Papers are burning in the grate, one inscribed 'To Libellous'.Ĭurator's comments (Description and comment from M. On the chimney-piece there is also a bottle labelled 'Cephalic' (for diseases of the head). val' concealing his face with his hat below, and partly hiding the frame, is a statuette of a knight killing a dragon.

Over the chimneypiece (right) is a three-quarter length portrait of 'Lord P. The former covers her face with a tragic gesture a dagger lies on a table beside her, she seems to contemplate suicide. 7721), naked, wreathed in serpents, and brandishing scourge and fire-brand, with a background of flames hangs between three-quarter length portraits of 'Lady Douglas' and 'Lady A Hamilton'. This picture is on the left of a row: a large picture of 'Alecto' (cf. On the left John Mitford, identified by a letter in his coat-pocket 'To John Mit-', stands facing the wall, and hanging one picture over another: he places a view of a country inn, 'The Tigers Head' above one of 'burton's Mad House', saying, 'Come this is a prettier picture than the other shall catch some fish in this neighbourhood.' He is fashionably dressed, wearing Hessian boots. Son-.' Other papers and books lie on the floor: newspapers are 'The News' and 'The Star', a paper is headed 'Memorandums Billy Austin -the Will-' Books are 'Life of Lord Nelson', 'A very Woman by Massinger', 'Machiavael', 'Johnson', 'Indiscretion a Novel', 'Don Quixote'. Querie was this not the case with Nunky, why not happen.

She frowns meditatively, saying, 'Now then for something strong but not libellous, I hate half measures we must rush upon the enemy-suprise, astound him-and unhorse him by Terror-John Bull have at you! I'll open your eyes-.' The table is littered with papers and books some are docketed: 'For the Star', 'To the Editor of the Star', 'For the News', 'Extracts from the Book', one is 'Copy', a book is 'Politicks', and a large paper is displayed: 'Select Scraps from Shakespeare-with my own comments 'Some achieve greatness 'some have greatness thrust upon them. A serpent issues from her breast, coils round her arm, and darts its fang at the tip of her pen. Lady Perceval sits at an ornate writing-table, pen in hand.

Perceval's Narrative by John Perceval