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in all these cases, a passage was generally left, not indeed as wide as the Dardanells, but wide enough, for all that, to carry on as much of this windward trade, as was sufficient to save my father the trou- ble of governing his house ; -- my mother at this moment stands profiting by it. -- Obadiah did the same thing, as soon as he had left the letter upon the table which brought the news of my brother's death; so that before my father had well got over his surprize, and entered upon his harangue, -- had Trim got upon his legs, to speak his sentiments upon the subject. A curious observer of nature, had he been worth the inventory of all Job's stock -- though, by the bye, your curious observers are seldom worth a groat -- would have given the half of it, to have heard Corporal Trim and my father, two ora- tors so contrasted by nature and educa- tion, haranguing over the same bier. My |
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My father a man of deep reading -- prompt memory -- with Cato, and Seneca, and Epictetus, at his fingers ends. -- The corporal -- with nothing -- to re- member -- of no deeper reading than his muster-roll -- or greater names at his fin- ger's end, than the contents of it. The one proceeding from period to period, by metaphor and allusion, and striking the fancy as he went along, (as men of wit and fancy do) with the enter- tainment and pleasantry of his pictures and images. The other, without wit or antithesis, or point, or turn, this way or that ; but leaving the images on one side, and the pictures on the other, going strait for- wards as nature could lead him, to the heart. O Trim ! would to heaven thou had'st a better historian ! -- would ! -- thy historian had a better pair of breeches ! ---- O |
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---- O ye criticks! will nothing melt you ? ------ My young master in London is dead ! said Obadiah. -- -- A green sattin night-gown of my mother's, which had been twice scoured, was the first idea which Obadiah's excla- mation brought into Susannah's head. -- Well might Locke write a chapter upon the imperfections of words. -- Then, quoth Susannah, we must all go into mourning. -- But note a second time : the word mourning, notwithstanding Susannah made use of it herself -- failed also of doing its office ; it excited not one single idea, tinged either with grey or black, -- all was green. ---- The green sattin night- gown hung there still. -- O ! 'twill be the death of my poor mistress, cried Susannah. -- My mother's whole |
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whole wardrobe followed. -- What a pro- cession ! her red damask, -- her orange- tawny, -- her white and yellow lutestrings, -- her brown taffeta, -- her bone-laced caps, her bed-gowns, and comfortable under-petticoats. -- Not a rag was left be- hind. -- `` No, -- she will never look up again,'' said Susannah. We had a fat foolish scullion -- my fa- ther, I think, kept her for her simplicity ; -- she had been all autumn struggling with a dropsy. -- He is dead ! said Oba- diah, -- he is certainly dead ! -- So am not I, said the foolish scullion. ---- Here is sad news, Trim ! cried Susannah, wiping her eyes as Trim step'd into the kitchen, -- Master Bobby is dead and buried, -- the funeral was an interpo- lation of Susannah's, -- we shall have all to go into mourning, said Susannah. 6 I hope |
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I hope not, said Trim. -- You hope not ! cried Susannah earnestly. -- The mourning ran not in Trim's head, whatever it did in Susannah's. -- I hope -- said Trim, explain- ing himself, I hope in God the news is not true. I heard the letter read with my own ears, answered Obadiah ; and we shall have a terrible piece of work of it in stubbing the ox-moor. -- Oh ! he's dead, said Susannah. -- As sure, said the scullion, as I am alive. I lament for him from my heart and my soul, said Trim, fetching a sigh. -- Poor creature ! -- poor boy ! poor gen- tleman ! -- He was alive last Whitsontide, said the coachman. -- Whitsontide ! alas ! cried Trim, extending his right arm, and fall- ing instantly into the same attitude in which he read the sermon, -- what is Whitsontide, Jonathan, (for that was the coachman's name) or Shrovetide, or any tide |
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tide or time past, to this ? Are we not here now, continued the corporal, (strik- ing the end of his stick perpendicularly upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability) -- and are we not -- (dropping his hat upon the ground) gone ! in a moment ! -- 'Twas infinitely striking ! Susannah burst into a flood of tears. -- We are not stocks and stones. -- Jonathan, Obadiah, the cook-maid, all melted. -- The foolish fat scullion herself, who was scouring a fish-kettle upon her knees, was rous'd with it. -- The whole kitchen crouded about the corporal. Now as I perceive plainly, that the preservation of our constitution in church and state, -- and possibly the preservation of the whole world -- or what is the same thing, the distribution and balance of its property and power, may in time to come depend greatly upon the right un- derstanding of this stroke of the corpo- 5 ral's |
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ral's eloquence -- I do demand your at- tention, -- your worships and reverences, for any ten pages together, take them where you will in any other part of the work, shall sleep for it at your ease. I said, ``we were not stocks and stones'' -- 'tis very well. I should have added, nor are we angels, I wish we were, -- but men cloathed with bodies, and governed by our imaginations ; -- and what a jun- ketting piece of work of it there is, be- twixt these and our seven senses, espe- cially some of them, for my own part, I own it, I am ashamed to confess. Let it suffice to affirm, that of all the senses, the eye, (for I absolutely deny the touch, though most of your Barbati, I know, are for it) has the quickest commerce with the soul, -- gives a smarter stroke, and leaves something more inexpressible upon the fancy, than words can either convey -- or sometimes get rid of. ---- I've |
