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We shall have a rare month of it, said my father, turning his head from Obadiah, and looking wistfully in my uncle Toby's face for some time -- we shall have a devilish month of it, brother Toby, said my father, setting his arms a-kimbo, and shaking his head ; fire, water, wo- men, wind -- brother Toby ! -- 'Tis some misfortune, quoth my uncle Toby -- That it is, cried my father, -- to have so many jarring elements breaking loose, and riding triumph in every corner of a gen- tleman's house -- Little boots it to the peace of a family, brother Toby, that you and I possess ourselves, and sit here silent and unmoved, -- whilst such a storm is whistling over our heads. ---- -- And what's the matter, Susannah ? They have called the child Tristram ---- and my mistress is just got out of an hysterick |
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hysterick fit about it -- No ! -- 'tis not my fault, said Susannah -- I told him it was Tristram gistus. ---- Make tea for yourself, brother Toby, said my father, taking down his hat -- but how different from the sallies and agitations of voice and members which a common reader would imagine ! -- For he spake in the sweetest modu- lation -- and took down his hat with the gentlest movement of limbs, that ever affliction harmonized and attuned toge- ther. -- Go to the bowling-green for corpo- ral Trim, said my uncle Toby, speaking to Obadiah, as soon as my father left the room. C H A P. |
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WHEN the misfortune of my N O S E fell so heavily upon my father's head, -- the reader remembers that he walked instantly up stairs, and cast himself down upon his bed ; and from hence, unless he has a great insight into human nature, he will be apt to expect a rotation of the same ascending and descending movements from him, upon this misfortune of my NAME ; ---- no. The different weight, dear Sir, -- nay even the different package of two vexa- tions of the same weight, -- makes a very wide difference in our manners of bearing and getting through with them. -- It is not |
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not half an hour ago, when (in the great hurry and precipitation of a poor devil's writing for daily bread) I threw a fair sheet, which I had just finished, and care- fully wrote out, slap into the fire, instead of the foul one. Instantly I snatch'd off my wig, and threw it perpendicularly, with all imagi- nable violence, up to the top of the room -- indeed I caught it as it fell -- but there was an end of the matter ; nor do I think any thing else in Nature, would have given such immediate ease : She, dear Goddess, by an instantaneous im- pulse, in all provoking cases, determines us to a sally of this or that member -- or else she thrusts us into this or that place, or posture of body, we know not why -- But mark, madam, we live amongst riddles and mysteries -- the most obvious things, |
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things, which come in our way, have dark sides, which the quickest sight can- not penetrate into ; and even the clearest and most exalted understandings amongst us find ourselves puzzled and at a loss in almost every cranny of nature's works ; so that this, like a thousand other things, falls out for us in a way, which tho' we cannot reason upon it, -- yet we find the good of it, may it please your reverences and your worships -- and that's enough for us. Now, my father could not lie down with this affliction for his life -- nor could he carry it up stairs like the other -- He walked composedly out with it to the fish-pond. Had my father leaned his head upon his hand, and reasoned an hour which way |
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way to have gone -- reason, with all her force, could not have directed him to any thing like it : there is something, Sir, in fish-ponds -- but what it is, I leave to system builders and fish pond diggers betwixt 'em to find out -- but there is something, under the first disorderly transport of the humours, so unaccount- ably becalming in an orderly and a sober walk towards one of them, that I have often wondered that neither Pythagoras, nor Plato, nor Solon, nor Lycurgus, nor Mahomet, nor any of your noted law- givers, ever gave order about them. YOUR honour, said Trim, shutting the parlour door before he began to speak, has heard, I imagine, of this unlucky |
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unlucky accident ---- O yes, Trim ! said my uncle Toby, and it gives me great concern -- I am heartily concerned too, but I hope your honour, replied Trim, will do me the justice to believe, that it was not in the least owing to me -- To thee -- Trim ! -- cried my uncle Toby, look- ing kindly in his face -- 'twas Susannah's and the curate's folly betwixt them -- What business could they have together, an'please your honour, in the garden ? -- In the gallery, thou meanest, replied my uncle Toby. Trim found he was upon a wrong scent, and stopped short with a low bow -- Two misfortunes, quoth the corporal to himself, are twice as many at least as are needful to be talked over at one time, -- the mischief the cow has done in breaking into the fortifications, may be told |
