Eighth print in the Miseries of Human Life series. A young woman sleeps in her chair, in a handsome library her hand, holding a pen, resting on a sheet of paper. An elderly man holding an eye-glass to his eye leans over the back of her chair to inspect a paper inscribed My dear. Two lighted candles have broken in half. One leaf of the large folding door (right) is open: a woman stands outside it. Below: 'As you are writing drowsily by the fire, on rousing and recollecting yourself, find your Guardian in possession of your secret thoughts, which he never ceases to upbraid you of.' Description from the Catalogue of Political and Personal Satires Vol. VIII.