THE LIFE OF GEORGE CRUIKSHANK,
VOL. I. (of II)
The Life Of George Cruikshank In Two Epochs
By Blanchard Jerrold
With Numerous Illustrations
1882
“If ever you happen to meet with two volumes of Grimm’s ‘GermanStories,* which were illustrated by Cruikshank long ago, pounce uponthem instantly; the etchings in them are the finest things, next toRembrandt’s, that, as far as I know, have been done since etching wasinvented.”—Ruskin.
“All British people, even publicans and distillers, we should hope, havea kindly feeling for George Cruikshank.”—W. M. Rossetti.
“Am I stilted or turgid when I paraphrase that which Johnson said ofHomer and Milton, in re the Iliad and the Paradise Lost, and say ofHogarth and Cruikshank that George is not the greatest pictorialhumourist our country has seen, only because he is not the first?”—Sala’s“Life of William Hogarth.”
CONTENTS
THE LIFE OF GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. EPOCH I. 1794—1847.
CHAPTER II. FROM CRANACH TO CRUIKSHANK.
CHAPTER III. CRUIKSHANK’S EARLY DAYS.
CHAPTER IV. CRUIKSHANK AS A POLITICALCARICATURIST.
CHAPTER V. “LIFE IN LONDON,” “LIFE IN PARIS,” “POINTS OF HUMOUR,” ETC.
CHAPTER VI. HAND-TO-MOUTH WORK.
CHAPTER VII. THREE COURSES AND A DESSERT
CHAPTER VIII. SKETCHES BY BOZ, OLIVER TWIST, ANDTHE LIFE OF GRIMALDI.
CHAPTER IX. ILLUSTRATIONS TO HARRISON AINSWORTH’SROMANCES.
DEDICATION.
TO GUSTAVE DORÉ.
My dear Doré,
When some five-and-twenty years ago we were waiting together, at Boulogne,for the arrival of the Queen, who was on her way to Paris, we spent anevening at the hotel with the late Herbert Ingram, for whom we hadundertaken—you to illustrate, and I to describe—the pageantfor the “Illustrated London News” It was a pleasant evening, closed by along moonlight ramble on the sands. While we talked, you, filled a vastsheet of paper with a medley of fancies, squibs, caricatures, and satires,in which public events were jumbled with private jokes; while the greatfolk, of whose doings we were the chroniclers, were marshalled inprocession with our humble selves. I remember the astonishment expressedon Ingram’s face when, as we were leaving for our walk and cigar, heglanced over your shoulder at the