was a great deal wiser by this time, and whether M. Desonge escaped, or whether he is now in that extensive place which is paved with good intentions, we shall not say. Those who are anxious to know had better purchase the book of Mr Daly, of Leicester square, wherein all these interesting matters are duly set down. We have one more diabolical picture in our budget, engraved by Mr Thompson, the same dexterous artist who has rendered the former diableries so well.
We may mention Mr Thompson's name as among the first of
the engravers to whom Cruikshank's designs have been en-
trusted; and next to him (if we may be allowed to make such
arbitrary distinctions) we may place Mr Williams; and the
reader is not possibly aware of the immense difficulties to be
overcome in the rendering of these little sketches, which, traced
by the designer in a few hours, require weeks' labour from the
engraver. Mr Cruikshank has not been educated in the regular
schools of drawing, very luckily for him, as we think, and consequently has had to make a
manner for himself, which is quite
unlike that of any other draftsman. There is nothing in the
least mechanical about it; to produce his particular effects he
uses his own particular lines, which are queer, free, fantastical,
and must be followed in all their infinite twists and vagaries by
the careful tool of the engraver. Look at these three lovely
smiling heads for instance.
