1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 494: ‘Here, lassie!’ cried he, to a little girl, who was frying a dish of bubble-and-squeak at the fire.at bubble and squeak, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 249: The party submitting is called a ‘good landlord’ (which in too many instances only means a great fool) until some other favour is refused [...] and he sinks into a ‘rank bad ’un’.at bad ’un (n.) under bad, adj.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 19: He would beat about the bush a little longer. It was very pleasant sport.at beat about the bush (v.) under beat, v.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 186: ‘Ah, you beauties!’ exclaimed the Major again cracking his whip.at beauty, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 269: I have been at the chasse of de small dicky-bird – tom-tit – cock-robin.at dicky-bird, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 266: He dressed the sportsman, too, most assiduously, bird’s-eye cravats, step-collared striped vests.at bird’s eye, n.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 316: He then directed his blarney to Billy. ‘Oh, dear, he was sorry to hear he’d been ill!’.at blarney, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 291: I have left my blont, my tin, in my oder trousers pockets.at blunt, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 287: ‘Ah, Monsieur! comment vous portez-vous?’ ‘Pretty bobbish, I tenk you, sare.’.at bobbish, adj.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 219: Harriers are only for bottle-nosed old gentlemen with gouty shoes.at bottlenosed, adj.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 253: The bulk of his plate was ‘Brummagem’ ware – and not silver.at Brummagem, adj.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 432: That old buffer said I had no business at Marshfield. Dom the old man.at buffer, n.3
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 285: It is going to be a bumper meet, for the foxes are famous.at bumper, adj.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 371: Stop till I gets off dis birdliming field, and I’ll give you de go-bye, Cuddy, old cock.at give someone/something the go-by (v.) under go-by, n.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 264: They were better than nothing, and often formed receptacles for sly cabby’s, or postboys.at cabby, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 23: He knew not how soon his charmer and he might part, and as yet he had not even ascertained her locality.at charmer, n.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 266: His cheesy hat well down on his nose, with his stout, well-cleaned doe-skin gloves.at cheesy, adj.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 332: Then as they sugared and flavoured their tumblers, they chewed the cud of Sir Moses’s eloquence.at chew the cud, v.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 472: Whatever sport the hounds had – and of course they would have a clipper – we can answer for it Mr. Pringle had a capital run.at clipper, n.2
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 455: ‘Coming it strong,’ thought the Major, who had never been called illustrious before.at come it strong (v.) under come it, v.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 184: All of which Billy received with the most provoking indifference, making the Major wish he mightn’t be a regular crasher, who cared for nothing but riding.at crasher, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 407: So with compliments to Billy, and muttered ‘cusses’ at Luff, they trotted down Oxclose Lane.at cuss, n.2
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 439: ‘Humph!’ grunted Sir Moses, ‘that’s a cut at Mr. Findlater.’.at cut, n.1
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 241: Still Jacky was reckoned a cute fellow among his compatriots.at cute, adj.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 369: If ever I joke with any man under the rank of a duke again, may I be capitally D’d.at D, v.
1858 R.S. Surtees Ask Mamma 226: I’ll mount you on the Tuesday – dom’d if I won’t – and that’ll make it all right.at damn, v.