Quakesome

At street corners after dark in the West End, and up courts in the City, may be heard the hoarse cornet à piston, the quakesome flute, and eke the twanging harp, in trinity of dissonance; [...]

'Ere 's me, look 'ee, trimming them borders, Sergeant, so 'appy-'earted as any bird, and all at once I falls to coldsome, quakesome shivers, my 'eart jumps into my jaws, my knees knocks an' trembles horrorsome-like, an' I sweats — "