At page 99: "Supped, lay down on the floor in absolute _meltiness away_, and then came to bed." "When I went on, I was all but tumbling down at the sight of my Jaffier, who looked like the apothecary in Romeo and Juliet, with the addition of some _devilish_ red slashes along his thighs and arms," p. 107. "Away _walloped_ the four horses," &c. p. 131. "How they did _wallop_ and shamble about," &c. p. 149. "Now I'll go to bed; my cough's enough to kill a _horse_," p. 153. "Heaven bless the world, for a _conglomerated amalgamation_ of fools," p. 190. "He talked an amazing quantity of _thickish_ philosophy, and moral and sentimental _potter_." In truth, "_potter_" and "_pottering_," seem to be favorites equally with _daudling_, and she as frequently makes use of them. For instance, "He sat down, and _pottered_ a little," p. 58. They "took snuff, eat cakes, and _pottered_ a deal," p. 182. "After dinner _pottered_ about clothes," &c. p. 220. "Sat stitching and _pottering_ an infinity," p. 230--and many other varieties of the same word. But of the infinite number of literary novelties of this sort, it would be impossible, within the limits we have prescribed to ourselves, to give more than a few specimens. We will take two or three more at random: "My feet got so perished with the cold, that I didn't know what to do," p. 230. "He was most exceedingly odd and _dauldrumish_. I think he was a little '_how come'd you so indeed_.'" p. 195; "yesterday began like May, with flowers and sun-shine, it ended like December, with the _sulks_, and a fit of crying. The former were furnished me by my friends and Heaven, the latter by myself and the _d----l_." p. 198. "At six o'clock, D---- roused me; and _grumpily_ enough I arose." _1b._ "At one o'clock, came home, having danced myself fairly off my legs." p. 227.