The progress of disappointment, or the hopes of a day.-
London, M. Jones November 1st .1815, The Scourge
Original hand colouring
211 x 490 mm
Traces of old folds as issued
A sequence of three designs, each with a caption, representing the experiences of the narrator (pp. 823-30) in a single day.  ‘A Joint Stock Company dividing their Losses—’ The chairman of the company stands at the head of a cloth-covered table addressing the stockholders. On his right are three men (left), who have risen indignantly from their chairs; one is a bearded Jew who exclaims "Tarn the Tevil." Two others are seated on his left; one rests his elbows on the table, supporting his head; he says: "They call this a Joint Stock Compy I think it will be a joint loss one." Two men stand behind (right); one asks: "How are Stocks to Day?" The other answers: "D—d low." The chairman, with a bland expression, says: "Gentlemen, depend upon it this is a flourishing concern—-for though you get nothing yet, you will be sure to have something at last Only subscribe a little more money and then it will all come in a lump." On the table is a large paper inscribed ‘Debts £40,000 Devidend £0. 0. 0.’, with two open books: ‘Report’ and ‘History of the South Sea Bubble’. A third book lies on the ground: ‘Life of John Law the Celebrated Projector’. On the wall behind the chairman is a picture: a naked infant blows soap-bubbles; he is seated on piles of paper inscribed ‘500 Shares’ and ‘Waste Paper’.  ‘A Bankrupt settleing with his Creditors—’ An obese and hideous ‘cit’ (left) stands with outspread hands before six angry and dismayed creditors. They are grouped at a round table covered with a green cloth on which are a ‘Ledger’ and ‘Day Book’. He says: "Here I am Gentlemen, do with me as you please— my body is yours but my Chattels are gone to the devil—I assure you I conceal nothing for I have nothing to conceal." One of the victims, a baker, says: "a d—d bad batch." The others are silent. One is a butcher, in over-sleeves and apron, with his steel hanging from his waist. On the wall are four pictures (left to right): card-players (part only); ‘City Feast’, guests at two tables with a chairman between and above both; ‘Prodigal Son’, he revels with harlots, and ‘Harlot’s Prog[ress]’, based on plate 2 of Hogarth’s series (No. 2046). Cf. No. 12779.  ‘A Legacy forgotten—’ The narrator (right), a young man in top-boots, stands dejectedly in a snug parlour, a wine-glass falling from his hand. A young man in black holding his father’s will, turns to the visitor, pointing to the last words on the will which runs: "I will… in sound bo ….. I bequeath to my Dear Nephew—" He says: "Just as my poor father wrote these words he expired I know he meant to do something handsome for you & as I wish to fulfil his intentions pray accept this mourning ring." The disappointed man says: "I assure you I most deeply lament my uncle’s death just at that moment. Oh that he had lived a minute longer! What a d—d hurry he must have been in!" He holds a large handkerchief and registers grief. Behind a small table on which is a plum-cake the widow is pouring wine, having just returned from the funeral. Above the chimney-piece is a map showing the ‘Cape of Good Hope’. Beside it is a half length portrait of an elderly man.