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So much for my chapter upon chap- ters, which I hold to be the best chapter in my whole work ; and take my word, whoever reads it, is full as well employed, as in picking straws. C H A P. On auroit toujours été très-satisfait de l'industrie d'un Pere si experimenté dans l'Art de la Genera- tion, quand il n'auroit pû prolonger la vie a son fils que pour quelques mois, ou pour peu d'années. Mais quand on se represente que l'Enfant a vecu pres de quatre-vingts ans, & que il a composé quatre-vingts Ouvrages differents tous fruits d'une longue lecture, -- il faut convenir que tout ce qui est incroyable n'est pas toujours faux, & que la Vraisemblance n'est pas toujours du coté de la Veritè. Il n'avoit que dix-neuf ans lors qu'il composa Gonopsychanthropologia de Origine Animæ hu- manæ. (Les Enfans celebres, revûs & corriges par M. De la Monnoye de l'Academie Françoise.) |
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WE shall bring all things to rights, said my father, setting his foot upon the first step from the landing ---- This Trismegistus, continued my father, drawing his leg back, and turning to my uncle Toby -- was the greatest (Toby) of all earthly beings -- he was the greatest king -- the greatest lawgiver -- the greatest philosopher -- and the greatest priest ---- and engineer -- said my uncle Toby. -- -- In course, said my father. H 3 C H A P. |
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-- AND how does your mistress ? cried my father, taking the same step over again from the landing, and calling to Susannah, whom he saw passing by the foot of the stairs with a huge pin-cushion in her hand -- how does your mistress ? As well, said Susannah, tripping by, but without looking up, as can be expected -- What a fool am I, said my father ! drawing his leg back again -- let things be as they will, brother Toby, 'tis ever the precise answer -- And how is the child, pray ? -- No answer. And where is doctor Slop ? added my father, raising his voice aloud, and look- ing over the ballusters -- Susannah was out of hearing. Of |
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Of all the riddles of a married life, said my father, crossing the landing, in order to set his back against the wall, whilst he propounded it to my uncle Toby -- of all the puzzling riddles, said he, in a marriage state, -- of which you may trust me, brother Toby, there are more asses loads than all Job's stock of asses could have carried -- there is not one that has more intricacies in it than this -- that from the very moment the mistress of the house is brought to bed, every female in it, from the lady's gentlewoman down to the cinder-wench, becomes an inch taller for it ; and give themselves more airs upon that single inch, than all their other inches put together. I think rather, replied my uncle Toby, that 'tis we who sink an inch lower. ---- If I meet but a woman with child -- I do H 4 it |
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it -- 'Tis a heavy tax upon that half of our fellow - creatures, brother Shandy, said my uncle Toby -- 'tis a piteous bur- den upon'em, continued he, shaking his head. -- Yes, yes, 'tis a painful thing -- said my father, shaking his head too -- but certainly sincle shaking of heads came into fashion, never did two heads shake together, in concert, from two such dif- ferent springs.