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-- I've gone a little about -- no matter, 'tis for health -- let us only carry it back in our mind to the mortality of Trim's hat. -- `` Are we not here now, -- and gone in a moment ?'' -- There was nothing in the sentence -- 'twas one of your self-evi- dent truths we have the advantage of hearing every day ; and if Trim had not trusted more to his hat than his head -- he had made nothing at all of it. ------ `` Are we not here now ;'' -- continued the corporal, `` and are we not'' -- (dropping his hat plumb upon the ground -- and pausing, before he pro- nounced the word) --- `` gone ! in a mo- ment ?'' The descent of the hat was as if a heavy lump of clay had been kneaded into the crown of it. ---- Nothing could have expressed the sentiment of morta- lity, of which it was the type and fore- runner, like it, -- his hand seemed to va- nish from under it, -- it fell dead, -- the corporal's eye fix'd upon it, as upon a corps, |
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corps, -- and Susannah burst into a flood of tears. Now -- Ten thousand, and ten thou- sand times ten thousand (for matter and motion are infinite) are the ways by which a hat may be dropped upon the ground, without any effect. ---- Had he flung it, or thrown it, or cast it, or skimmed it, or squirted, or let it slip or fall in any possible direction under hea- ven, -- or in the best direction that could be given to it, -- had he dropped it like a goose -- like a puppy -- like an ass -- or in doing it, or even after he had done, had he looked like a fool, -- like a ninny -- like a nicompoop -- it had fail'd, and the effect upon the heart had been lost. Ye who govern this mighty world and its mighty concerns with the engines of eloquence, -- who heat it, and cool it, and melt it, and mollify it, ---- and then har- den it again to your purpose ---- Ye |
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Ye who wind and turn the passions with this great windlass, -- and, having done it, lead the owners of them, whi- ther ye think meet -- Ye, lastly, who drive -- -- and why not, Ye also who are driven, like tur- keys to market, with a stick and a red clout -- meditate -- meditate, I beseech you, upon Trim's hat. STAY ---- I have a small account to settle with the reader, before Trim can go on with his harangue. -- It shall be done in two minutes. Amongst many other book-debts, all of which I shall discharge in due time, -- I own myself a debtor to the world for two items, -- a chapter upon chamber- maids and button holes, which, in the for- mer part of my work, I promised and VOL. V. E fully |
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fully intended to pay off this year : but some of your worships and reverences telling me, that the two subjects, especi- ally so connected together, might endan- ger the morals of the world, -- I pray the chapter upon chamber-maids and button-holes may be forgiven me, -- and that they will accept of the last chapter in lieu of it ; which is nothing, an't please your reverences, but a chapter of cham- ber-maids, green-gowns, and old hats. Trim took his off the ground, -- put it upon his head, -- and then went on with his oration upon death, in manner and form following. ---- To us, Jonathan, who know not what want or care is -- who live here in the service of two of the best of masters -- (bating in my own case his majesty King William the Third, whom I had the |
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the honour to serve both in Ireland and Flanders) -- I own it, that from Whitson- tide to within three weeks of Christmas, -- 'tis not long -- 'tis like nothing ; -- but to those, Jonathan, who know what death is, and what havock and destruction he can make, before a man can well wheel about -- 'tis like a whole age. -- O Jona- than ! 'twould make a good-natured man's heart bleed, to consider, continued the corporal, (standing perpendicularly) how low many a brave and upright fel- low has been laid since that time ! -- And trust me, Susy, added the corporal, turn- ing to Susannah, whose eyes were swim- ming in water, -- before that time comes round again, -- many a bright eye will be dim. -- Susannah placed it to the right side of the page -- she wept -- but she court'sied too. -- Are we not, continued Trim, looking still at Susannah -- are we not like a flower of the field -- a tear of pride stole in betwixt every two tears of E 2 hu |
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humiliation -- else no tongue could have described Susannah's affliction -- is not all flesh grass ? -- 'Tis clay, -- 'tis dirt. -- They all looked directly at the scullion, -- the scullion had just been scouring a fish- kettle. -- It was not fair. ---- -- What is the finest face that ever man looked at ! -- I could hear Trim talk so for ever, cried Susannah, -- what is it ! ( Susannah laid her hand upon Trim's shoulder) -- but corruption ? ---- Susannah took it off. -- Now I love you for this -- and 'tis this delicious mixture within you which makes you dear creatures what you are -- and he who hates you for it ------ all I can say of the matter, is -- That he has either a pumkin for his head -- or a pip- pin for his heart, -- and whenever he is dissected 'twill be found so. C H A P. |
