1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 239: But ‘all Lombard Street to a China orange,’ there are few of my readers who have come across a description of a Christmas Day in a barrack-room.at Lombard Street to a china orange, phr.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 270: The fellow whom I had disarmed thinking discretion the better part of valour was showing a leg to escape.at show a leg, v.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 175: [of a drunkard] [I]found Taylor roaring out ‘Willikin’s and his Din-er’ and what he called ‘Shamming Abraham’ properly!at sham abram, v.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 175: Let me go and ‘act the goat’ (another slang term for playing monkey tricks).at act the (giddy) goat, v.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 131: There are many men yet alive [...] whose ‘bacon has been saved’ by the old fellow.at save one’s bacon (v.) under bacon, n.1
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 94: ‘[D]on’t you be goin’ to the canteen, or Bagdaddin (all old soldiers know what that means—getting grog on the sly.at bagdad, v.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 98: [T]he reception the syce would get from old blue-light (the serjeant-major’s nickname) when he went for his rupee in the morning.at blue light, n.1
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 101: [I]t was small blame to a stronger-minded man than himself for being a little put ‘out of his cheek’ by the fascinations of the fiancée.at out of one’s cheek (adj.) under cheek, n.2
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 17: Their wonderful peformances which went under various denominations from ‘chin-music’ to ‘slack-jaw’.at chin music, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 142: And he would rub and whistle and sing, or spin some wonderful ‘cuffer’.at cuffer, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 93: ‘[A]nd she the finest girl in the north-west.’ ‘Is she railly now? [...] av she’s a dasher, I wont mind so muc’h.at dasher, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 182: [T]he various articles of which it was composed looked as rumpled [...] as if they had not passed through the hands of a dhoby.at dhobi, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 128: [T]he ‘clink,’ ‘the digger,’ ‘the corner shop’ or any of the thousand and-one names whereby the men designate the guard-room.at digger, n.3
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 104: A set of more unmitigated double-breasted jackeens never listed! at double-breasted (adj.) under double, adj.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 270: I caught the first man I could come at; hit him such a ‘dowse’ in the mouth as must have made him fancy a horse kicked him.at douse, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 57: [A] blooming damsel who had ventured from the lower regions to have a look at the dashing sergeant-major who was ‘a goin’ it’.at go it, v.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 114: [T]he chief wondered which of the griffs had performed the feat.at griffin, n.1
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 264: I saw Harry Helstone, a sergeant of ours [...] defending himself as best he could against no end of Jack sepoys!at jack, n.1
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 216: [She] had been told once by a sister with whom she had on one occasion got her jawing-tackle on board [...] to parade herself properly shaved for her inspection.at jawing-tackle, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 45: There was a legend in the regiment that he was the son, ‘on the left side of the blanket,’ of some great land-owner.at on the left side of the blanket (adj.) under left, adj.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 101: [He] just got off in time to escape being sent to the clink (which means, gentle reader, lock-up!) .at lockup, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 157: A young sprig of nobility wanting a charger bid a long price for the horse.at long, adj.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 183: There was only one in the troop who really thought the man ‘a little M you know’ .at M, adj.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 177: But the carpenter and the locksmith were too many for Larry, and he finally went to sleep.at too many, adj.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 269: ‘That accounts for the milk av the cocoanut,’ shouted Corporal Hennessy, ‘that’s why we got our grog this morning so early’.at milk in the coco(a)nut (n.) under milk, n.
1877 H. Hartigan Stray Leaves (1st ser.) 73: [T]hey began to feel a little in ‘Queer Street’.at in Queer Street under Queer Street, n.