A long pull a strong pull and a pull altogether

On the left of the sheet six national figures representing the allied nations pull on a bundle of ropes attached to Dutch men-of-war. Cheerfully and in harmony, these figures tug at the ropes that will eventually pull the ships into deeper, navigable water. On the right of the sheet, the distant ships swarm with tiny figures. Dutchmen, distinguishable by their frumpy clothing and large bottoms, scurry over the riggings. One group stands near the shore and, putting their backsides to the hulls of the ships, attempts to push the fleet. Napoleon and Joseph Bonaparte, also in the right distance run towards the departing ships and bemoan their loss. The sun, inscribed "Sunset of Tyranny" sets on the horizon. Just to its left, five large allied vessels guard the waters. On the left of the sheet six national figures representing the allied nations pull on a bundle of ropes attached to Dutch men-of-war. Cheerfully and in harmony, these figures tug at the ropes that will eventually pull the ships into deeper, navigable water. On the right of the sheet, the distant ships swarm with tiny figures. Dutchmen, distinguishable by their frumpy clothing and large bottoms, scurry over the riggings. One group stands near the shore and, putting their backsides to the hulls of the ships, attempts to push the fleet. Napoleon and Joseph Bonaparte, also in the right distance run towards the departing ships and bemoan their loss. The sun, inscribed "Sunset of Tyranny" sets on the horizon. Just to its left, five large allied vessels guard the waters. Published by Thomas Tegg, 111 Cheapside, November 25, 1813. Print is not signed by Rowlandson, but is securely attributable to his hand. This caricature celebrates the liberation of Holland in November of 1813. George notes that here the Allies are rightly credited with securing Dutch freedom from the French. Caption: Published by Thos Tegg 1813 Novr 25 No 111 Cheapside Dialogue: Napoleon: "Oh Brother Joe - I'm all Fire, My Passion eats me up Such unlooked for Storms of ills fall on me, It beats down all my cunning, I cannot bear it. My ears are fill'd with noise, my Eyes grow dim and feeble shakings seize every Limb." Dialogue: Joseph Bonaparte: "Oh Brother Nap, Brother Nap, we shant be left with half a crown apiece." Plate Mark: 233