A pretty woman sits in a neo-Gothic hall facing five elderly suitors, a sixth, a doctor, just behind her. They are colonel, baronet, parson, lawyer, and quaker. She intends to choose one, but Death leans over he chair, seen only by a servant who stands on tiptoe by the doorway. Below: 'It is in vain that you decide: Death claims you as his destin’d Bride.' Partial description from the Catalogue of Political and Personal Satires Vol. XI.