1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 10: ‘I never did spend sich a pleasant day afore — never!’ [...] ‘It’s ralely bin a hout and houter!’.at out-and-outer, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 50: But they’re so wulgar, Bob, and call sich names / As quite the tag-rag of St. Giles’ shames.at rag, tag and bobtail, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 137: Well, old puff and blow! [...] What’s in the wind? Want to sell out?at puff and blow, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 15: My pockets, too, are picked! Yes — some clever ‘artist’ has drawn me while asleep!at artist, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 124: Tapping his breast [...] and puffing out his cheeks to indicate that his lungs were disordered. ‘What, bellows to mend?’ cried my accomplished patron.at bellows to mend under bellows, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 159: [He was] mounted on a roadster — his ‘bit ’o blood’ had been sent forward .at bit of blood (n.) under bit, n.1
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 4: No more shooting in the grass, mind! [...] or ve shall have the blades upon us agin.at blade, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 167: i’m in jolly good health and harty as a brick.at brickish (adj.) under brick, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 155: Watty was so good-humoured a fellow, that he could laugh at an Irish bull.at bull, n.2
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 81: His legs, indeed, became so slight, that many of his jocose companions amused themselves with striking at them with straws as he passed [...] ‘Whoy, Giles!’ remarked one of them, ‘thee calves ha' gone to grass, lad’.at calves gone to grass, phr.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 99: So he was dumb, silent and glum, as the small ‘chay’ he drew, / And ventured no replies / [...] ‘’Tis quite a fag, this “chay” to drag’.at chay, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 44: [He went] straight home — as he could, leaving his spouse (like many a deserted wife) soaking her clay, because he refused to support her !at moisten the clay (v.) under clay, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 1: The guns hasn’t got them thingummy ‘caps,’ but that's no matter, for cousin says them cocks won’t always fight.at that cock won’t fight under cock, n.3
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 4: Vell, I’m blowed if that [i.e. a fine] ain’t a cooler!at cooler, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 131: I’m precious krank with tacking.at crank, adj.1
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 3: O! crikey! — there’s a heap o’ birds.at crikey!, excl.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 1: Let me know by Jim if you can cut your stick as early as nine.at cut (one’s) stick(s), v.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 151: The cry of the whole crew was, that they were all going to Davy Jones’s locker.at go to Davy Jones’s locker (v.) under Davy Jones’s locker, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 17: ‘I was once in a cage myself,’ said his chum. ‘And what did they take you for?’ ‘Take me for? — for a lark.’ ‘Pretty Dickey!’ ‘Yes, I assure you, it was all dickey with me’.at dicky, adj.1
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 9: ‘Vot a rum cove that ’ere is,’ said Grubb. ‘Double stout, eh?’ [...] and certain it is, that, although the artist has [...] only given us a draught of the landlord, he was a subject sufficient for a butt!at double, adv.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 69: The hammer of the president rapped them to order, and ‘knocked down’ Sniggs for a song.at knock down, v.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 41: I tell you what, my lads, if I knew your master, I’d pull you up, and have you well dressed.at dress, v.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 134: He drew out a five-pound note! ‘Here, Wallis, tip him this flimsy!’.at flimsy, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 167: napps [...] as dun his dooty like a rig’lar flint.at flint, n.1
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 44: ‘You’re drunk — drunk, Sarah, drunk!’ ‘On’y a little elevated, Jack.’ ‘Elevated! — floor’d you mean.’ ‘Vell; vot’s the odds as long as you're happy?’.at floored, adj.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 65: Old Foozle was one of those who, having accumulated wealth, retire with their housekeepers to spend the remnant of their days in some suburban retreat.at foozle, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) : I hate all forriners —why don’t he go back to Frogland, and not come here.at Frogland (n.) under Frog, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 3: I say — vot are you about ? Don’t put the shot in afore the powder, you gaby!at gaby, n.
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 168: i think ive seed im a sarvin out svipes and blue ruin at the gin-spinners corner o’ [...] petticut lane [ibid.] 169: ven turnin’ round to look for the gin-spinner, blow me! sam, if i didn’t see the cove a-goin heels over head .at gin-spinner (n.) under gin, n.4
1838 ‘Alfred Crowquill’ Seymour’s Humourous Sketches (1866) 27: By Gog, you’ll be all over presently — don’t lay your hand on my scull.at gog, n.