Toss-pot

But I have known a great many, to whom theſe kind Words have been chang'd into the quite contrary, in leſs than three Months Time; and inſtead of pleaſant Jeſts at Table, Diſhes and Trenchers have flown about. The Husband, inſtead of my dear Soul, has been call'd Blockhead, Toſs-Pot, Swill-Tub; and the Wife, Sow, Fool, dirty Drab.

Between the hours at which the last toss-pot went by and the first sparrow shook himself, the silence in Casterbridge—barring the rare sound of the watchman—was broken in Elizabeth’s ear only by the time-piece in the bedroom ticking frantically against the clock on the stairs.