Cuthbert Bede,
The further adventures of Mr. Verdant Green…
(1854)
“ Things to the eye grow queer and passing strange; All thoughts seem undefined—save one—to be alone! Smoke not—smoke not! "I know what you're thinking about, Giglamps," said Mr. Bouncer, as Charles Larkyns ceased his parody amid an approving clatter of glasses; "you were thinking of your first weed on the night of Small's quiet party: wer'nt you now, old feller? Ah, you've learnt to poke a smipe, beautiful, since then. Pet, here's your health. I'll give you a toast and sentiment, gentlemen. May the Gown give the Town a jolly good hiding!" ”
