Anonymous artist. After the French revolution, in 1791, conflicts in Ireland arose concerning their freedom from the British government. In this scene, a group of Irish rebels, wearing military gear, stand around and sit upon cannons filled with potatoes at a ‘Bristol Boarding school’. On the ground to the left is a sack of ‘Munster potatoes’. From left the soldiers say in turn: “For indictments of law never budge, all Juries love Bucks that will wench; and sure we may challenge the judge, as soon as he comes from the wench. I al de ral etc.” “Let an Irishman alone for a capital stroke my jewel!” “Paddy, honey, only look at that plump creter on t’other side of the window there; by my soul she has ten thousand pounds in good golden guineas, and the devil burn me if the honey Jew of her lips was ever kys’d by any man in the world. “Och, by Jesus my dear mistress Tickletail, my great gun never failed me yet in storming the fortress of Maid, Wife or Widow! Let me once enter the breach sword in hand, and my soul to a china orange the day is my own!” On the far right, a man sits holding a sack of potatoes inscribed: ‘To Darby, Mc.Nelli cuddy, esq,’ Bath a present from his causen Norah the great Princess of [Bristol]?’. He also says, “Fire away your honors! Potato artillery for ever!”. Above him, a stressed woman bats away potatoes with a bundle of sticks/brush. She says: “Hannahg More my love, whip all the girls that run to the windows. Lord have mercy upon me I never saw such dreadful engines in my life!”.