Chapter Golightly to Gooseberry Pie of G by Brewer's Readers Handbook

Haroun-al-Raschid, Louis XI., Peter “the Great,” etc., made similar visits in disguise, for the sake of obtaining information by personal inspection.

Goodman Grist, the miller, a friend of the smugglers.—Sir W. Scott: Redgauntlet (time, George III.).

Goodman’s Fields, Whitechapel, London. So called from a large farmer of the name of Goodman.

At this farm I myself in my youth have fetched many a ha’p’orth of milk, and never had less than three alepints in summer and one in winter, always hot from the kine, and strained. One Trolop and afterward Goodman was the farmer there, and had thirty or forty kine to the pail.—Stow: Survey of London (1598).

Goodricke (Mr.), a Catholic priest at Middlemas.—Sir W. Scott: The Surgeon’s Daughter (time, George II.).

Goodsire (Johnnie), a weaver, near Charles’s Hope farm.—Sir W. Scott: Guy Mannering (time, George II.).

Goodwill, a man who had acquired £10,000 by trade, and wished to give his daughter Lucy in marriage to one of his relations, in order to keep the money in the family; but Lucy would not have any one of the boobies, and made choice instead of a strapping footman. Goodwill had the good sense to approve of the choice.—Fielding: The Virgin Unmasked.

Goody Blake, a poor old woman detected by Harry Gill picking up sticks from his farm-land. (See Gill, Harry.)

Goody Palsgrave, a name of contempt given to Frederick V. elector palatine. He is also called the “Snow-King” and the “Winter King,” because the protestants made him king of Bohemia in the autumn of 1619, and he was set aside in the autumn of 1620.

Goody Two-shoes, a nursery tale by Oliver Goldsmith, written in 1765 for Newbery, St. Paul’s Churchyard. The second title is Mrs. Margery Two-shoes.

Goose Gibbie, a half-witted lad, first entrusted to “keep the turkeys,” but afterwards “advanced to the more important office of minding the cows.”—Sir W. Scott: Old Mortality (time, Charles II.).

Gooseberry Pie, a mock pindaric ode by Southey (1799).

O Jane, with truth I praise thy pie,
And will not you in just reply
Praise my pindaric ode?