Chapter 3.XLIV.

-We'll not stop two moments, my dear Sir,-only, as we have got through these five volumes (In the first edition, the sixth volume began with this chapter.), (do, Sir, sit down upon a set-they are better than nothing) let us just look back upon the country we have pa.s.s'd through.-

-What a wilderness has it been! and what a mercy that we have not both of us been lost, or devoured by wild beasts in it!

Did you think the world itself, Sir, had contained such a number of Jack a.s.ses?-How they view'd and review'd us as we pa.s.sed over the rivulet at the bottom of that little valley!-and when we climbed over that hill, and were just getting out of sight-good G.o.d! what a braying did they all set up together!

-Prithee, shepherd! who keeps all those Jack a.s.ses?....

-Heaven be their comforter-What! are they never curried?-Are they never taken in in winter?-Bray bray-bray. Bray on,-the world is deeply your debtor;-louder still-that's nothing:-in good sooth, you are ill-used:-Was I a Jack a.s.se, I solemnly declare, I would bray in G-sol-re-ut from morning, even unto night.

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When my father had danced his white bear backwards and forwards through half a dozen pages, he closed the book for good an' all,-and in a kind of triumph redelivered it into Trim's hand, with a nod to lay it upon the 'scrutoire, where he found it.-Tristram, said he, shall be made to conjugate every word in the dictionary, backwards and forwards the same way;-every word, Yorick, by this means, you see, is converted into a thesis or an hypothesis;-every thesis and hypothesis have an off-spring of propositions;-and each proposition has its own consequences and conclusions; every one of which leads the mind on again, into fresh tracks of enquiries and doubtings.-The force of this engine, added my father, is incredible in opening a child's head.-'Tis enough, brother Shandy, cried my uncle Toby, to burst it into a thousand splinters.-

I presume, said Yorick, smiling,-it must be owing to this,-(for let logicians say what they will, it is not to be accounted for sufficiently from the bare use of the ten predicaments)-That the famous Vincent Quirino, amongst the many other astonishing feats of his childhood, of which the Cardinal Bembo has given the world so exact a story,-should be able to paste up in the public schools at Rome, so early as in the eighth year of his age, no less than four thousand five hundred and fifty different theses, upon the most abstruse points of the most abstruse theology;-and to defend and maintain them in such sort, as to cramp and dumbfound his opponents.-What is that, cried my father, to what is told us of Alphonsus Tostatus, who, almost in his nurse's arms, learned all the sciences and liberal arts without being taught any one of them?-What shall we say of the great Piereskius?-That's the very man, cried my uncle Toby, I once told you of, brother Shandy, who walked a matter of five hundred miles, reckoning from Paris to Shevling, and from Shevling back again, merely to see Stevinus's flying chariot.-He was a very great man! added my uncle Toby (meaning Stevinus)-He was so, brother Toby, said my father (meaning Piereskius)-and had multiplied his ideas so fast, and increased his knowledge to such a prodigious stock, that, if we may give credit to an anecdote concerning him, which we cannot withhold here, without shaking the authority of all anecdotes whatever-at seven years of age, his father committed entirely to his care the education of his younger brother, a boy of five years old,-with the sole management of all his concerns.-Was the father as wise as the son? quoth my uncle Toby:-I should think not, said Yorick:-But what are these, continued my father-(breaking out in a kind of enthusiasm)-what are these, to those prodigies of childhood in Grotius, Scioppius, Heinsius, Politian, Pascal, Joseph Scaliger, Ferdinand de Cordoue, and others-some of which left off their substantial forms at nine years old, or sooner, and went on reasoning without them;-others went through their cla.s.sics at seven;-wrote tragedies at eight;-Ferdinand de Cordoue was so wise at nine,-'twas thought the Devil was in him;-and at Venice gave such proofs of his knowledge and goodness, that the monks imagined he was Antichrist, or nothing.-Others were masters of fourteen languages at ten,-finished the course of their rhetoric, poetry, logic, and ethics, at eleven,-put forth their commentaries upon Servius and Martia.n.u.s Capella at twelve,-and at thirteen received their degrees in philosophy, laws, and divinity:-but you forget the great Lipsius, quoth Yorick, who composed a work (Nous aurions quelque interet, says Baillet, de montrer qu'il n'a rien de ridicule s'il etoit veritable, au moins dans le sens enigmatique que Nicius Erythraeus a ta he de lui donner. Cet auteur dit que pour comprendre comme Lipse, il a pu composer un ouvrage le premier jour de sa vie, il faut s'imaginer, que ce premier jour n'est pas celui de sa naissance charnelle, mais celui au quel il a commence d'user de la raison; il veut que c'ait ete a l'age de neuf ans; et il nous veut persuader que ce fut en cet age, que Lipse fit un poeme.-Le tour est ingenieux, &c. &c.) the day he was born:-They should have wiped it up, said my uncle Toby, and said no more about it.

Chapter 3.XLVI.

When the cataplasm was ready, a scruple of decorum had unseasonably rose up in Susannah's conscience, about holding the candle, whilst Slop tied it on; Slop had not treated Susannah's distemper with anodynes,-and so a quarrel had ensued betwixt them.

-Oh! oh!-said Slop, casting a glance of undue freedom in Susannah's face, as she declined the office;-then, I think I know you, madam-You know me, Sir! cried Susannah fastidiously, and with a toss of her head, levelled evidently, not at his profession, but at the doctor himself,-you know me! cried Susannah again.-Doctor Slop clapped his finger and his thumb instantly upon his nostrils;-Susannah's spleen was ready to burst at it;-'Tis false, said Susannah.-Come, come, Mrs. Modesty, said Slop, not a little elated with the success of his last thrust,-If you won't hold the candle, and look-you may hold it and shut your eyes:-That's one of your popish shifts, cried Susannah:-'Tis better, said Slop, with a nod, than no shift at all, young woman;-I defy you, Sir, cried Susannah, pulling her shift sleeve below her elbow.

