By Charles Williams. An enormously fat butcher (left) stands beside his chopping-block, pointing out the merits of a vast joint of beef spiked on a rail in front of his shop or stall. His customers are a plainly dressed jovial citizen and his more pretentious wife, whose hands are in a large muff. All the joints are decorated with sprigs of holly; the central masterpiece has small coronets stamped on the fat, while the markings of the meat simulate a genealogical tree. The butcher says: "There is not such dignified Beef in the Market - believe me Right Honorable every Inch of it; Coronets marked in the fat and Genealogy in the lean - had it pon Honor - from my Lord cram Bullock, - delicious! - you may smell the Oil Cake a mile - no vulgar ingredients - only half a Crown per pound - a mere trifle - I have indeed some low bred beef at Sixpence but I am sure Sir it would not suit your refined Taste." The man answers: "Why look ye - Master Suet as I am not over ambitious, if you please - I'll have a slice of the Citizen." His wife says with a sour expression: "Husband dont be so Wulgar I say send home a Sir Loin of true Nobility." Description from the British Museum.