HOLLA! -- you chairman ! -- here's sixpence -- do step into that book- seller's shop, and call me a Day-talk critick. I am very willing to give any one |
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one of 'em a crown to help me with his tackling, to get my father and my uncle Toby off the stairs, and to put them to bed. -- -- 'Tis even high time ; for except a short nap, which they both got whilst Trim was boring the jack-boots -- and which, by the bye, did my father no sort of good upon the score of the bad hinge -- they have not else shut their eyes, since nine hours before the time that doctor Slop was led into the back parlour in that dirty pickle by Obadiah. Was every day of my life to be as busy a day as this, -- and to take up, -- truce -- I will not finish that sentence till I have made an observation upon the strange state |
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state of affairs between the reader and myself, just as things stand at present -- an observation never applicable before to any one biographical writer since the creation of the world, but to myself -- and I believe will never hold good to any other, until its final destruction ---- amd therefore, for the very novelty of it alone, it must be worth your worships attending to. I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month ; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume -- and no farther than to my first day's life -- 'tis demonstrative that I have three hun- dred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out ; so that instead of advancing, as a com- mon writer, in my work with what I have |
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have been doing at it -- on the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back -- was every day of my life to be as busy a day as this -- And why not ? -- and the transactions and opinions of it to take up as much description -- And for what reason should they be cut short ? as at this rate I should just live 364 times faster than I should write -- It must fol- low, an' please your worships, that the more I write, the more I shall have to write -- and consequently, the more your worships read, the more your worships will have to read. Will this be good for your worships eyes ? It will do well for mine ; and, was it not that my OPINIONS will be the death of me, I perceive I shall lead a fine life of it |
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it out of this self-same life of mine ; or, in other words, shall lead a couple of fine lives together. As for the proposal of twelve volumes a year, or a volume a month, it no way alters my prospect -- write as I will, and rush as I may into the middle of things, as Horace advises, -- I shall never overtake myself -- whipp'd and driven to the last pinch, at the worst I shall have one day the start of my pen -- and one day is enough for two volumes -- and two vo- lumes will be enough for one year. -- Heaven prosper the manufactures of paper under this propitious reign, which is now open'd to us, -- as I trust its pro- vidence will prosper every thing else in it that is taken in hand. -- 4 As |
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As for the propagation of Geese -- I give myself no concern -- Nature is all bountiful -- I shall never want tools to work with. -- So then, friend ! you have got my father and my uncle Toby off the stairs, and seen them to bed ? -- And how did you manage it ? -- You dropp'd a curtain at the stairs foot -- I thought you had no other way for it -- Here's a crown for your trouble. -- THEN reach me my breeches off the chair, said my father to Susannah -- There is not a moment's time to dress you, Sir, cried Susannah -- the child is as black in the face as my -- As |
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As your what ? said my father, for like all orators, he was a dear searcher into comparisons -- Bless me, Sir, said Susan- nah, the child's in a fit -- And where's Mr. Yorick -- Never where he should be, said Susannah, but his curate's in the dressing-room, with the child upon his arm, waiting for the name ---- and my mistress bid me run as fast as I could to know, as captain Shandy is the godfather, whether it should not be called after him. Were one sure, said my father to him- self, scratching his eye-brow, that the child was expiring, one might as well compliment my brother Toby as not -- and 'twould be a pity, in such a case, to throw away so great a name as Trismegistus upon him -- But he may recover. No, 1 |
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No, no, -- said my father to Susannah, I'll get up ---- There is no time, cried Susannah, the child's as black as my shoe. Trismegistus, said my father -- But stay -- thou art a leaky vessel, Susannah, ad- ded my father ; canst thou carry Trisme- gistus in thy head, the length of the gal- lery without scattering -- Can I ? cried Susannah, shutting the door in a huff -- If she can, I'll be shot, said my father, bouncing out of bed in the dark, and groping for his breeches. Susannah ran with all speed along the gallery. My father made all possible speed to find his breeches. Susannah got the start, and kept it -- 'Tis Tris -- something, cried Susannah -- There |
