Very slippy-weather [graphic]

In front of Humphrey's print shop window, a man sits on the pavement, having fallen backwards; his legs are splayed up, his wig is falling off, and coins spill from his pockets. The man's predicament is unobserved by four men studying the Gillray prints displayed in the shop window, each identifiable: a gentleman with a quizzing glass held to his eye; a military officer; a coachman; and a young dustman carrying a pair of skates under his arm, his nose eaten away by syphilis. From the cobblestone street a dog looks at the man. Through the shop door, two men, one an obese cleric, are shown examining a print