By our rise, and Charley's fall ...
Title derived from first line of accompanying verse.
Date from pencilled note on item.
Detached from an unidentified larger work.
Printed signatures within image, lower left: "W. Brown"; lower right: "T. Mosses".
Two stanzas of verse printed below image. First stanza: "By our rise, and Charley's fall / By our constitutional / Regard for king and country all, / Ye shall, ye shall be free! / Lay the Hunts and Cobbetts low, / Tyrants they in every row, / At Spa Fields, or at Peterloo, / Let us do, or die! / Vide Sir Robert P___'s Address to his Army, p. 20." Second stanza: "From my Box, with all its pleasures, / Torn away, and shewn no quarter; / To suit new diplomatic measures, / Banished now across the water. / In former times, I sang the hour / In revelry, and sprang my rattle; / But now my song of night is o'er, / And for ever mute my prattle! / Vide Charley's Complaint."
Peel and his new uniformed police force stand at the left of the frame in the background as a procession of characters, mostly looking down and out, striede by, with the lead figure carrying a "Petition [illegible] New Police" in one hand.