Dearest Bretheren and Sisteren:

Dr. Ding courteously invites you to gaze upon the many fine and mystical offerings of Madame Talbot’s Victorian Lowbrow™. It is a decidedy bizarre place, not for the feeble of constitution, containing many gruesome and spectral offerings for your consumption. No, not the tubercular kind of consumption. My but you are rather a literal creature, aren’t you? No mind, gentle reader. Read on.

Suffering from phantasms due to sudden limb loss? Madame Talbot has wrought only the finest cure known to medical science!

Perhaps you merely require a slightly macabre dental daguerrotype to display in your medical chirurgery? Look no further.

Or perchance one of your loved ones is much aggrieved with melancholy humor and is in dire need of one of Madame Talbot’s handmade Mourning Dolls? Dr. Ding finds their visages quite agreeable, in a most distinctive and singularly dreadful way.

I must confess although I have no actual need for the occult curious featured by the good Madame, I find myself inexplicably drawn to them, as if by some unseen hand. You don’t suppose this supernatural phenomenon is borne qua the mighty aetheric powers of something like this do you? I must summon my Evil Manservant Jeebes at once and have him bring me the chequebook anon. Forthwith and posthaste!