A choice cut next to the PORTERHOUSE.
1832. Each separate particle becomes endowed with a distinct life, and a keener sensibility to pain: and the portions which had composed the body, scattered probably thousands of miles apart—a finger here, a rib there, a slice of the tender loin somewhere else—are allowed no rest until they search each other out, and re-unite in their former shape: a business which cannot require less than many centuries of crawling to accomplish.—‘Memoirs of a Nullifier,’ p. 48 (Columbia, S.C.).
1851. To lie on a warm rug, to lick a lady’s hand, to eat crackers, to be fed on tender l’ine, to ride out in a carriage, to be patted by a gentle hand, to have your part taken in all quarrels, to pay nothing for board, washing, light, fuel—that’s being treated like a dog.—Knick. Mag., xxxvii. 68 (Jan.).
1883. Feather-beds are hard and tenderloin steaks are tough behind iron gratings, and the kindest and most liberal commissary never satisfied prisoners.—‘Southern Hist. Soc. Papers,’ xi. 84 (Richmond, Va.).
