Chapter Plornish to Pocket of P by Brewer's Readers Handbook

Po (Tom), a ghost. (Welsh, bo, “a hobgoblin.”)

He now would pass for spirit Po.
   —S. Butler: Hudibras, iii. 1(1678).

Pocahontas, daughter of Powhatan, an Indian chief of Virginia, who rescued captain John Smith when her father was on the point of killing him. She subsequently married John Rolfe, and was baptized under the name of Rebecca (1595–1617).—Old and New London, ii. 481 (1875).

Pochet (Madame), the French “Mrs. Gamp.”—Henri Monnier.

Pochi Danari [“the pennyless”]. So the Italians call Maximilian I. emperor of Germany (1459, 1493–1519).

Pocket (Mr. Matthew), a real scholar, educated at Harrow, and an honour-man at Cambridge, but, having married young, he had to take up the calling of “grinder” and literary fag for a living. Mr. Pocket, when annoyed, used to run his two hands into his hair, and seemed as if he intended to lift himself by it. His house was a hopeless muddle, the best meals and chief expense being in the kitchen. Pip was placed under his charge.

Mrs. Pocket [Belinda], daughter of a City knight, brought up to be an ornamental nonentity, helpless, shiftless, and useless. She was the mother of eight children, whom she allowed to “tumble up” as best they could, under the charge of her maid Flopson. Her husband, who was a poor gentleman, found life a very uphill work.

Herbert Pocket, son of Mr. Matthew Pocket, and an insurer of ships. He was a frank, easy young man, lithe and brisk, but not muscular. There was nothing mean or secretive about him. He was wonderfully hopeful, but had not the stuff to push his way into wealth. He was tall, slim, and pale; had a languor which showed itself even in his briskness; was most amiable, cheerful, and communicative. He called Pip “Handel,” because he had been a blacksmith, and Handel composed a piece of music entitled The Harmonious Blacksmith. Pip helped him to a partnership in an agency business; and when Pip lost his “expectations,” Herbert gave him a clerkship.

Sarah Pocket, sister of Matthew Pocket, a little dry, brown, corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut-shell, and a large mouth like a cat’s without the whiskers.—Dickens: Great Expectations (1860).