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told his honour hereafter -- Trim's casuistry and address, under the cover of his low bow, prevented all suspicion in my uncle Toby, so he went on with what he had to say to Trim as follows. -- For my own part, Trim, though I can see little or no difference betwixt my nephew's being called Tristram or Trisme- gistus -- yet as the thing sits so near my brother's heart, Trim, -- I would freely have given a hundred pounds rather than it should have happened -- A hun- dred pounds, an'please your honour, re- plied Trim, -- I would not give a cherry- stone to boot -- Nor would I, Trim, upon my own account, quoth my uncle Toby -- but my brother, whom there is no arguing with in this case -- maintains that a great deal more depends, Trim, upon christian names, than what ignorant people ima- 5 gine ; |
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gine ; ---- for he says there never was a great or heroic action performed since the world began by one called Tristram -- nay he will have it, Trim, that a man can neither be learned, or wise, or brave -- 'Tis all a fancy, an'please your honour -- I fought just as well, replied the cor- poral, when the regiment called me Trim, as when they called me James Butler -- And for my own part, said my uncle Toby, though I should blush to boast of myself, Trim, -- yet had my name been Alexander, I could have done no more at Namur than my duty -- Bless your ho- nour ! cried Trim, advancing three steps as he spoke, does a man think of his christian name when he goes upon the attack ? -- Or when he stands in the trench, Trim ? cried my uncle Toby, looking firm -- Or when he enters a breach ? said Trim, pushing in between two chairs -- Or 4 |
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-- Or forces the lines ? cried my uncle, rising up, and pushing his crutch like a pike -- Or facing a platoon, cried Trim, presenting his stick like a firelock -- Or when he marches up the glacis, cried my uncle Toby, looking warm and setting his foot upon his stool. ---- MY father was returned from his walk to the fish-pond -- and open- ed the parlour-door in the very height of the attack, just as my uncle Toby was marching up the glacis -- Trim recovered his arms -- never was my uncle Toby caught riding at such a desperate rate in his life ! Alas ! my uncle Toby ! had not a weightier matter called forth all the ready eloquence of my father -- how hadst VOL. IV K thou |
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thou then and thy poor HOBBY-HORSE too have been insulted ! My father hung up his hat with the same air he took it down ; and after giving a slight look at the disorder of the room, he took hold of one of the chairs which had formed the corporal's breach, and placing it over-against my uncle Toby, he sat down in it, and as soon as the tea- things were taken away and the door shut, he broke out in a lamentation as follows. My FATHER'S L A M E N T A T I O N . IT is in vain longer, said my father, ad- dressing himself as much to Ernulphus's curse, which was laid upon the corner of the chimney-piece, -- as to my uncle Toby who sat under it -- it is in vain longer, said |
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said my father, in the most querulous monotone imaginable, to struggle as I have done against this most uncomfort- able of human persuasions -- I see it plainly, that either for my own sins, brother Toby, or the sins and follies of the Shandy-family, heaven has thought fit to draw forth the heaviest of its artil- lery against me ; and that the prosperity of my child is the point upon which the whole force of it is directed to play ---- Such a thing would batter the whole universe about our ears, brother Shandy, said my uncle Toby, -- if it was so -- Un- happy Tristram ! child of wrath ! child of decrepitude ! interruption ! mistake ! and discontent ! What one misfortune or disaster in the book of embryotic evils, that could unmechanize thy frame, or entangle thy filaments ! which has not fallen upon thy head, ere ever thou camest K 2 into |
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into the world -- what evils in thy passage into it ! -- What evils since ! -- produced into being, in the decline of thy father's days -- when the powers of his imagination and of his body were waxing feeble --- when radical heat and radical moisture, the elements which should have temper'd thine, were drying up ; and nothing left to found thy stamina in, but negations -- -- 'tis pitiful -- brother Toby, at the best, and called out for all the little helps that care and attention on both sides could give it. But how were we de- feated ! You know the event, brother Toby, -- 'tis too melancholy a one to be repeated now, -- when the few animal spirits I was worth in the world, and with which memory, fancy, and quick parts should have been convey'd, -- were all dispersed, confused, confounded, scat- tered, and sent to the devil. -- Here |
