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much as the dirtier the fellow is, the better generally he succeeds in it. To this, I have no other answer ---- at least ready ---- but that the Arch- bishop of Benevento wrote his nasty Ro- mance of the Galatea, as all the world knows, in a purple coat, waistcoat, and purple pair of breeches ; and that the penance set him of writing a commen- tary upon the book of the Revelations, as severe as it was look'd upon by one part of the world, was far from being deem'd so, by the other, upon the single account of that Investment. Another objection to all this remedy, is its want of universality ; forasmuch as the shaving part of it, upon which so much |
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much stress is laid, by an unalterable law of nature excludes one half of the spe- cies entirely from its use : all I can say is, that female writers, whether of England, or of France, must e'en go without it ------ As for the Spanish ladies ---- I am in no sort of distress ---- C H A P. |
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THE fifteenth chapter is come at last ; and brings nothing with it but a sad signature of ``How our plea- `` sures slip from under us in this world;'' For in talking of my digression ---- I declare before heaven I have made it! What a strange creature is mortal man! said she. 'Tis very true, said I ---- but 'twere better to get all these things out of our heads, and return to my uncle Toby. C H A P. |
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WHEN my uncle Toby and the Corporal had marched down to the bottom of the avenue, they recollect- ed their business lay the other way ; so they faced about and marched up streight to Mrs. Wadman's door. I warrant your honour, said the Cor- poral, touching his Montero-cap with his hand, as he passed him in order to give a knock at the door ---- My uncle Toby, contrary to his invariable way of treating his faithful servant, said nothing good or bad : the truth was, he had not altogether marshall'd his ideas ; he wish'd for another conference, and as the Cor- poral |
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poral was mounting up the three steps before the door -- he hem'd twice -- a portion of my uncle Toby's most modest spirits fled, at each expulsion, towards the Corporal ; he stood with the rapper of the door suspended for a full minute in his hand, he scarce knew why. Bridget stood perdue within, with her finger and her thumb upon the latch, benumb'd with expectation ; and Mrs. Wadman, with an eye ready to be de- flowered again sat breathless behind the window curtain of her bed-chamber, watching their approach. Trim! said my uncle Toby ---- but as he articulated the word, the minute expired, and Trim let fall the rapper. My |
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My uncle Toby, perceiving that all hopes of a conference were knock'd on the head by it ------ whistled Lilla- bullero. VOL. IX. F C H A P. |
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AS Mrs. Bridget's finger and thumb were upon the latch, the Corporal did not knock as oft as perchance your honour's taylor ---- I might have taken my example something nearer home ; for I owe mine some five and twenty pounds at least, and wonder at the man's pa- tience ---- ---- But this is nothing at all to the world : only 'tis a cursed thing to be in debt ; and there seems to be a fatality in the exchequers of some poor princes, particularly those of our house, which no Economy can bind down in irons : for my own part, I'm persuaded there is not |
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not any one prince, prelate, pope, or po- tentate, great or small, upon earth, more desirous in his heart of keeping streight with the world than I am ---- or who takes more likely means for it. I never give above half a guinea ---- or walk with boots ---- or cheapen tooth-picks ---- or lay out a shilling upon a band- box the year round ; and for the six months I'm in the country, I'm upon so small a scale that with all the good temper in the world, I out-do Rousseau, a bar length ------ for I keep neither man or boy, or horse, or cow, or dog, or cat, or anything that can eat or drink, except a thin poor piece of a Vestal (to keep my fire in) and who has generally as bad an appetite as myself ---- but if you think this makes F 2 a phi- |
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a philosopher of me ---- I would not, my good people! give a rush for your judgments. True philosophy ------ but there is no treating the subject whilst my uncle is whistling Lillabullero. ---- Let us go into the house. C H A P. |
