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N.Y. in Slices 44: Many of the roughest and most untamable specimens of these beings – who are first at a fray and ever ready for a feast or a frolic, a knock-down-and-drag-out – practise the social virtues with a sincerity. N.Y. in Slices 81: Some member of the party gets unusually boozy, or excited with his losses, and breaks up the concee’ in a grand row. N.Y. in Slices 43: While the B’hoy himself possesses many of the noble and truly manly attributes which go a-begging in genteel society, our Mose and Jakey and Sykesey of the stage are nothing more nor better than absolute and unmitigated ruffians. N.Y. in Slices 121: Finding our best black coat rather seedy at the elbows, our don’t-know-what-to-call-’ems grievously afflicted with ‘kneeholes,’ and our waistcoat minus several of its most important buttons. N.Y. in Slices 90: Something between a telescope and a pair of goggles is just now ‘the Cheshire’. N.Y. in Slices 41: Then here is the dainty cit, his boots so nicely black, and his shirt-bosom so unimpeachably white. N.Y. in Slices 14: He does not take you by storm – he uses no clap-trap – he despises all such vulgar auxiliaries. N.Y. in Slices 46: Lize [...] lowers her Bowery cut-water so as to present the smallest possible space to the atmosphere. N.Y. in Slices 54: Having made our will and got our life insured for a sum sufficient to keep our wife and family in comfortable circumstances after our departure, we are determined to have a dash at the Press. N.Y. in Slices 33: Our wife buys a new frock [...] which she is assured is the real French chintz, warranted fast colors, and which, after the first washing, looks like the fag-end of a consumptive rainbow. N.Y. in Slices 31: A gentleman belonging very decidedly to that interesting variety of the species Poodle known as ‘handsome men’. N.Y. in Slices 111: Did you ever go to a ball at Tammany Hall? [...] The season is now fast coming on for these grand flare-ups, and we shall have one at least every night. N.Y. in Slices 106: Not allow themselves to be seduced by grown men [...] to deal in dirty French Novels, and filthy Compositions of home manufacture. N.Y. in Slices 33: But the Peter Funk is the sublime of mercantile swindling the result of the commercial principle carried to its ultimates. [Ibid.] 34: You may find the red flag of Peter Funkism flying in Pearl-street and other ‘heavy’ quarters, where it is generally supposed that transactions are bona fide and dealers responsible. N.Y. in Slices 46: Calling with whip and voice upon his ‘crab’ to ‘go it or break a leg!’. N.Y. in Slices 31: That infernal red-headed lawyer has been here again! I’ll wring his neck one of these days, and send him travelling with his fiery head in his own green bag. N.Y. in Slices 26: The business of plucking the pigeons and ‘putting through’ the greenhorns is done by the ‘respectable’ members. N.Y. in Slices 44: The worst feature in the character of the B’hoy is his dissipation– his worst enemy the grog-shop, the three-cent cellar, or the liquor-grocery on the corner. N.Y. in Slices 45: If you would see the B’hoy, however, in his glory [...] you must see him taking a drive with his G’hal on the avenues. N.Y. in Slices 34: You may find the red flag of Peter Funkism flying in [...] ‘heavy’ quarters, where it is generally supposed that transactions are bona fide. N.Y. in Slices 120: I say, Jim! ain’t this high? Have yer salooned yer gal yet? N.Y. in Slices 78: Here [...] he allows himself to be importuned by ‘cotton’ mothers and fascinated by irresistible young Iadies. [...] Were there but one, he would be hooked in a fortnight – he is so good-natured. N.Y. in Slices 92: Come, ain’t you going to treat, old hoss! N.Y. in Slices 48: Ninetenths of these villains are red-hot politicians. N.Y. in Slices 44: Many a half-timid young man [...] has been confirmed in vicious courses by witnessing and contributing to the applauses with which the beastly exuberance of ‘Mose’ was received from the stage. N.Y. in Slices 45: A good strong ‘muss’ is the only safetyvalve through which can escape their immense exuberance of animal spirits. N.Y. in Slices 29: The spy finds no difficulty in leading a willing victim to the gambling-house, where he is scientifically plucked, and left to make his way to his hotel, a ruined, miserable man. N.Y. in Slices 81: A choice swig at the ‘poney’ – (all at the expense of the benevolent landlord!). N.Y. in Slices 102: Like monkeys and small-potato politicians, they have their appointed end. N.Y. in Slices 79: A straight-forward look into their eyes will cow them as instantaneously as it will any other impudent puppy.