1830 W.H. Williams Wreck I iii: You bacon-fed four-foot-and-a half of farmhouse stupidity.at bacon-fed (adj.) under bacon, n.1
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck II ii: Depend upon it, miss, the men are all bad ’uns.at bad ’un (n.) under bad, adj.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck I iii: I don’t consider myself paid till I ha’ gotten the brass in my pocket.at brass, n.1
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck II i: You pauper-fed, ass-headed, bull-faced beadle, by what right or title do you and your gang of clodpoles intrude yourselves here?at clodpoll, n.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck I iii: Come along, Mr. Gogmagog [...] you’ll have the collywabbleums in your throttle.at collywobbles, n.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck II ii: Here’s a fleet of petticoats, and a fire-ship running down a loblolly-boy!at loblolly boy (n.) under loblolly, n.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck II ii: Have you seen anything of my rantipole husband, Mr. Amos, this afternoon?at rantipole, n.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck II ii: amos: Why don’t ’ee take ’em up? gog: There’s too many of them. But I’ll read the Riot Act [...] Here, here! I say, this won’t do; this is an unlawful assembly.at read the riot act (v.) under read, v.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck II ii: amos.: Why don’t ’ee take ’em up? gog.: There’s too many of them. But I’ll read the Riot Act.at take up, v.
1830 W.H. Williams Wreck I iii: Come along, Mr. Gogmagog [...] you’ll have the colelywabbleums in your throttle.at throttle, n.