General frost shaveing little Boney

A terrible giant, General Frost prepares to "shave" Napoleon with a large razor on which is inscribed, "Russian Steel." This monster has the legs of a bear, a human torso, and long-clawed fingers. Its head is topped by a jagged "Mountain of Ice" from the peaks of which the cold "Polar Star" radiates. Echoing the icy headdress, its eyebrows are frozen over as is the monster's long handlebar mustache. As General Frost glares down at Napoleon, he rolls his large eyes and breathes snow and sleet from his bellowing nostrils. Shivering in fear and from cold, Napoleon raises his eyes towards the General and pleads his case. The monster pinches Napoleon's nose closed and ignores the large tears that roll down Napoleon's cheeks. Teeth clenched and chattering, Napoleon has no power to struggle. He stands rooted, he feet buried in snow and awaits his fate. Bodies of French soldiers lie crushed under the giant's bear feet. On the horizon, Moscow burns, while Petersburg and Riga lie under snow and the night sky. A terrible giant, General Frost prepares to "shave" Napoleon with a large razor on which is inscribed, "Russian Steel." This monster has the legs of a bear, a human torso, and long-clawed fingers. Its head is topped by a jagged "Mountain of Ice" from the peaks of which the cold "Polar Star" radiates. Echoing the icy headdress, its eyebrows are frozen over as is the monster's long handlebar mustache. As General Frost glares down at Napoleon, he rolls his large eyes and breathes snow and sleet from his bellowing nostrils. Shivering in fear and from cold, Napoleon raises his eyes towards the General and pleads his case. The monster pinches Napoleon's nose closed and ignores the large tears that roll down Napoleon's cheeks. Teeth clenched and chattering, Napoleon has no power to struggle. He stands rooted, he feet buried in snow and awaits his fate. Bodies of French soldiers lie crushed under the giant's bear feet. On the horizon, Moscow burns, while Petersburg and Riga lie under snow and the night sky. Published by Thomas Tegg, No. 111, Cheapside, December 1, 1812. Caption: Decr 1. 1812 Publd by Thos Tegg No 111 Cheapside London Dialogue: Napoleon: "Pray Brother General have Mercy, dont overwhelm me with your hoary element, you have niped me. that my very teeth chatter-Oh dear-I am quite Chop fallen." Dialogue: General Frost: "Invade My Country indeed. I'll Shave-Freeze-and Bury you in the Snow-You little Monkey." Price: Price One Shilling Coloured