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Celia’s Arbour (1887) 284: Jack the Sailor, Joe the Marine, and the Boiled Lobster.at boiled (lobster) (n.) under boiled, adj.
Celia’s Arbour (1887) 284: Jack the Sailor, Joe the Marine, and the Boiled Lobster. By Celia’s Arbour III 52: The Lieutenant picked him up, and placed him – because he declined to stand; and, indeed, the claret was flowing freely – in the President’s arm chair.at claret, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 195: All Whitechapel should ring with it, and the Dials too, and Ratcliffe Highway.at Dials, the, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 190: Another dollop o’ that cold ham on the sideboard [...] would be very grateful.at dollop, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 183: Do you think I’d split upon a pal? Gar!at gar, n.1
By Celia’s Arbour I 80: We might run up and down the slopes or on the ramparts [...] without rebuke from the ‘Johnnies,’ the official guardians of the walls.at johnny, n.2
By Celia’s Arbour III 194: Take my advice and leg it.at leg it (v.) under leg, v.1
By Celia’s Arbour III 194: Good-night, matey.at matey, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 41: We went [...] into the gallery, where there were a dozen middies and young naval fellows.at middy, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 189: Lor! put a chap as that before Ben Caunt, and where’d he be in a pig’s whisper?at in a pig’s whisper (adv.) under pig’s whisper, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 185: Pro-fesh burglar. Cracker of cribs. That’s what I am.at profesh, n.
By Celia’s Arbour III 183: I do hope, guv’nor, as you won’t be scragged.at scrag, v.
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