whomst en · PRON
Pronunciation
Etymology
From whom + -st (excrescent suffix).
Meanings
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(alt-of, archaic, humorous, nonstandard) Nonstandard form of who or whom.
alt of whoalt of whom
"Squaire, whomst did you say were a-hangin' arfter you ?" he asked without advancing a step.
1892, Bret Harte, Overland Monthly and Out West Magazine:Brer Fox, he ax, he did, ‘What do de writin’ say?’ Brer Rabbit, he kinder wrinkle up his forrer’d, an’ hol’ out de paper like you’ve seed ol’ folks do. He make like he readin’, an’ he ’low, ‘All an’ simely, whichever, an’ whoever, an’ wharsomever, speshully de howcome an’ de whatshisname, de ’fo’ said, flainter an’ flender, le’ ’im come headfo’most inter de court-house, whar de high she’ff an’ de low kin lay ’im down an’ flatten ’im out; all whomst she mought consarn. ’Nough said.
1906 March, Joel Chandler Harris, “Brother Rabbit, Brother Fox and Two Fat Pullets”, in The Metropolitan Magazine, volume XXIII, New York, N.Y.: R. H. Russell, →OCLC, pages 730–733:“Mirry kin tie ter whomst she pleases,” her father said when Heathe, taking advantage of Miriam’s absence in the shed, told him of his hopes. “H’it’s a good leetle gal es you’ll git, en she’s a smart gal, Mirry is—h’ain’t afeered o’ nothin’. She’ll stick ter you, spite o’ ole Nick hisself, les’n you go back on her: ’twouldn’t be overly safe for you then,” and Ab chuckled, while the great quid of tobacco oscillated in his cheek.
1888 June 2, Inde [pseudonym], “The Moonshiner’s Daughter”, in Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper, volume LXVI, number 1,707, New York, N.Y.: Mrs. Frank Leslie, →OCLC, page 246, column 2:Whilst Schell kept to the room deep in his portrayal of the landing party, I to the tap room and fell in with Fred Remington and Dick Davis whomst I last met with Harry Harper on Franklin Square at home, and were right merry all three when in cometh our navy officer Lieutenant Hill who after a hearty stroup of ale biddeth us dine with the officers’ mess on the Iowa, and so made haste to summon forth Schell since the Iowa with our other heavy battle ships of the line be kept well out to sea, two leagues and more, a far cry to reach in time for dinner.
1899, Edwin Emerson, Jr., “Easter Sunday”, in Pepy’s Ghost […], Boston, Mass.: […] Richard G. Badger & Co. […], published 1900, →OCLC, pages 58–59:May I embrace him on the Further Shore, Where thy tumultuous tide shall never rise To overwhelm thy fated pilgrims more, Whomst thou, sad sea, unto the Lord shalt yet restore.
1884, William Reid, Romance of song; or, The muse in many moods, page 63: