Christian-nameless

To me, once, inspecting a well-chosen shelf of medical works in several languages, an advanced surgeon’s library in themselves—possibly purchased en bloc, I thought, from some dead professor’s widow—he had remarked pleasantly, as a fitting pleasantry for the addressee, that “John’s is my nom du^([sic]) guerre,—in the war of life, you know, Doctor.” Enough, however, to show that as Christian-nameless John’s he was known to all in Beedley, aye to the very end, saving myself.

1895 January 19, Frederick Lees, “Prize Story. A Human Enigma.”, in The Newcastle Weekly Chronicle, number 6,809, Newcastle upon Tyne, →OCLC, page 8, column 4

I’m caught at last! I can’t hold out any longer! / When first I saw you, I knew what it would be. / For fifteen months I kept my head. But see, / I’m on my knees to you. You are the stronger. / For all your slenderness of limb and feature / You’ve mastered me—you Christian-nameless creature!

1915, Geoffrey Faber, “To ——”, in Interflow: Poems, Chiefly Lyrical, Boston, Mass.; New York, N.Y.: Houghton Mifflin Company, →OCLC, page 24

At Christmas 1548/9, ‘ffelsteade’, Christian-nameless as ever, made ‘ix globes with all thinges necessarie ffor theyr makyng at xvjᵈ the pece’ for the Court Revels, for which he was paid 12s.

1988, Meg Twycross, “Felsted of London: […]”, in Sarah Carpenter, Pamela King, editors, The Materials of Early Theatre: […] (Variorum Collected Studies), Abingdon, Oxfordshire; New York, N.Y.: Routledge, published 6 December 2017 (indicated as 2018), →ISBN, part IV (Processions and the wider culture)