R Cooper after George Moutard Woodward
The Night Constable.
London, S W Fores, Sept. 8th. 1785
380 x 280 mm
The interior of a watch-house, a burly watch-man stands facing an elderly constable who sits frowning in his arm-chair. He holds out a broken lantern and points to a thin, fashionably dressed, and apparently drunken man who stands beside him with closed eyes, holding a large stick in his left hand. Next to the constable is a clerk writing at his desk. A map of h Parish hangs on the wall, and a sleeping dog lies by the burning hearth. Beneath the title is engraved; Watchman. This wicked dog did lift his hand, First knock me down, then bid me stand; The peaceful neighbours he awoke, And then the Knave my lanthorn broke, At which the Villain loud did Laugh, so down I knock’d him with my staff. Constable. If so:–you Justice did yourself, Therefore begone thou prating Elf. A satire on the tricks played by watchmen on those they falsely charged with having broken their lanterns. BM 6879