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Diary in America 60: If any one will look back upon the commercial history of these last fifty years, he will perceive that the system of credit is always attended with a periodical blow-up; in England, perhaps once in twenty years; in America, once in from seven to ten. Diary in America II 232: In the Western States, where the racoon is plentiful, they use the abbreviation ‘coon’ when speaking of people. Diary in America II 224: I don’t feel at all good, this morning [DA]. Diary in America 1 Ser. II 227: He loves Sal, the worst kind [DA]. My Diary in America II 133: I don’t care two cents about seeing the President of the United States. My Diary in America I 79: Tyburnia and South Kensington: – I beg pardon again: – Westbournia and Albertopolis. My Diary in America I 133: Suddenly a ‘half-and-half’ French conductor put his head in at the car door, and exclaimed, ‘Dis is Point St. Charles.’. My Diary in America II 313: Tom and Jerry, private smiles, corpse revivers [...] with other professed ‘American drinks.’. My Diary in America 242: ‘Cousin Sally Ann.’ ‘It stands for Confederate States of America,’ the lady replied firmly. My Diary in America I 211: The sable ‘Aunty’ who would boast that she ‘brought her up’. My Diary in America II 235: [The] desire on the part of the English noblemen and gentlemen to become tapsters and slap-bang shopkeepers. My Diary in America 155: You can be shaved, or ‘barbed,’ as the locution is. My Diary in America II 165: You find no line-of-battleship matrons laid up in ordinary, so to speak, on settees. My Diary in America I 133: Five minute; we go dere as fast as beans. My Diary in America I 275: English chroniclers of small-beer tours. My Diary in America I 102: [The book] is perhaps cheap at a quarter of a dollar. I say to you, nevertheless [...] Don’t lay out the most insignificant ‘yellow-belly’ – the smallest change for a ‘greenback’ – on it. My Diary in America II 261: Sarytogy’s a big thing on dust, and that’s a fact. My Diary in America II 288: ‘Never!’ cried the drowning man. ‘Blarnation! Nary ticket. Cast me loose.’ He preferred a watery grave to the tyranny of the Camden and Amboy Railroad. My Diary in America II 32: The Boston ladies are very literary; some of them are really very learned, and a few may be blue. My Diary in America I 107: A sensation line, ‘Base Complicity of the Blue-noses’ – implying that the desperate act had been gotten up by the inhabitants of Halifax. My Diary in America II 38: I have plainly convicted them of simony; of a hereditary tendancy to passing Bogus notes. My Diary in America I 116: The ‘Green Mountain Boys,’ as the Vermonters are pleased to call themselves. My Diary in America II 273: To me a ‘dip in the Briny’ is about the most excruciating torture physically. My Diary in America II 116: The sovereign people claps its hands, shouts [...] or screams ‘Bully for you’. My Diary in America II 394: ‘Bust-head’ whisky, and ‘red-eye’ rum. My Diary in America I 224: [He] went away chuckling and rubbing his hands to think that he had given the moths the go-by. My Diary in America II 207: Very jovial citizen soldiers they are – not mere carpet knights, but distinguished as having been among the earliest to volunteer in this monstrous war. My Diary in America I 92: Mr. Clark doesn’t like rowdies; he abhors loafers; he has set his face against ‘hard cases’. My Diary in America I 227: I have been in scores of American hotels and lived in furnished lodgings, but fleas or bugs, or ‘chintzes’ [...] never assailed me. My Diary in America II 140: She was an abolitionist [...] one of the ‘clear grit,’ ‘Delenda est Carthago’ sort.