But all the Parish see it plain, Since thou art in this pickle, Thou art an Independent quean, And lov'st a conventicle.

We are old fashiond people who drink tea at six, or not much later, and give cold mutton and pickle at nine, the good old hour.

1751 Feb. Smollett: Adventures of Peregrine Pickle, 4 vols.

My sister worked in a pickle-place over in Pennsy, and she lasted just two years, and then, galloping consumption, and" She snapped her fingers, her voice became husky.

Cadwallader, the misanthrope in Smollett's Peregrine Pickle (1751).

I lunch with Macmillan habitually, and he was in a terrible pickle about not having printed enough copies the other day.

So lordly Juan, damn'd to lasting fame, Went out a pickle, and came back the same.

I suppose you didn't like being caught in such a pickle, but don't get in the dumps about it.

Of these one was The Memoirs of a Lady of Quality, so oddly foisted by Smollett into the third volume of his Peregrine Pickle.

* * TABLE OF CONTENTS SCOTT, SIR WALTER (Continued) Quentin Durward Rob Roy Talisman SHELLEY, MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT Frankenstein SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP Arcadia SMOLLET, TOBIAS Roderick Random Peregrine Pickle STAËL, MME.

* * Peregrine Pickle "The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle," published in 1751, is the second of Smollett's novels.

* * Peregrine Pickle "The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle," published in 1751, is the second of Smollett's novels.

Sir Walter Scott describes him as "the savage and ferocious Pickle, who, besides his gross and base brutality towards Emilia, besides his ingratitude towards his uncle, and the savage propensity which he shows in the pleasure he takes to torment others by practical jokes, exhibits a low and un-gentlemanlike way of thinking, only one degree higher than that of Roderick Random."

If in "Peregrine Pickle" Smollett occasionally exhibits a tendency to secure variety by extravagant caricature, it is certain that in none of his works, and in none of those of any of his contemporaries, does a richer and more various crowd of personalities appeara crowd at once quaint and amusing, disgusting and contemptible.

In a certain county of England, bounded on one side by the sea, and at the distance of 100 miles from the metropolis, lived Gamaliel Pickle, Esq., the son of a London merchant, who, from small beginnings, had acquired a plentiful fortune.

On the death of his father, Mr. Pickle exerted all his capacity in business; but, encumbered by a certain indolence and sluggishness that prevailed over every interested consideration, he found himself at the end of fifteen years five thousand pounds worse than he was when he first took possession of his father's effects.

Here, then, Mr. Pickle fixed his habitation for life in the six and thirtieth year of his age; and before he had been three months settled, the indefatigable zeal of Miss Grizzle had arranged a match for her brother with a fair Miss Appleby, daughter of a gentleman who lived in the next parish.

Mr. Appleby at once visited Mr. Pickle, the marriage settlement was determined, and the day appointed for the wedding,to which everybody of any fashion in the neighbourhood was invited.

On Mrs. Pickle assuming the management of household affairs, Miss Grizzle directed her operations upon the Commodore, whom she was resolved to captivate and enslave, in spite of his well-known distrust of matrimony.

Mr. Pickle had early learnt the singular character of his neighbour Trunnion from a loquacious publican at whose house he was accustomed to call.

A few years later, when Mrs. Pickle decided to send Peregrine to a boarding-school, her husband not venturing to make the least objection, the Commodore interested himself so much in behalf of his favourite, as to fit him out at his own charge, and accompany him in person to the place of his destination.

Mr. Gamaliel Pickle heard them with a sort of phlegmatic satisfaction, and the child's mother observed that the truth was always exaggerated by schoolmasters.

Mrs. Pickle being by this time blessed with a daughter, her affection was otherwise engrossed.

He went directly to visit Mrs. Pickle, and desired she would permit him to take his godson under his own care.

The Skinners were the sort of people who find a use for cracked saucers and old cans and pickle jars and mustard boxes, and the place was littered with these.