Satire on a duel fought between Lord Petersham and James Webster Wedderburn in Combe Wood on April 21, 1821.
Print shows Wedderburn firing a pistol at the seat of Petersham's trousers and singing his posterior. Petersham capers on one foot and fires into the air as he exclaims: "Pray do'nt fire at me, my dear Fellow, it may injure my Whiskers pon my honor. --Such a shocking Idea to look at a nasty Pistol. Oh ! I shall faint where is my Lavender? I wish I was at Home Oh! Oh!" Wedderburn is saying: "Take that for my Wife, you Liar! you contemptible puppy, you cur ... [etc.]. Behind him stands his second Col. Palmer beside a sign post reading Combe Wood; he is saying: "This is a prime joke, ah! ah! I have drawn the balls out of the pistols, so it's all a Flash that's the way to give every Body Satisfaction..ah! ah! ah!" At left stands Petersham's second, Lord Foley near a coach and postilion, who says: "Oh daisy me! his Lordship is hit the Seat of his Honor I mus get behind a bush or I shall be in danger, and smell of Powder for a month. O la!" A surgeon sits above in a tree. He says: "I must cut a plaster to cover the part all over: then Phlebotomize and keep him in a Stable Yard."