Note 1 — CATALOGUE OF HOGARTH'S PRINTS.[1]

These, in my first edition, I had ventured, on popular report, to say were parson Ford, and the first Lord Northington, when young. But I am now enabled to identify their persons, on the authority of Sir John Hawkins: "When the Midnight Modern Conversation came out, the general opinion was, that the Divine was the portrait of Orator Henley; and the Lawyer of Kettleby, a vociferous bar orator, remarkable, though an utter barrister, for wearing a full-bottom'd wig, which he is here drawn with, as also for a horrible squint."

In that once popular satire, The Causidicade, are the following lines on this lawyer:

"Up Kettleby starts with a horrible stare! 'Behold, my good Lord, your old friend at the bar, Or rather old foe, for foes we have been, As treason fell out, and poor traitors fell in. Strong opposites e'er, and not once of a side, Attornies will always great counsel divide. You for persecutions, I always against, How oft with a joke 'gainst your law have I fenc'd? How oft in your pleadings I've pick'd out a hole, Thro' which from your pounces my culprit I've stole; I've puzzled against you now eight years or nine, You, my Lord, for your King, I a ——l for mine. But what is all this? Now your Lordship will say, To get at the office this is not the way. I own it is not, so I make no request For myself, still firm to my party and test: But if 'tis your pleasure to give it my son, He shall take off his coif t'accept of the boon; That coif I, refusing, transferr'd upon him, For who'd be a serjeant where P——r was Prime? That my son is a lawyer no one can gainsay, As witness his getting off W——te t'other day.' Quo' my Lord, 'My friend Abel, I needs must allow You have puzzled me oft, as indeed you do now; Nay, have puzzled yourself, the court and the law, And chuckled most wittily over a flaw; For your nostrums, enigmas, conundrums, and puns, Are above comprehension, save that of your son's. To fling off the coif! Oh fye, my friend Abel, 'Twould be acting the part of the Cock in the Fable! 'Tis a badge of distinction! and some people buy it; Can you doubt on't, when Skinner and Hayward enjoy it? Tho' I own you have spoil'd (but I will not enlarge on't) A good Chancery draftsman to make a bad Serjeant.'"

Lord Northington did not come into notice till many years after the publication of this print.