A man is standing on a beach pointing towards a man in the air who has a broken barrel and a stick in his hands. Etching after Cruikshank.

1808

Lettering: The Irish smugglers. (Extracted from No.X11. of the Monthly Mirror) - New Series. From Brighton two Paddies walk'd under the cliff, For pebbles and shells to explore; When, lo! a small barrel was dropped from a skiff, Which floated at length to the shore. ... But Dermot bawl' out with a terrible shout, I'm not to be chous'd, Master Wiseman; If you do not come down, I'll run into the town, And, by Jasus, I'll tell the exciseman. Cruikshank del.