Mournival

Before George, there's not enough to rig out a Mournival of VVhores: they'l think me grown a meer Curmudgeon. Mercy on me, how will this glorious Trade be carri'd on, with ſuch a miſerable Stock!

It was, as we shall have occasion to emphasize, not an accidental circumstance that the terror-novel was in the fullest flush of popularity during the seventeen-nineties, and it was also in this decade that Mrs. Radcliffe wrote and published her most characteristic works, A Sicilian Romance, 1790; The Romance of the Forest, 1791; The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1794; and The Italian, or, The Confessional of the Black Penitents, 1797, a mournival of Gothic masterpieces.

“[…] And there are those two girls to provide for. Isabella, Isabella—I always think of them as half a mournival of Isabellas—but what the deuce are their other names?” “Isabella Lees and Isabella Brownwood,” said Thomas.

Four plumbers came by a little while ago, looked at the leaks, and left to go to lunch. I guess, lacking a penis, that I'm not qualified to note that, yes indeedy, there is a leak from the ceiling in the lab. Or, perhaps, they it^([sic]) would take a mournival of manly men to keep lil' ole' me from panicking. They milled around in the hall for a minute, told me they's be back, and left.

The Emperor, flanked by his Custodes, and Horus along with his Mournival of captains teleported onto the ship, but were scattered across the vast command decks by sinister magicks.