Illustrator record
G. P. Jacomb Hood
George Percy Jacomb-Hood (1857-1929) was a British painter, etcher, and illustrator. He was born 6 July 1857 in Redhill, Surrey. Jacomb-Hood attended the Tonbridge School and the Slade School where he was awarded the Poynter Prize. He also studied under J. P. Laurens in Paris. In addition to portrait paintings Jacomb-Hood was a prolific book and periodical illustrator. He worked for The Illustrated London News, Black & White, Daily Chronicle, and The Quarto. Between 1896 and 1911 Jacomb-Hood worked almost exclusively for The Graphic as a travel illustrator in Greece, 1896, and in India during the Prince of Wales’s tour, 1905-1906. Jacomb-Hood also travelled to Holland during the Second Anglo-Boer War to conduct research for Haggard's Lysbeth, A Tale of The Dutch, published in The Graphic between 1 September 1900 and March 1901. Like Haggard, he supported the English cause in South Africa but most people he encountered in the Netherlands felt differently. In his autobiography With Brush and Pencil (1925) Jacomb-Hood describes Holland as, "not a comfortable country for an Englishman" at this time (139). He recalls, "I had to pocket some insults and to shut my eyes to horrible cartoons and postcards in the shop windows, of our poor Queen suffering all sorts of indignities, and of the British lion, bandaged and patched, and looking very sorry for himself" (139). He exhibited at the Royal Academy, New English Art Club, Royal Society of British Artists, Royal Society of Painters & Etchers, Royal Institute of Oil Painters, and Grosvenor Gallery. Jacomb-Hood was a member of Royal Society of British Artists, Royal Society of Painter-Etchers and Engravers, the Society of Portrait Painters, Royal Institute of Oil Painters, Royal British Colonial Society of Artists, the Chelsea Arts Club, and New English Art Club. He was elected MVO in 1912. Jacomb-Hood married the daughter of baron de Hochepied Larpent in 1910. He died in London 11 December 1929.
Further Reading
Blackett-Ord, Carol. "George Percy Jacomb-Hood." National Portrait Gallery. Web. 16 Oct. 2013.
Houfe, Simon. “Hood, George Percy Jacomb- MVO 1857-1929.” The Dictionary of British Book Illustrators and Caricaturists 1800-1914. Woodbridge, Suffolk: Antique Collectors’ Club, 1981. 343. Print.
Jacomb-Hood, G. P.. With Brush and Pencil. London: John Murray, 1925. Print.
Waters, Grant M.. “Jacomb-Hood, George Percy, R.B.A., R.E., R.O.I., R.B.C., N.E.A.C. (1857–1929).” Dictionary of British Artists Working 1900- 1950. Eastbourne: Eastbourne Fine Art, 1975. 179. Print.
Illustration archive
Illustrations by G. P. Jacomb Hood
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Behold!... the pair of them had gone headlong into the canal.
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
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Heedless of their bullets, Hans the pilot rose to his feet again.
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
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'I will show you how a gentleman treats dogs!'
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
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There, beneath the light of the guttering candles, they knelt.
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
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The white and terrified face of—Elsa Brant.
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
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Thus... it was that Adrian first saw... Elsa Brant.
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
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Two men... bursting through the barrier of flaming wood.
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'You waste time, excellency. What do you want?'
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Van de Werff called to his horse, and the grey began to gain. Montalvo lashed the black stallion, and once more they passed him. But the black was failing, and he saw it, for Lysbeth heard him curse in Spanish
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1605
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In another minute they had passed down the stairs
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1606
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So there, beneath the light of the guttering candles, they knelt side by side while Brant, speaking for both of them, offered up a prayer
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1608
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Dirk heard, and his ruddy face turned ashen grey. 'Cousin,' he replied, 'you seek of me the one thing which I must not give...without you, here I pay you back in your own words—I cannot, I cannot, I cannot'
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1609
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Lysbeth sat up in the bed and looked at the gaunt, powerful form, the deep-set grey eyes, the wide-spread nostrils, the scarred, high cheek-bones, the teeth made prominent by some devil’s work upon the lips
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1610
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Martin seemed to catch them round the middle, and behold! in another second the pair of them had gone headlong into the canal which ran down the middle of the street
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1611
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Martin had dealt his assailant such a blow upon the arm that the poniard jarred from his grasp
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1613
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At the threshold Foy turned to look at Hendrik Brant. He was standing by the table, the light shining full upon his pale face and grizzled head, about which it seemed to cast a halo
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1615
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The hero Adrian, overthrower of robbers, looked at the kneeling Elsa, and knew that she was lovely, as, under the circumstances, was right and fitting, and the rescued Elsa, gazing at the hero Adrian, admitted to herself that he was handsome
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1612
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Seated in a straight-backed chair, Montalvo saw a draped form. There was something forbidding, something almost unnatural, in the aspect of this form perched thus upon a chair in expectant silence
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1607
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Men appeared upon the bank, calling to know who dared to move the boats without leave
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1616
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Seated by the side of the bed, looking wonderfully sweet in the lamplight, which cast shadows from the curling hair about her brows on to the delicate face beneath, was Elsa Brant
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1617
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'It is—it is—love,' and he sank upon his knees before her, where, she could not noticing, he looked very handsome in the subdued light of the room, with his upturned face blanched by sickness, and his southern glowing eyes
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1618
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The doors were thrown open and a man—he was an executioner—came out carrying a sword in one hand and a bunch of keys on a salver in the other
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1619
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The monk bowed, and producing several folios of manuscript, laid them on the table, together with an ink-horn and a pen. 'Very well. And now, my young friend, be so good as to sign there, at the foot of the writing'
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1620
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Half a minute later two men bearing naked swords in their hands might be seen bursting through the barrier of flaming wood
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1621
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Foy’s long dagger went through the porter’s throat. A glance showed Foy that from him there was nothing more to fear, so he turned. 'Help if you can,' groaned Martin, as well he might
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 62, no. 1622
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Dirk locked his wife in his arms in a long, last embrace
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1623
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After him came the mob, and then began one of the finest man-hunts that was ever known in Leyden
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1624
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Men turned to see standing above them in the great pulpit of the church, a fierce-eyed, yellow-toothed hag, grey-haired, skinny-armed, and behind her two other women, each of whom held a torch in her left hand
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1625
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Elsa hung back at its ill-omened threshold. She even tried to struggle a little, poor girl
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1626
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When they reached the room below the bride was already there. Gripped on either side by Black Meg and the other woman, white as death and trembling, but still defiant, stood Elsa
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1627
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'Look out, Foy, she’s coming to herself.' Then someone poured wine down her throat, whereupon, unable to bear this bewilderment any longer, Elsa sat up and opened her eyes wide, to see before her Foy, and none other than Foy in the flesh
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1628
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It was all over in a minute, but before it was done there were five men down, three dead and two sore wounded
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1629
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Axe in hand rose the strange and dreadful figure of a naked, skeleton-like woman covered with mud and green weeds, and bleeding from great wounds in the back and sides. There it stood, shaking an axe at the terror-stricken Spaniards
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1630
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That very night, Foy came, and with him Red Martin, his great sword Silence still strapped about his middle
Lysbeth, A Tale of the Dutch
The Graphic, vol. 63, no. 1631