An Engraver, you may be by trade, /But withal you're a curious blade, / Whose rule every night, is to go to bed tight, / That the bloom on your nose my ne'er fade. / Chop away, cut and butcher your block, / Never listen again for a knock, / For you in my eyes, I loath and despise / As the ugliest sheep in the flock.

[n.d., c.1870.]
Colour-printed wood engraving, image 205 x 130mm, on a folded sheet.
A wood-engraver, smoking a pipe.
[Ref: 7069] £130.00