Ditto. My Drawing of it in _Punch_ 297

"English Waterproof Ink" 299

I sit for John Brown 300

A Crib by an American Advertiser 301

Finis 302

CONFESSIONS OF A CARICATURIST.

CHAPTER I.

CONFESSIONS OF MY CHILDHOOD--AND AFTER.

Introductory--Birth and Parentage--The Cause of my remaining a
Caricaturist--The Schoolboys' _Punch_--Infant Prodigies--As a Student--I
Start in Life--_Zozimus_--The Sullivan Brothers--Pigott--The Forger--The
Irish "Pathriot"--Wood Engraving--Tom Taylor--The Wild
West--Judy--Behind the Scenes--Titiens--My First and Last Appearance in
a Play--My Journey to London--My Companion--A Coincidence.

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In offering the following pages to the public, I should like it to be
known that no interviewer has extracted them from me by the thumbscrew
of a morning call, nor have they been wheedled out of me by the caresses
of those iron-maidens of literature, the publishers. For the most part
they have been penned in odd half-hours as I sat in my easy-chair in the
solitude of my studio, surrounded by the aroma of the post-prandial
cigarette.

I would also at the outset warn those who may purchase this work in the
expectation of finding therein the revelations of a caricaturist's
Chamber of Horrors, that they will be disappointed. Some day I may be
tempted to bring forth my skeletons from the seclusion of their
cupboards and strip my mummies, taking certain familiar figures and
faces to pieces and exposing not only the jewels with which they were
packed away, but all those spicy secrets too which are so relished by
scandal-loving readers.

At present, however, I am in an altogether lighter and more genial vein.
My confessions up to date are of a purely personal character, and like a
literary Liliputian I am placing myself in the hand of that colossal
Gulliver the Public.

I may, it is true, in the course of my remarks be led to retaliate to
some extent upon those who have had the hardihood to assert that all
caricaturists ought, in the interest of historical accuracy, to be
shipped on board an unseaworthy craft and left in the middle of the
Channel, for the crime of handing dow