Samples of sweethearts and wives! [graphic]

Design consists of eight panels arranged in two horizontal rows, with lines of text etched in the top portion of each panel. In the upper left, an intoxicated woman in an arm chair, says "May we have in our arms what we love in our hearts. No tax upon gin! Here we go up, up, up, and there we go down, down, down!" The next shows a man prostrate on his back holding a lantern, with words above, "Bless me, is that the sun of the moon I see above there!" On the wall behind him a print with the title "The good woman" etched above the figure of a woman without a head. Third, a bare chested gravedigger looks up from his work in horror as a woman loses control of the pail of water on her head. Above them are the words, "Hollo! Damn your blood you old Faggot, where are you coming to?" The final panel in the top row shows an obese well-dressed woman vomiting, a bottle of "Comfort for the Cholick" in her left hand. The words etched above her head: "Too much of a good thing!". First on the left of the second row: a large, young woman with bare breasts and generally disheveled and quesy look on her face, walks on a cobblestone street; behind her in the distance a man shakes a cleaver in her direction. Above her the words, “I am a little sickish or so, but no matter, I've given Sal her gruel? She drink gin with me! Blast me she could as soon swallow the fat landlady!” The next panel shows a unconscious woman being carried on a man's back. The text above them reads, “She's got her quantum, by jingo, she smells as sweet as a daisy! But no matter, I'll get the blunt in the morning from her old goat of a keeper. 'Upon my conscience and soul he will have a precious bedfellow of her to night! In the third panel, bottom row, an old woman with spectacles bumps into a large rock, causing her to drop her bottle of gin and a bloody nose. Etched above her head are the words, “What's that for you sawcy reascal! Here, Watch! Watch! Watch! Lord a mercy upon me what a blow! My poor head spins like a top!” In the final panel, a military officer escorts a well-dressed young woman along a street as he brandishes a club. Above them is etched, "Stick, close, my dear, Charlotte. Hold up your head, my lily of the valley. I am as sober as a judge. Woman and wine for ever, damn me!”