September 14th, 1699, I observed a close ploughing up in Leicestershir — Trumpery

"—an a dogs skin over be the table, an the floor was painted brown about three fut all round the walls. There was pieces o windy curtain over the backs o the chairs; there was a big fern growin in an ould drainpipe in the corner; there was an ould straw hat o Johns stuffed full o flowers an it hangin on the wall, an here an there, all round it an beside it were picters cut from the papers an then tacked on the plaster. Ye could hardly see the mantelshelf, Jane allowed, for all the trumpery was piled on it, dinglum-danglums of glass an chaney, an shells from the say, an a sampler stuck in a frame, an in the middle of all a picter of Hannah herself got up in all her finery."

"Wheat, Barley, and Oats may be very expeditiously cleaned in great Perfection. When all the Barley is... screened, it is ready to put into Sacks for Market; but, in case some Seeds of Darnel should be left among the Barley, as if often happens, because these Seeds are so near the Bigness of a Barley-Corn, that they cannot be easily separated, it is not of great Importance or Damage to the Barley; for that this Seed is of such a Nature, as to add a Strength to the Liquor, and make the Beer or Ale, brewed from such Malt, the more potent. But the main Matter is to free it off its Ails and Tails; for, if these are left, in any Quantity, among the Barley, there will a lower Price be bid for it, than others that are free from such Trumpery. It is this that makes the Cleaners of Barley oftentimes walk on the thrashed Barley, to tread on and break oft these Ails; and sometimes neither Thrashing nor Treading will thoroughly break off these Ails enough to make the Parcel intirely clear of them. One Man will sometimes thrash and clean six or eight Bushels of Barley in one Day..."

"I give the story as I heard it, my lady, but be dazed if I believe in such trumpery behaviour of the folks in the sky, nor anything else thats said about em."

"The laird was delighted to see the haste and heartiness with which the leddy was resolved to consummate the match; but he said— "Do as ye like, leddy—do as ye like; but Ill no coom [dirty] my fingers wi meddling in ony sic project. The wark be a your ain." Surely neither you nor that unreverend and misleart trumphy your wife, our Meg, would refuse to be present at the occasion?" Deed, leddy, Im unco sweert; Ill no deny that," replied Dirdumwhamle. "If it is to take place this day, and in this house, gudeman, Im sure it will be ill put on blateness, on both your part and mine, no to be present," said Mrs Milrookit."

"We have seen that the n ideal of government and the American ideal cannot exist together in the world and that the Prussian ideal is of necessity vicious in its nature and degrading in its effects. ...We fight not to avenge the Lusitania, not to rebuild Louvain, not to exact reparation for murdered women and children. We fight to slay the government which taught its people to commit such damnable atrocities. We fight that never again may a great nation with cynical insolence throw in the face of the world the base assertions that treaties are scraps of paper, that necessity knows no law, that might is the right of the strongest, and that the State can do no wrong. We fight to hurl the Hohenzollern and his dangerous doctrine of divine right upon the scrap-heap of useless trumpery, and to set the German people in his place, that they may learn to rule themselves."

"Old St. Pauls was one of the largest churches in Europe... The church in the fourteenth century was not regarded only as a place for public worship. Masses and services of all kinds were going on all day long: the place was bright, not only with the sunlight streaming through the painted glass, but with wax tapers burning before many a shrine—at some, all day and all night. People came to the church to walk about, for rest, for conversation, for the transaction of business—to make or receive payments: to hire servants. The middle aisle of the church where all this was done was called Pauls Walk or Duke Humphreys Walk. Here were tables where twelve licensed scribes sat writing letters for those who wanted their services. They would also prepare a lease, a deed, a conveyance—any legal document. The church was filled with tombs and monuments, some of these very ancient, some of the greatest interest. Here was one called the tomb of Duke Humphrey—, who was really buried at St. Albans. On May Day the watermen used to come to St. Pauls in order to sprinkle water and strew herbs upon this tomb—I know not why. Those who were out of work and went dinnerless were said to dine with Duke Humphrey: and there was a proverb—Trash and trumpery is the way to Duke Humphrey. Trumpery being used in its original meaning—tromperie—deceit."