The rising sun; or, a view of the continent

Hand-colored engraving by Rowlandson after Farnham published August 28, 1800. In this image the nations captured by Napoleon are slowly awakened by the rising sun of Spain and Portugal, which shines brightly on the horizon. Napoleon sits in the center of this image and is surrounded by representations of the various nations he conquered. To his right the Russian bear, muzzled by "Boneys Promises," sleeps soundly in a cradle rocked by Napoleon. Turkey has been so thoroughly thrashed that all that remains is contained in a basket marked "Turkish Wheat." Sweden, who stands behind Napoleon, answers the rising sun and calls his comrades to arms. He is joined by Austria (second figure from the right). The other figures in the image--Holland, who sleeps on a cask of ale, Denmark, who is muffled by a candle snuffer, and Prussia, who is now deranged--are still soundly asleep, or incapacitated. Poland has been so greatly diminished that it is reduced to a shadow in the background, while Naples is represented by a funerary memorial on the far left of the image. The accompanying text, printed at the bottom of the sheet, describes the figures in the image above. The verse issues a call to arms and encourages patriotism as a means to dispel tyranny. Hand-colored engraving by Rowlandson after Farnham published August 28, 1800. In this image the nations captured by Napoleon are slowly awakened by the rising sun of Spain and Portugal, which shines brightly on the horizon. Napoleon sits in the center of this image and is surrounded by representations of the various nations he conquered. To his right the Russian bear, muzzled by "Boneys Promises," sleeps soundly in a cradle rocked by Napoleon. Turkey has been so thoroughly thrashed that all that remains is contained in a basket marked "Turkish Wheat." Sweden, who stands behind Napoleon, answers the rising sun and calls his comrades to arms. He is joined by Austria (second figure from the right). The other figures in the image--Holland, who sleeps on a cask of ale, Denmark, who is muffled by a candle snuffer, and Prussia, who is now deranged--are still soundly asleep, or incapacitated. Poland has been so greatly diminished that it is reduced to a shadow in the background, while Naples is represented by a funerary memorial on the far left of the image. The accompanying text, printed at the bottom of the sheet, describes the figures in the image above. The verse issues a call to arms and encourages patriotism as a means to dispel tyranny. Inscription: Pubd. August 28 by R. Ackermann, No. 101 Strand Printed Signature: G. Sawler-Farnham Verse: Just as the rising sun dispels/ The gloom of night to bless us with new day,/ So genuine patriotism expels/ Vindictive Tyrants from despotic sway./ Thus Spain, the source of patriotic worth/ (A Rising-Sun of Freedom to the Earth)/ Invites the captive nations to forego/ The Yoke and crush their sanguinary Foe./ Why then ye Nations will thee not embrace/ The proferr'd Freedom smiling in your face-?/ Why dilli-dally when to sink or rise!/ Rests with yourselves - dare ye contemn [sic] the prize - / Is Freedom nothing worth, that for her sake/ Ye dare not e'en one gen'rous effort make?/ Alas! infatuated Monarchs see,/ What is, and what you fate must ever be./ Spain is a Sun arising to illume/ The three-fold horrors of your future doom,/ While she on Fredom's [sic] golden wings shall tow'r,/ The Arbitress of continental pow'r./ Russia's a Bear amid impending woes,/ Rock'd by the insidious Tyrant to repose./ Sweden's a warrior of Distinguished worth,/ Sweden hath giv'n to many heroes birth./ Austria's a Phoenix rising renovated,/ Whose genial warmth with Spain incorporated/ Longer disdains to crouch at the fell shrines/ Of Usurpation and the foulest crimes./ Prussia, poor Prussia with straight-jacket on/ And crown of Straw proves what delays have done./ Denmark too half extinguish'd shows/ The fruits of leaguing with Old England's Foes./ And Holland, drowsy Holland dreams/ Of aggrandizement, potent Kings and Queens/ While Poland's a mere shadow in the rear/ (As proof of something once existent there)/ Yields to the yoke, nor dares its shackles break,/ Lest by so doing she her freedom stake./ Poor silly mortals, will ye ever bow/ To the dead shrine of Tyrrany and Woe;/ Or by co-operation overwhelm/ The Scourge of Nations, and resume the helm.