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`` L--d! I cannot look at it ---- `` What would the world say if I look'd `` at it? `` I should drop down, if I look'd at it -- `` I wish I could look at it ---- `` There can be no sin in looking at it. ---- ``I will look at it.'' Whilst all this was running through Mrs. Wadman's imagination, my uncle Toby had risen from the sopha, and got to the other side of the parlour-door, to give Trim an order about it in the passage ---- * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ---- I believe it is in the gar- ret, said my uncle Toby ---- I saw it there an' please your honour, this morn- ing, answered Trim ---- Then prithee, 3 step |
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step directly for it, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and bring it into the parlour. The Corporal did not approve of the orders, but most chearfully obey'd them. The first was not an act of his will -- the second was ; so he put on his Montero cap, and went as fast as his lame knee would let him. My uncle Toby re- turned into the parlour, and sat him- self down again upon the sopha. ---- You shall lay your finger upon the place -- said my uncle Toby. ---- I will not touch it, however, quoth Mrs. Wadman to herself. This requires a second translation : -- it shews what little knowledge is got by mere words -- we must go up to the first springs. Now |
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Now in order to clear up the mist which hangs upon these three pages, I must endeavour to be as clear as possible myself. Rub your hands thrice across your foreheads -- blow your noses -- cleanse your emunctories -- sneeze, my good people! ---- God bless you ---- Now give me all the help you can. C H A P. |
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AS there are fifty different ends (counting all ends in ---- as well civil as religious) for which a woman takes a husband, she first sets about and carefully weighs, then separates and dis- tinguishes in her mind which of all that number of ends is hers : then by dis- course, enquiry, argumentation, and in- ference, she investigates and finds out whether she has got hold of the right one ---- and if she has ---- then, by pul- ling it gently this way and that way, she further forms a judgment, whether it will not break in the drawing. The imagery under which Slawkenber- gius impresses this upon his reader's fancy, in |
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in the beginning of his third Decad, is so ludicrous that the honour I bear the sex will not suffer me to quote it ---- otherwise 'tis not destitute of humour. `` She first, saith Slawkenbergius, stops the asse and holding his halter in her left hand (lest he should get away) she thrusts her right hand into the very bottom of his pannier to search for it -- For what? -- you'll not know the sooner, quoth Slawkenbergius, for interrupting me'' ---- `` I have nothing, good Lady, but `` empty bottles,'' says the asse. ``I'm loaded with tripes,'' says the second. ---- And thou art little better, quoth she to the third ; for nothing is there in thy |
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thy panniers but trunk hose and pan- tofles -- and so to the fourth and fifth, go- ing on one by one through the whole string, till coming to the asse which car- ries it, she turns the pannier upside down, looks at it -- considers it -- samples it -- measures it -- stretches it -- wets it -- dries it -- then takes her teeth both to the warp and weft of it ---- ---- Of what? for the love of Christ! I am determined, answered Slawkenber- gius, that all the powers upon earth shall never wring that secret from my breast. C H A P. |
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WE live in a world beset on all sides with mysteries and riddles -- and so 'tis no matter ---- else it seems strange that Nature, who makes every thing so well to answer its destination, and seldom or never errs, unless for pas- time, in giving such forms and aptitudes to whatever passes through her hands, that whether she designs for the plough, the caravan, the cart -- or whatever other creature she models, be it but an asse's foal, you are sure to have the thing you wanted ; and yet at the same time should so eternally bungle it as she does, in making so simple a thing as a married man. Whether |
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Whether it is in the choice of the clay ---- or that it is frequently spoiled in the baking ; by an excess of which a husband may turn out too crusty (you know) on one hand ---- or not enough so, through defect of heat, on the other ---- or whether this great Artificer is not so attentive to the little Platonic exigen- ces of that part of the species for whose use she is fabricating this ---- or that her Ladyship sometimes scarce knows what sort of a husband will do ---- I know not : we will discourse about it after sup- per. It is enough that neither the observa- tion itself, or the reasoning upon it, are at all to the purpose ---- but rather against it ; since with regard to my uncle Toby's |