This image is another from my image morgue that has no data attached. I could make several guesses about the artist — Robert Bell, Walter Crane, John Batten, etc—but they're only guesses.
I further guess that this subject may be Caliban, from Shakespeare's Tempest, half-man, half-beast. Referred to as a mooncalf, he is forced into servitude to Prospero.
In Act 3, Scene 2, Caliban intones these words:
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
A lovely speech by Caliban, but considering the context within the play, it was an odd choice for Kenneth Branagh to deliver within his context of the Olympic opening ceremony in London, with "absolutely no relationship" to Shakespeare or the Tempest.
As James Shapiro, a Columbia University English professor and expert on Shakespeare was quoted, "The lines are quite beautiful, and I guess they wanted to rip them out of context and talk about how magical a place the British Isles are . . . Why give him the lines Shakespeare wrote for a half-man, half-beast about to try to kill off an imperial innovator who took away his island? I don't know. You would probably have to ask the people who designed the opening Games ceremony what their thinking was."
Among other things, sez I.
Similar to an edifice in France, this authentic Egyptian pyramid has been relocated to the British countryside, brick by brick, in the 1700s. Unlike the one in France it is the entrance to a subterranean wonderland that stretches for kilometers. 
It's really a lovely haven to escape to when the need arises. Don't expect an awful lot of sunshine — in fact much of the time fog is heavy and lingers long into the day. There's a slight chill in the air, but balmy enough to skinny dip now and then. The castle itself is full of good fellowship and good food and the BEST German ale to be found. The library, oh, don't get me started on the library. Suffice to say one can be ensconced in there for days (and the hired help bring you a hefty sammich and some of that ale that you can sip in the lounge with your select volumes of lore). Exploration is encouraged and majestic, sometimes dangerous, but there is also an excellent medical facility—though the doctors may need to be rounded up, as they too are enjoying the splendors of the area. 
In Act 3, Scene 2, Caliban intones these words:
