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Oddities of London Life I 119: Here—(pulling out a piece of queer-looking composition and swallowing a bit)—ye see I’ve only to tak ane or twa sucks at this, an’ if I was as drunk as a piper, it wad mak me as sober as I was on Sunday evening. Oddities of London Life I 131: When I asked Mrs. Barr to pay for the winder, she told me to kiss the little boy’s—head’s antipodes! Oddities of London Life I 164: [He] has been the terror of the whole neighbourhood, from his chucking bits of bakkee pipes and other missle weapons, into people’s winders. Oddities of London Life 12: Prisoner—I don't vant to split, your vorship, [...] but if I did—it would be ‘all up your back,’ Bill. Oddities of London Life I 160: [T]he father only laughed, and swore that ‘no slap-bang seller should put a finger on his progeny’. Oddities of London Life I 156: [In Piccadilly] I was accosted by a stranger, who advised me to be very careful I was not picked up by some of the blacklegs who were prowling about. I retorted he was a blackleg for his trouble. Oddities of London Life I 48: ‘I vish I may go to blazes,’ says the lady, ‘if it [i.e. a task] ain't as right as a trivet’. Oddities of London Life I 112: ‘I’d adwise you, ’cause you looks so werry honest and so werry respectable, to take pity on the poor dumb dog and go and buy it a ha’porth of wittles.’ Vell, my lord, you see I naterally complied vith his demand, and vos valking avay vith it for to look for a prime bit of bowwow grub. Oddities of London Life I 37: ‘Vot I’ve said is true, an’ I’ll stick to it like bricks’. Oddities of London Life II 275: walker, a girlish-looking lad, with hair nicely parted and curled on both sides, splendidly adorned with ‘Brummagem’ jewellery. Oddities of London Life II 233: ‘How long is it, my good sir, [...] since you turned bull-nurse?’ The defendant said that he carried about the ‘chilthar’ to give them a little fresh air, and that his wife was too ill to attend to them. Oddities of London Life II 233: ‘I
wouldn’t acared about it if he didn't bull-nurse at the same time: he used for to carry that ere baby in one hand, while he swept up the mud’. Oddities of London Life I 22: DEFENDANT—‘The handerchief—’ COMPLAINANT—Don’t bullock me; it wasn’t sent, I say. DEFENDANT—Away! Oddities of London Life I 121: Mrs. Green seized me by the hair of my head, and took a hoath as she’d do my business the first opportunity. Oddities of London Life 5: The publican threatened
to smack their catastrophes, and the little
pleaders ran scared away. Oddities of London Life II 249: [T]he complainant began to fear that some fine morning herself and husband would be ‘catawompously chaw’d up’ by the defendants. Oddities of London Life I 178: I axed you to chop three bishops
for the Russian ambassador. Oddities of London Life I 98: ‘Vy, my lords and gemmen,’ said Coaly, ‘my reason is this here’. Oddities of London Life II 271: Two omnibuses were observed racing one
against the other, and the drivers lashing their
unfortunate cattle to keep them up to the collar. Oddities of London Life 11: I’ll go into this here good gemman’s crib and ax him for a ‘box’. Oddities of London Life I 55: [H]is blissful reveries were suddenly dispersed by a thundering kick on the crupper. Oddities of London Life II 268: ‘As for hurting my dickey,’ said the man, ‘by lettin him fall, the gemman's werry much mistaken’. Oddities of London Life I 58: Why you was tried last sessions at the Old Bailey, [...] for ‘starring a glaze,’ and got knocked down for seven-penn’orth. Oddities of London Life I 24: [W]e met Pat Welch, and so we stopped to have a drain and a spache about Ireland. Oddities of London Life II 269: The bench having expressed a wish to see the
animal, the long-eared gentleman trotted into the
office. Oddities of London Life I 150: The difficulty of obtaining a direct answer from an "Emeralder" has often before been noticed. [...] The bench is frequently puzzled to get an answer from an Irish witness . Oddities of London Life II 213: [S]he [i.e. a scullery-maid] had taken ‘Curly Tom,’ a young man who went out with a market-gardener’s cart sometimes, as her ‘fancy’. Oddities of London Life II 289: ‘Maty I ain't got no “tin,” take my new tile and go and shove it up the flue for a bob’. Oddities of London Life I 46: Two of that once-celebrated fraternity, known as ‘flying dustmen,’ were charged with having emptied a dusthole in Frith-street, without leave or licence of the contractor. The worthies [...] were not unknown in Old Bailey annals, and in the palmy days of dust-prigging, fearlessly encountered the perils of Tothillfields and the treadmill, in pursuit of their unlawful vocation. Oddities of London Life I 204: The boy [...] whispered to the gaoler ‘they arn’t a going to “fully” me, are they?’ ‘You are knocked down for three pennerth at the mill, and no mistake,’ answered the gaoler.