east and far west; emblematic of his hearty delight in regaling himself on roast beef, which, in the language of Swift, one of his most jocose and favorite writers, "is the king of meat; beef comprehends in it the quintessence of partridge, and quail, and venison, and pheasant, and plum-pudding, and custard."

Such being easy John's jocund humor in those days of full feasting, we need not wonder at his capricios.

"The tumbler's gambols some delight afford,

No less the nimble caperer on the cord,

But these are still insipid stuff, to see

Coup'd" on a fish, "toss'd upon the sea."-Dryden.

"Therefore he would have his way; and our friend is to drink till he be carbuncled and tun-bellied; after which, we will send him down to smoke, and to be buried with his ancestors in Derbyshire."-Tatler.