The New Hampshire Gazette

LONDON, December 15.

The STATE of EUROPE: Or. HINTs to an Engraver.---By the Cobler of Cripplegate.

Give your imagination full scope, and fancy a French Cock clapping his wings and going to crow: then introduce a British-Lion walking up majestically to him, and, with the utmost contempt, p-ssing on him.

Represent a Northern Hero playing the Black Joke on his German flute; and two great unwieldy Princesses dancing an English Jigg, or playing at leap-frog.

Design a Spaniard in perspective, moving on reluctantly, led by a French King on one hand, and a Pope on the other, with the Devil clapping him on the back, and pushing him forward.

You may fancy a Swedish cur, yelping in Pomerania, and a Prussian black hussar, with a whip, collar and muzzle, going to chain him up.

Give us a dog of the Dane kind, gnawing and grumbling over his bone, which an overgrown bear at a distance is watching to seize.

Paint a Genoese in tears, for the loss of his political top, which the brave Corsicans are whipping about in that Island.

Draw the Queen of Hungary, as modestly as you can, rising from her bed, and putting on, as it were by mistake, his Imperial Majesty's breeches.

Shew us the same lady in another light; represent her as endeavouring to cover the Low Countries with her petticoats, whilst a most Christian Prince is slyly endeavouring to strip her of her smock.

You may give the publick the King of Sardinia in the character of a raree-show man, playing the tune of "Over the hills and far away," on his instrument; and a group of Austrians, with the utmost difficulty, climbing the Alps, and when they have reached the summit, dancing to his music.

Let the King of Poland, Elector of Saxony, appear in a mad house, with a label issuing from his mouth, bearing this inscription, Behold the sad remains of royalty.

With nicest care exhibit a gaming table, round which most of the crowned Heads in Europe are playing at Hazard; behind thee place a Turk, with a bag of gold in his hand, and impatience in his looks, as if desirous to become an adventurer.
Exert your utmost skill in drawing a Dutch-man to the life: throw as much slyness and design in his face as possible: make him seemingly attentive to the game: but in fact, let him be employed in diving into the pockets of the players, and cramming his own with guineas, louis d'ors, dollars, ducats, rubles, &c. Lastly, draw Britannia in tears pointing at the dreadful word RESIGNATION.