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Here then was the time to have put a stop to this persecution against him ; -- and tried an experiment at least -- whether calmness and serenity of mind in your sister, with a due attention, brother Toby, to her evacuations and repletions -- and the rest of her non-naturals, might not, in a course of nine months' gestation, have set all things to rights. -- My child was bereft of these ! -- What a teazing life did she lead herself, and consequently her foetus too, with that nonsensical anxiety of hers about lying in in town ? I thought my sister submitted with the greatest patience, replied my uncle Toby ---- I never heard her utter one fretful word about it -- She fumed inwardly, cried my father ; and that, let me tell you, brother, was ten times worse for the child -- and then ! what battles did she fight with me, and what perpetual storms K 3 about |
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about the midwife -- There she gave vent, said my uncle Toby -- Vent ! cried my fa- ther, looking up -- But what was all this, my dear Toby, to the injuries done us by my child's coming head foremost into the world, when all I wished in this general wreck of his frame, was to have saved this little casket unbroke, unrifled -- With all my precautions, how was my system turned topside turvy in the womb with my child ! his head exposed to the hand of violence, and a pressure of 470 pounds averdupois weight acting so perpendicularly upon its apex -- that at this hour 'tis ninety per Cent. insurance, that the fine network of the intellectual web be not rent and torn to a thousand tatters. -- Still |
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-- Still we could have done. ---- Fool, coxcomb, puppy -- give him but a NOSE -- Cripple, Dwarf, Driviller, Goosecap -- (shape him as you will) the door of Fortune stands open -- 0 Licetus ! Licetus ! had I been blest with a foetus five inches long and a half, like thee -- fate might have done her worst. Still, brother Toby, there was one cast of the dye left for our child after all -- O Tristram ! Tristram ! Tristram ! We will send for Mr. Yorick, said my uncle Toby. -- You may send for whom you will, replied my father. K 4 C H A P. |
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WHAT a rate have I gone on at, curvetting and frisking it away, two up and two down for four volumes together, without looking once behind, or even on one side of me, to see whom I trod upon ! -- I'll tread upon no one, -- quoth I to myself when I mounted -- I'll take a good rattling gallop ; but I'll not hurt the poorest jack-ass upon the road -- So off I set -- up one lane -- down another, through this turn-pike -- over that, as if the arch-jockey of jockeys had got be- hind me. Now ride at this rate with what good intention and resolution you may, -- 'tis a million to one you'll do some one a mischief, |
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mischief, if not yourself -- He's flung -- he's off -- he's lost his seat -- he's down -- he'll break his neck -- see ! -- if he has not galloped full amongst the scaffolding of the undertaking criticks ! -- he'll knock his brains out against some of their posts -- he's bounced out ! -- look -- he's now riding like a madcap full tilt through a whole crowd of painters, fiddlers, poets, biographers, physicians, lawyers, logi- cians, players, schoolmen, churchmen, statesmen, soldiers, casuists, connoisseurs, prelates, popes, and engineers -- Don't fear, said I -- I'll not hurt the poorest jack-ass upon the king's high-way -- But your horse throws dirt ; see you've splash'd a bishop -- I hope in God 'twas only Ernulphus, said I -- But you have squirted full in the faces of Mess. Le Moyne, De Romigny, and De Marcilly, doctors of the Sorbonne -- That was last year, re- 1 plied |
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plied I -- But you have trod this moment upon a king. ---- Kings have bad times on't, said I, to be trod upon by such people as me. -- You have done it, replied my ac- cuser. I deny it, quoth I, and so have got off, and here am I standing with my bridle in one hand, and with my cap in the other, to tell my story -- And what is it ? You shall hear in the next chapter. AS Francis the first of France was one winterly night warming him- self over the embers of a wood fire, and talking with his first minister of sundry things |
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things for the good of the state* -- it would not be amiss, said the king, stir- ring up the embers with his cane, if this good understanding betwixt ourselves and Switzerland was a little strengthened -- There is no end, Sire, replied the mi- nister, in giving money to these peo- ple -- they would swallow up the trea- sury of France -- Poo ! poo ! answered the king ---- there are more ways, Mons. le Premier, of bribing states, besides that of giving money ---- I'll pay Switzer- land the honour of standing godfather for my next child -- Your majesty, said the minister, in so doing, would have all the grammarians in Europe upon your back ; -- Switzerland, as a republick, be- ing a female, can in no construction be godfather -- She may be godmother, re- plied Francis, hastily -- so announce my intentions * Vide Menagiana, vol. l. |