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There is no christian name in the world, said the curate, beginning with Tris -- but Tristram. Then 'tis Tristram-gistus, quoth Susannah. -- There is no gistus to it, noodle ! -- 'tis my own name, replied the curate, dipping his hand as he spoke into the bason -- Tristram ! said he, &c. &c. &c. &c. so Tristram was I called, and Tristram shall I be to the day of my death. My father followed Susannah with his night-gown across his arm, with nothing more than his breeches on, fastened through haste with but a single button, and that button through haste thrust only half into the button-hole. -- She has not forgot the name, cried my father, half opening the door -- No, no, |
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no, said the curate, with a tone of intel- ligence -- And the child is better, cried Susannah -- And how does your mistress ? As well, said Susannah, as can be ex- pected -- Pish ! said my father, the button of his breeches slipping out of the button hole -- So that whether the interjection was levelled at Susannah, or the button- hole, -- whether pish was an interjection of contempt or an interjection of modesty, is a doubt, and must be a doubt till I shall have time to write the three follow- ing favorite chapters, that is, my chap- ter of chamber-maids -- my chapter of pishes, and my chapter of button-holes. All the light I am able to give the reader at present is this, that the moment my father cried Pish ! he whisk'd him- self about -- and with his breeches held up by one hand, and his night-gown VOL. IV. I thrown |
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thrown across the arm of the other, he returned along the gallery to bed, some- thing slower than he came. I Wish I could write a chapter upon sleep. A fitter occasion could never have pre- sented itself, than what this moment of- fers, when all the curtains of the family are drawn -- the candles put out -- and no creature's eyes are open but a single one, for the other has been shut these twenty years, of my mother's nurse. It is a fine subject ! And |
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And yet, as fine as it is, I would un- dertake to write a dozen chapters upon button-holes, both quicker and with more fame than a single chapter upon this. Button-holes ! ---- there is something lively in the very idea of 'em -- and trust me, when I get amongst 'em -- You gentry with great beards -- look as grave as you will -- I'll make merry work with my button-holes -- I shall have 'em all to myself -- 'tis a maiden subject -- I shall run foul of no man's wisdom or fine sayings in it. But for sleep -- I know I shall make nothing of it before I begin -- I am no dab at your fine sayings in the first place -- and in the next, I cannot for my soul I 2 set |
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set a grave face upon a bad matter, and tell the world -- 'tis the refuge of the unfortunate -- the enfranchisement of the prisoner -- the downy lap of the hopeless, the weary, and the broken-hearted ; nor could I set out with a lye in my mouth, by affirming, that of all the soft and delicious functions of our nature, by which the great Author of it, in his bounty, has been pleased to recompence the sufferings wherewith his justice and his good pleasure has wearied us, -- that this is the chiefest (I know pleasures worth ten of it) or what a happiness it is to man, when the anxieties and passions of the day are over, and he lays down upon his back, that his soul shall be so seated within him, that which ever way she turns her eyes, the heavens shall look calm and sweet above her -- no desire -- or fear -- or doubt that troubles the air, nor |
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nor any difficulty pass'd, present, or to come, that the imagination may not pass over without offence, in that sweet secession. -- `` God's blessing, said Sancho Panca, `` be upon the man who first invented `` this self-same thing called sleep ---- it `` covers a man all over like a cloak.'' Now there is more to me in this, and it speaks warmer to my heart and affections, than all the dissertations squeez'd out of the heads of the learned together upon the subject. -- Not that I altogether disapprove of what Montaigne advances upon it -- 'tis admirable in its way. ---- (I quote by memory.) I 3 The |
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The world enjoys other pleasures, says he, as they do that of sleep, without tasting or feeling it as it slips and passes by -- We should study and ruminate up- on it, in order to render proper thanks to him who grants it to us -- for this end I cause myself to be disturbed in my sleep, that I may the better and more sensibly relish it -- And yet I see few, says he again, who live with less sleep when need requires ; my body is capable of a firm, but not of a violent and sud- den agitation -- I evade of late all violent exercises -- I am never weary with walk- ing -- but from my youth, I never liked to ride upon pavements. I love to lie hard and alone, and even without my wife -- This last word may stagger the faith of the world -- but remember, ``La `` Vraisemblance (as Baylet says in the `` affair of Liceti) n'est pas toujours `` du |
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`` du Cotè de la Verité.'' And so much for sleep. IF my wife will but venture him -- brother Toby, Trismegistus shall be dress'd and brought down to us, whilst you and I are getting our breakfasts together. -- -- Go, tell Susannah, Obadiah, to step here. She is run up stairs, answered Obadiah, this very instant, sobbing and crying, and wringing her hands as if her heart would break. --- I 4 We |