There still were crowds and crowds
In beautiful bright bunches
All sleeping on the clouds.
From a constable's evidence:—
"In his attempt to arrest her she threw herself on the ground and tried to smack his face."—Weekly Dispatch.
The long arm of the law resents such presumptuous rivalry.
"ALL KINDS OF DEVILS MADE TO ORDER.
—— & ——, SHEFFIELD."—The Ironmonger.
This looks uncommonly like an offer to trade with the enemy.