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Dublin Morn. Register 8 Nov. 2/2: Two Peelers [...] declared [...] that ‘since they put on green jackets (the costume of the Peelers) their nearest friends became their enemies!’.at peeler, n.2
Dublin Morn. Register 8 Nov. 2/2: Two Peelers [...] declared [...] that ‘since they put on green jackets (the costume of the Peelers) their nearest friends became their enemies!’. Dublin Morn. Register 8 Dec. 3/4: Heigh ho! said Rowley. But this frog got a rib roasting in a trice.at rib roast, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 1 Oct. 3/2: The verses from Magdalen are very maudlin productions indeed; they are blank blank, nothing but blank.at blank, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 27 Dec. 3/3: ‘[Y]ou’re a parcel rascally Sack-’em-ups, and ’'ll be bound you have the body of some poor dead cratur in the coach—shame upon you, for surgeons, that you wouldn’t let the dead rest on a blessed Christmas night!’.at sack ’em up (man) (n.) under sack, v.
Dublin Morn. Register 21 Aug. 3/3: My beautiful bow window he has knocked into smithereens [...] He was drunk as a piper.at drunk as (a)..., adj.
Dublin Morn. Register 13 Aug. 4/3: D—n your old eye, if we thought you had known us last night we would have ‘put you to bed with a spade’.at put to bed with a shovel (v.) under bed, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 21 Aug. 3/3: My beautiful bow window he has knocked into smithereens.at smithereens, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 5 Aug. 2/4: So much for the English of this adept in bog Latin [...] This the ‘bookful blockhead’ takes to be right reasoning [etc.].at bog Latin, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 21 Apr. 4/1: St Giles’s, commanding [...] a very plentiful supply of rum and London porter. This singular race ofpeople delight to live upon suction in preference to solids.at suction, n.1
Dublin Morn. Register 22 Feb. 2/2: The Belgie deputation had their solemn audiences [...] when the King of the French delivered [...] his positive refusal of the crown of Belgium for the Duke of Nemours.at Belgie, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 3 Oct. 4/2: Please you, my Lord, I never said I’d ‘spifflicate’ her [...] It was her said she’d ‘spifflicate’ me.at spiflicate, v.
Dublin Morn. Register 14 Apr. 3/3: Their mother land [...] always had the coldness of a stepmother’s breath.at stepmother’s breath, n.
Dublin Morn. Register 19 Dec. 4/3: ‘Blow my dickey!’ exclaimed the commisary.at blow my dickey!, excl.
Dublin Morn. Register 19 Dec. 4/3: A new beak [...] said it should be ‘no go’.at no go, n.
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