bleater

And he couldn't tell her because that would mark him a blubber-baby, bleater, babblemouth.

Some bleater insult the cut of your trousers?"

"One bleater speaking of other bleaters," Claude said, and laughed aloud at his own wit.

They are graven in the memory; they are on the Bleater's file.

I suspect Woodsy and Bleater are both illegal downloaders.

"Silly little bleater!

You understand, you witless bleater?"

There was no sense in complaining - was he a bleater, to whine because the grease in the sausages was off?

After giving him time for reflection, the Bleater's London Correspondent says, "Once more, John, let me put a question to you.

He accuses them on the unimpeachable faith of the London Correspondent of the Tattlesnivel Bleater.

For, all these are intimately known to the London Correspondent of the Tattlesnivel Bleater, and all these deceive him.

The Bleater's London Correspondent is not merely acquainted with all the eminent writers, but is in possession of the secrets of their souls.

Show me one taxpayer bleater who actually has a Certificate for even ONE SHARE.

The Bleater's London Correspondent retorts, with the caution such a man is bound to use, "John, think again; say nothing to me rashly; is there any temper here?"

A little time ago the Bleater's London Correspondent had this passage: "Boddleboy is pianoforte playing at St. Januarius's Gallery, with pretty tolerable success!

In order to discipline myself, I decided to try calling in deer, using a doe bleater and a grunt tube, a device you blow into to imitate the vocalization of a lusty buck.

In particular, the feelings of the vicar's family were outraged; and a Local Organ (say, the Tattlesnivel Bleater) consequently doomed the said piece to everlasting oblivion, as being of an "injurious tendency!"

The Bleater's London Correspondent, in the prosecution of his important inquiries, goes down to Windsor, sends in his card, has a confidential interview with her Majesty and the illustrious Prince Consort.

The Bleater's London Correspondent, probably beginning to suspect the existence of a plot against him, has recently fallen on a new style, which, as being very difficult to countermine, may necessitate the organisation of a new conspiracy.

On the very day of the publication of that number of the Bleater--the malignity of the conspirators being even manifested in the selection of the day--Lord John Russell takes the Foreign Office!

Leal and loyal as it is the proud vaunt of the Bleater's readers, one and all, to be, the inhabitant who pens this exposure does not personally impeach, either her Majesty the queen, or the illustrious Prince Consort.

The Bleater's London Correspondent knows what his circumstances are, what his savings are (if any), who his creditors are, all about his children and relations, and (in general, before his body is cold) describes his will.

Because her Majesty and the Prince Consort are artfully induced to change their minds, from north to south, from east to west, immediately after it is known to the conspirators that they have put themselves in communication with the Bleater's London Correspondent.

Or Tattlesnivel (its idle Rifles piled in its scouted streets) may be seen ere long, advancing with its Bleater to the foot of the Throne, and demanding redress for this conspiracy, from the orbed and sceptred hands of Majesty itself!