He lived in prayer thrice a day, and "did not Slubber over his prayers with hasty amputations, but wrestled in them for a good part of an hour."
"Customs and Fashions in Old New England"
Alice Morse Earle
More here, you Slubber-degullions.
"The ghosts of their ancestors"
Weymer Jay Mills
The first, or "Slubber," gives it a very slight twist, just enough to suggest what is coming later, and of course in doing this makes it smaller.
"Makers of Many Things"
Eva March Tappan