Mason & Dixon, page 118
"Twenty-nine's Fell Shadow! O, inhospitably final year of any Pretense to Youth, its Dreams now, how wither'd away...tho' styl'd a Prime, yet bid'st thou Adieu to the Prime of Life!...There,- there, in the Stygian Mists of Futurity, loometh the dread Thirty,- Transition unspeakable! Prime so soon fallen, thy Virtue so easily broken, into a Number divisible, - penetrable!- by six others!" At each of Maskelyne's dismal Apostrophes, the Merriment in the Room takes another step up in Loudness, tho' muffl'd in Cake.