Herman Melville (1857), chapter 2, in The Confidence-Man, page 10: “…there was no lack of variety. Natives of all sorts, and foreigners; men of business and men of pleasure;…teetotalers and convivialists…”

In the meane time it chaunced, that Marcus Papyrius ſtroke one of the Galles on the heade with his ſtaffe, because he preſumed to ſtroke his bearde: with whiche iniurie the Gaulle beeing prouoked, ſlue Papyrius (as he ſate) with hys ſworde, and therewith the ſlaughter being begun with one, all the reſidue of thoſe auncient fatherly men as they ſat in theyr Chayres were ſlaine and cruelly murthered.

[T]he sun was in its greatest splendor, and the air was absolutely translucent. The lake and the mountains sprang out, sharp and clear.

The Leaves infuſed or boyled in Oyl Omphacine, or unripe Olives ſet in the Sun for certain daies, or the green Leaves ſufficiently boyled in the said Oyl, is made an excellent green Balſom, not only for green and freſh Wounds, but alſo for old and inveterate Ulcers, […]