Alecto and her train, at the gate of Pandaemonium-or-The recruiting sarjeant enlisting John-Bull, into the Revolution Service. (BM 1851,0901.535)

Alecto, a fantastic hag (as in BMSat 7721), stands outside the Crown and Anchor tavern between a diminutive Sheridan (left), playing a fife, and Fox (right), a burly drummer, both wearing regimentals. She towers above them, holding a long pike surmounted by a cap of 'Liberty' and holding out to John Bull, a yokel (as in BMSat 8141), a handful of 'Assignats'. Hissing serpents form her hair and serpents suck at the pendent breasts which her ragged garments do not cover. She has webbed wings, and wears a French cocked hat with a tricolour cockade inscribed 'Liberty'. She says: "Come on my brave Lad, take this bounty-money, & enter into my Company of Gentlemen Volunteers enlisted in the cause of Liberty - I'll find you present pay and free quarters, & I'll lead you where you shall fill your knapsack with Plunder; - nay Man, never talk about your old Master the Farmer, I'll find you Hundreds of Masters as good as he; Zounds I'll make you one of the Masters of England yourself: - come on, I say, here's riches for you, - come on; the glorious 14th of July is approaching, when Monarchs are to be crush'd like maggots, & brave men like yourself are to be put in their places - here hold your hand, enter boldly in the cause of Freedom, & cry Huzza - Vive la Nation! Huzza". John Bull stands on the left, scratching his head with a puzzled grin; he wears a smock and very wrinkled gaiters; his hat and a pitchfork are in his left hand. He answers: "Wounds, Measter Sarjeant, an I should enter into your sarvice, what'll Varmer-George say to I, for leaving of 'en without warning? - and yet I is half in love with the sound of your drum; & wishes to leave off Ploughing & dunging, & wear one of your vine cockades, & be a French Gentleman; - & yet, dangs it, it goes against ones heart to leave the Varmer; - ah Varmer George has been a rare good Measter to I! - but, am I to have all them fine paper Moneys - but to leave my old Measter! Ah me! I dozes'nt know what to do, not I!"
Sheridan stands between Alecto and John Bull; from his fife issues a label inscribed:

Tho' I am but a very silly Lad
Yet as Piping Men cannot be had,
For want of a better I may do,
To give you a tune with my too, too, too,
my too-too too &c &c.'

Fox is much larger than Sheridan, both wear French Grenadier's caps. On his drum is the head of a Medusa (Discord) with snaky locks. He smiles, watching John Bull with a stare of eager calculation, saying:

"Then come, my Lad, our glory share,
Let your honest heart, British Valour crown,
At Freedom's call to our Standard repair,
And follow the beat of my tow, row, row -
my row, row, row - &c &c."

Behind him and on the extreme right. Stanhope runs off to the right, stooping as if to conceal himself; in his right hand is a letter: 'To Lord Stanhop[e] from W. Pitt.' He says: "Ah this damn'd threat'ning caution from my brother in law Billy, has put me into a terrible funk; - I must be off & leave the Black-Sarjeant to muster up recruits without me: - well if the recruits should grow riotous, & do any mischief I cannot be blamed: - thank Heav'n I have scratched my name out of his muster Book: but however it is best to be off, before the review - oh zounds! I'm in a terrible funk - a damn'd funk indeed."
The door of the Crown & Anchor Tavern is immediately behind Fox and Alecto. From it issue flames and smoke in which imps and demons are flying. 4 July 1791

Hand-coloured etching.