File:A Peep into the Camp (BM 1935,0522.7.112-114).jpg

English: Ten scenes of camp life, an inscription below each. The pl. has been cut into three vertical sections, but the designs are here described according to what seems the original arrangement, in two horizontal rows. [1] An elderly officer stands cogitating, tents are in the background: "Tis very true indeed - the men must have shot each other. - Well Well I will endeavour to alter this slight Inconvenience in my next Manoeuvre." [2] A partly dressed officer sits on his bed in a large tent, yawning and stretching: "Pon life cant stand these early marches, better die at once upon the bed of honor." [3] A very young officer marches with a flag and is violently blown forward; behind are mounted officers and a platoon of marching men: "O La! 0 La! dear sweet Wind spare me but till I pass the General." [4] An elderly officer gormandizes in his tent, seated on a stool. At his feet are a ham, bottle, &c.: "These broiling Field days take away the little appetite I have left." [5] An officer marches with pointed toe and raised sword: "Egad I have it now - or the Devil is in it." [6] A short fat officer sits on a chair in a mess-tent, addressing an (invisible) lady: "Do not believe them Mem we military Gemmen are the Protectors not the Violators of the Fair." [7] A very coquettish young officer admires his reflection in a mirror on a muslin-draped dressing-table: "lout a fait equipp'd for Conquest fore Ged." [8] A very drunk officer sits in a tent kicking over a chair; his sword, in three pieces, and a broken bottle, &c, are on the ground: "If any Man says I am drunk on Guard damme I will ac-c-commodate him with a kick damme." [9] A man sits in a tent partly undressed, and wearing a night-cap, coat flung over the dressing-table on which a candle burns; one boot is off, the other in a boot-jack: "Go the Rounds d'ye say, d-y what dye mean by that Cant, you hear it Rain you Scoundrel." [10] An elderly officer sits in a tent at a table, on which a candle gutters in its socket. He studies a book and little ships arranged to represent manoeuvres; his toes supported on two large volumes. He holds his bald head in desperation: "O Lord O Lord I cannot I never shall remember all these cursed conversions, filings, marches, countermarches and wheelings." c.1803?
Hand-coloured etching, cut into three parts which are mounted on successive sheets