1790 (?). _Waiting for Dinner._ 1790 (?). _At Dinner._ 1790 (?). _After Dinner._ 1790 (?). _Preparing for Supper._ 1790 (?). _Fox-hunters Relaxing._

_About 1790._ _Evening._--A small etching. A stout sportsman, lolling on his pony, and followed by a miscellaneous tribe of dogs, has evidently been out shooting, and on his homeward way he has fallen in with an encampment of gipsies, who have pitched their tent beside a wood; three brawny nymphs are sitting about in easy attitudes, and a fourth, leaning on the stranger's horse, is beguiling the Nimrod with her wiles; it seems probable, from the foolish expression thrown into the rider's face, that he is likely to fall an easy victim into mischievous hands.

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_August 6, 1790._ _Cattle at the River._ _The Horse Race._ _A View in Cornwall._ _The River; towing barges, &c._ _Rustic Refreshment._ _Winter Pastime: Skating on a Frozen River._

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_September 1790._ _A Dressing Room at Brighton._ Published by I. Brown, 6 Crown Street, Soho.--As the title expresses, this plate represents the interior of a chamber at the fashionable marine resort. Three gentlemen are seated in their combing-chairs; their hair is being curled and powdered by three hair-dressers.

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_October 20, 1790._ _Four o'clock in Town._ Designed and etched by Thomas Rowlandson. Published by J. Jones.--This plate, which is entirely due to Rowlandson's hand, is etched in outline, and filled in with aquatint, in imitation of a faint drawing in Indian ink. A young and well-favoured military buck has returned to his house at the advanced and disreputable hour of four o'clock in the morning, as indicated in the title; he has evidently been 'making a night of it,' and is considerably the worse for his potations. His young and pretty wife, who is in bed, is thrown into a mixed condition between consternation, fear, and resentment at the condition of her gallant spouse; the husband is propped up in an armchair, and left to the care of two comely housemaids, who are making efforts to assist this hopeless rake to divest himself of his clothes--an essential preliminary towards going to bed which he is signally unable to perform for himself. He is perfectly helpless in the hands of these wenches, and is contemplating with an imbecile air an empty purse, the result of his evening's recreations. In spite of the somewhat suggestive nature of this subject, all the figures are graceful and pleasingly expressed, and the faces are delicate and attractive.