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‘Sentimental Journey from Islington to Waterloo’ Works (1862) I 35: There passed however a young gentleman in very tight trotter-cases, but whilst his feet gave evident signs of suffering, I observed that his countenance was calm. ‘Ode to Mr Graham’ Works (1862) I 151: For God’s sake do not cant / The cork away – unless you want / To brain your friends below. ‘Last Man’ Works
(1862) I 245: The beggar man made a mumping face, / And knock’d at every gate. ‘Last Man’ Works (1862) I 241: ‘Come down,’ says he, ‘you Newgate-bird, / And have a taste of my snaps!’. ‘Last Man’ Works (1862) I 242: I did not like that strange beggar man, / He look’d so up at the heavens. / Anon he shook out his empty poke; / ‘There’s the crumbs,’ saith he, ‘for the ravens!’. ‘Last Man’ Works (1862) I 242: But, whenever it came to his turn to pull, / ‘Your leave, good Sir, I must ask; / But I always wipe the brim with my sleeve, / When a hangman sups at my flask!’. ‘Last Man’ Works (1862) I 243: The folks were all stone-asleep. ‘True Story’ Works (1862) I 311: But Hunks still ask’d to see the tooth, And swore by gum! he had not drawn it. ‘A Sailor’s Apology for Bow-legs’ Works (1862) I 320: And there’s my timbers straining [...] And her tarnation hull a-growing rounder. ‘Epping Hunt’ Works (1862) II 310: Some long-eared jacks, some knacker’s hacks. ‘Epping Hunt’ Works (1862) II 307: The seventh, in a Sluice-house box / He took his pipe and pot. ‘God and Magog’ Works (1862) II 334: So hungry is my maw, / Give me an Alderman in chains, / And I will eat him raw! ‘Gog and Magog’ Works (1862) II 334: So hungry is my maw, / Give me an Alderman in chains, / And I will eat him raw! ‘Sonnet’ Works (1862) II 360: I thrilled when lollipops were hawked about; / How pleased to compass hard-bake or bull’s-eye. ‘Ode to Joseph Hume’ Works (1862) II 375: No one but a nincum [...] Would furnish such wide trousers to the Sailors. ‘Ode to Admiral Gambier’ Works (1862) II 431: To strip the Isle of Rum of all its punch [...] Or doom – to suit your milk and water view – / The Isle of Skye to nothing but sky-blue! ‘Ode to Admiral Gambier’ Works (1862) II 431: Who would cut a man because he’s cut? ‘A Public Dinner’ Works (1862) II 421: You then make a cut on / Some Lamb big as Mutton; / And ask for some grass. ‘Ode to Admiral Gambier’ Works (1862) II 431: Gin may be low – but I have known low-water! ‘A Public Dinner’ Works
(1862) II 419: At seven, you just nick it, / Give card – get wine ticket. ‘A Charity Sermon’ Works (1862) II 426: I let my very old (condemn’d) house to a man, at a rent that was shockingly low. ‘Ode to Admiral Gambier’ Works (1862) II 432: A man may like a stiff ’un, / And yet not be a Burke! ‘China-Mender’ Works (1862) II 435: It was all through Mr. Lambert : but for certain he was winey. ‘Tylney Hall’ in Works (1862) III 378: Not that Brown Bess [...] unless you contemplate a campaign on the continent. Take my single gun. ‘Tylney Hall’ in Works (1862) III 345: None of your clack, madam. ‘Tylney Hall’ Works (1862) III 240: I always broke slapdash through his guard. ‘Tylney Hall’ Works (1862) III 349: His livery’s dish’d and done for! ‘Tylney Hall’ in Works (1862) III 172: ‘Never fash yourself, Tibbie,’ said the Mistress, ‘wi’ the likes – you’re no at Glencosie.’. ‘Tylney Hall’ Works (1862) III 345: ‘Stop those two bottles,’ [...] he pointed to a couple of long-necked fizzlers. ‘Tylney Hall’ Works (1862) III 215: He’ll have to sport goggles afore he’s twenty-one.