1800 (?). _Country Characters. No. 11, Attorney._ Woodward del. Etched by Rowlandson. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand. 1800 (?). _Country Characters. No. 12, London Outrider, or Brother Saddle-bag._ Woodward del. Etched by Rowlandson. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand. 1800. _Matrimonial Comforts._ No. 1, _The Dinner Spoil'd._ G. M. Woodward del. Etched by Rowlandson. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand.--A family party sitting down to the diurnal repast. The head of the house is an ill-favoured person, of advanced age and wearing a tremendous wig. Before him is a leg of mutton, and, knife and fork in hand, he is considering the joint with the eye of disfavour. 'It's red!' he grumbles, 'not fit to eat!--these are the blessed effects of boiling mutton in a cloth!' His wife is regarding the dinner with consternation; one son is opening his eyes, and 'making a mouth' apprehensive of losing his dinner; another youth bears a look of absolute dejection; the family circle is completed by the addition of a queer poodle, seated on his hind legs, and wearing a disappointed look, like the rest of the diners. An appropriate pair of figures, _Peace_ and _Concord_, are hung on the wall by way of pictures. 1800. _Matrimonial Comforts._ No. 2, _Late Hours_. Woodward del. Etched by Rowlandson. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand. 1800. _Matrimonial Comforts._ No. 3, _An Anonymous Letter_. Woodward del. Etched by Rowlandson. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand. 1800. _Matrimonial Comforts._ No. 4, _A Return from a Walk_. Woodward del. Etched by Rowlandson. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand.--A venerable and somewhat decrepit spouse has been for a 'constitutional.' On his return he is gratified with the discovery of a very interesting domestic tableau: his young and pretty wife is fast asleep on the knee of a dashing officer, who, seated on the family sofa, is also slumbering blissfully, with one arm round the waist of the faithless wife, while his hand is clasping that of the lady, one of whose arms tenderly encircles the neck of her martial admirer. The rash intruder on this scene, with good reason, is much shocked at the situation, and is exclaiming in dismay, 'My wife! as sure as I am a haberdasher.'