Satire on the fall from power of Robert Walpole and the eagerness with which his opponents pick up offices. Walpole, in the centre, has been forced to take an emetic by means of a drenching horn held by a grinning Pulteney to the left; he vomits "Dr Lee", "West[minst]er", "Chip[p]enham" and "Convention" (the latter on the floor behind Pulteney) at the same time defecating into a close stool lettered "The Gulph of Secret Iniquity". The Earl of Winchilsea, who became First Lord of the Admiralty, stands behind him grimacing with an anchor hanging behind him. The Duke of Argyll, on the left, bends forward as he relieves himself of "Com[mis]s[io]ns for Men &amp; New Regiments"; Samuel Sandys kneels beside a puddle of vomit lettered, "Private P[e]ns[io]ns", picking up a ribbon lettered "Ch[ancello]r of the E[xcheque]r" and two tally sticks; Lord Wilmington, crouch to pick up a ribbon lettered "First L[ord] of t[he] T[reasur]y", puddles around him are lettered "S[in]k[in]g F[u]nd", "Reversions" and "Ex[ci]se Scheme". To the right, behind the close stool, kneels Carteret, holding a ribbon lettered "What I can catch", his foot in a puddle of "Promises". Behind him the king stands in a puddle lettered "T[i]tl[e]s &amp; R[i]b[a]nds" offering Walpole a ribbon lettered "E[arl] of O[rfor]d". In the left background a crowd of men stand in a doorway, saying "We come in now"; they include the Bishops of Lichfield and Lincoln.                                              
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1742<div style="display: none;">date QS:P571,+1742-00-00T00:00:00Z/9</div>
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