Divines […] are chosen as the ministers of mercy, and the great reconcilers of the world[…]

Every theatre had it's footman's gallery: […] they guzzled, devoured, debauched, cheated, played cards, bullied visitors for vails: […]

The kief, which is the flower and seeds of the plant, is the strongest, and a pipe of it half the size of a common English tobacco-pipe, is sufficient to intoxicate.

Well, technically, a Jam is a working-class Brexit voter who feels alienated by the creeping march of globalisation.