I knew the expression of honest Yest's hat out of all the street-throng.

And here, too, was scored a letter of the alphabet, a plain 'Y', and would have passed for nothing more perhaps to any not born in Moonfleet; but to me it was the cross-pall, or black 'Y' of the Mohunes, under whose shadow we were all brought up.

Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest, Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.