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WHETHER Susannah, by tak- ing her hand too suddenly from off the corporal's shoulder, (by the whisk- ing about of her passions) ---- broke a little the chain of his reflections ---- Or whether the corporal began to be suspicious, he had got into the doctor's quarters, and was talking more like the chaplain than himself ------ Or whether - - - - - - - Or whether ---- for in all such cases a man of invention and parts may with pleasure fill a couple of pages with sup- positions ---- which of all these was the cause, let the curious physiologist, or the curious any body determine ---- 'tis certain, at least, the corporal went on thus with his harangue. E 3 For |
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For my own part, I declare it, that out of doors, I value not death at all : -- not this .. added the corporal, snapping his fingers, -- but with an air which no one but the corporal could have given to the sentiment. -- In battle, I value death not this . . . and let him not take me cow- ardly, like poor Joe Gibbins, in scouring his gun. -- What is he ? A pull of a trig- ger -- a push of a bayonet an inch this way or that -- makes the difference. -- Look along the line -- to the right -- see ! Jack's down ! well, -- 'tis worth a regi- ment of horse to him. -- No -- 'tis Dick. Then Jack's no worse. -- Never mind which, -- we pass on, -- in hot pursuit the wound itself which brings him is not felt, -- the best way is to stand up to him, -- the man who flies, is in ten times more danger than the man who marches up into his jaws. -- I've look'd him, added the corporal, an hundred times in the face, -- and know what he is. -- He's no- thing, |
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thing, Obadiah, at all in the field. -- But he's very frightful in a house, quoth Oba- diah. ---- I never mind it myself, said Jonathan, upon a coach-box. -- It must, in my opinion, be most natural in bed, replied Susannah. -- And could I escape him by creeping into the worst calf's skin that ever was made into a knapsack, I would do it there -- said Trim -- but that is nature. ---- Nature is nature, said Jonathan. -- And that is the reason, cried Susannah, I so much pity my mistress. -- She will ne- ver get the better of it. -- Now I pity the captain the most of any one in the fami- ly, answered Trim. ---- Madam will get ease of heart in weeping, -- and the Squire in talking about it, -- but my poor master will keep it all in silence to himself. -- I shall hear him sigh in his bed for a whole month together, as he did for lieutenant Le Fever. An' please your Honour, do not sigh so piteously, I would say to him E 4 as |
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as I laid besides him. I cannot help it, Trim, my master would say, ---- 'tis so melancholy an accident -- I cannot get it off my heart. -- Your honour fears not death yourself. -- I hope, Trim, I fear no- thing, he would say, but the doing a wrong thing. ---- Well, he would add, whatever betides, I will take care of Le Fever's boy. -- And with that, like a quieting draught, his honour would fall asleep. I like to hear Trim's stories about the captain, said Susannah. -- He is a kindly- hearted gentleman, said Obadiah, as ever lived. -- Aye, -- and as brave a one too, said the corporal, as ever stept before a platoon. -- There never was a better offi- cer in the king's army, -- or a better man in God's world ; for he would march up to the mouth of a cannon, though he saw the lighted match at the very touch-hole, -- and yet, for all that, he has a heart as soft |
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soft as a child for other people. ---- He would not hurt a chicken. ---- I would sooner, quoth Jonathan, drive such a gentleman for seven pounds a year -- than some for eight. -- Thank thee, Jonathan ! for thy twenty shillings, -- as much, Jo- nathan, said the corporal, shaking him by the hand, as if thou hadst put the money into my own pocket. ---- I would serve him to the day of my death out of love. He is a friend and a brother to me, -- and could I be sure my poor brother Tom was dead, -- continued the corporal, tak- ing out his handkerchief, -- was I worth ten thousand pounds, I would leave every shilling of it to the captain. ---- Trim could not refrain from tears at this testa- mentary proof he gave of his affection to his master. ---- The whole kitchen was affected. ---- Do tell us this story of the poor lieutenant, said Susannah. ---- With all my heart, answered the corporal. Su- |
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Susannah, the cook, Jonathan, Oba- diah, and corporal Trim, formed a cir- cle about the fire ; and as soon as the scullion had shut the kitchen door, -- the corporal begun. I Am a Turk if I had not as much for- got my mother, as if Nature had plaistered me up, and set me down naked upon the banks of the river Nile, without one. ---- Your most obedient servant, Madam -- I've cost you a great deal of trouble, -- I wish it may answer ; -- but you have left a crack in my back, -- and here's a great piece fallen off here before, -- and what must I do with this foot ? ---- I shall never reach England with it. For |
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For my own part I never wonder at any thing ; -- and so often has my judg- ment deceived me in my life, that I al- ways suspect it, right or wrong, -- at least I am seldom hot upon cold subjects. For all this, I reverence truth as much as any body ; and when it has slipped us, if a man will but take me by the hand, and go quietly and search for it, as for a thing we have both lost, and can neither of us do well without, -- I'll go to the world's end with him : ---- But I hate disputes, -- and therefore (bating religious points, or such as touch society) I would almost subscribe to any thing which does not choak me in the first passage, rather than be drawn into one ---- But I cannot bear suffocation, ---- and bad smells worst of all. ---- For which reasons, I resolved from the be- 2 ginning, |