It was almost impossible for two persons to a.s.sist each other in a surgical case with a more splenetic cordiality.

Slop s.n.a.t.c.hed up the cataplasm-Susannah s.n.a.t.c.hed up the candle;-A little this way, said Slop; Susannah looking one way, and rowing another, instantly set fire to Slop's wig, which being somewhat bushy and unctuous withal, was burnt out before it was well kindled.-You impudent wh.o.r.e! cried Slop,-(for what is pa.s.sion, but a wild beast?)-you impudent wh.o.r.e, cried Slop, getting upright, with the cataplasm in his hand;-I never was the destruction of any body's nose, said Susannah,-which is more than you can say:-Is it? cried Slop, throwing the cataplasm in her face;-Yes, it is, cried Susannah, returning the compliment with what was left in the pan.

Chapter 3.XLVII.

Doctor Slop and Susannah filed cross-bills against each other in the parlour; which done, as the cataplasm had failed, they retired into the kitchen to prepare a fomentation for me;-and whilst that was doing, my father determined the point as you will read.

Chapter 3.XLVIII.

You see 'tis high time, said my father, addressing himself equally to my uncle Toby and Yorick, to take this young creature out of these women's hands, and put him into those of a private governor. Marcus Antoninus provided fourteen governors all at once to superintend his son Commodus's education,-and in six weeks he cashiered five of them;-I know very well, continued my father, that Commodus's mother was in love with a gladiator at the time of her conception, which accounts for a great many of Commodus's cruelties when he became emperor;-but still I am of opinion, that those five whom Antoninus dismissed, did Commodus's temper, in that short time, more hurt than the other nine were able to rectify all their lives long.

Now as I consider the person who is to be about my son, as the mirror in which he is to view himself from morning to night, by which he is to adjust his looks, his carriage, and perhaps the inmost sentiments of his heart;-I would have one, Yorick, if possible, polished at all points, fit for my child to look into.-This is very good sense, quoth my uncle Toby to himself.

-There is, continued my father, a certain mien and motion of the body and all its parts, both in acting and speaking, which argues a man well within; and I am not at all surprised that Gregory of n.a.z.ianzum, upon observing the hasty and untoward gestures of Julian, should foretel he would one day become an apostate;-or that St. Ambrose should turn his Amanuensis out of doors, because of an indecent motion of his head, which went backwards and forwards like a flail;-or that Democritus should conceive Protagoras to be a scholar, from seeing him bind up a f.a.ggot, and thrusting, as he did it, the small twigs inwards.-There are a thousand unnoticed openings, continued my father, which let a penetrating eye at once into a man's soul; and I maintain it, added he, that a man of sense does not lay down his hat in coming into a room,-or take it up in going out of it, but something escapes, which discovers him.

It is for these reasons, continued my father, that the governor I make choice of shall neither (Vid. Pellegrina.) lisp, or squint, or wink, or talk loud, or look fierce, or foolish;-or bite his lips, or grind his teeth, or speak through his nose, or pick it, or blow it with his fingers.-He shall neither walk fast,-or slow, or fold his arms,-for that is laziness;-or hang them down,-for that is folly; or hide them in his pocket, for that is nonsense.-

He shall neither strike, or pinch, or tickle-or bite, or cut his nails, or hawk, or spit, or snift, or drum with his feet or fingers in company;-nor (according to Erasmus) shall he speak to any one in making water,-nor shall he point to carrion or excrement.-Now this is all nonsense again, quoth my uncle Toby to himself.-

I will have him, continued my father, cheerful, facete, jovial; at the same time, prudent, attentive to business, vigilant, acute, argute, inventive, quick in resolving doubts and speculative questions;-he shall be wise, and judicious, and learned:-And why not humble, and moderate, and gentle-tempered, and good? said Yorick:-And why not, cried my uncle Toby, free, and generous, and bountiful, and brave?-He shall, my dear Toby, replied my father, getting up and shaking him by his hand.-Then, brother Shandy, answered my uncle Toby, raising himself off the chair, and laying down his pipe to take hold of my father's other hand,-I humbly beg I may recommend poor Le Fever's son to you;-a tear of joy of the first water sparkled in my uncle Toby's eye, and another, the fellow to it, in the corporal's, as the proposition was made;-you will see why when you read Le Fever's story:-fool that I was! nor can I recollect (nor perhaps you) without turning back to the place, what it was that hindered me from letting the corporal tell it in his own words;-but the occasion is lost,-I must tell it now in my own.

Chapter 3.XLIX.

The Story of Le Fever.

It was some time in the summer of that year in which Dendermond was taken by the allies,-which was about seven years before my father came into the country,-and about as many, after the time, that my uncle Toby and Trim had privately decamped from my father's house in town, in order to lay some of the finest sieges to some of the finest fortified cities in Europe-when my uncle Toby was one evening getting his supper, with Trim sitting behind him at a small sideboard,-I say, sitting-for in consideration of the corporal's lame knee (which sometimes gave him exquisite pain)-when my uncle Toby dined or supped alone, he would never suffer the corporal to stand; and the poor fellow's veneration for his master was such, that, with a proper artillery, my uncle Toby could have taken Dendermond itself, with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him; for many a time when my uncle Toby supposed the corporal's leg was at rest, he would look back, and detect him standing behind him with the most dutiful respect: this bred more little squabbles betwixt them, than all other causes for five-and-twenty years together-But this is neither here nor there-why do I mention it?-Ask my pen,-it governs me,-I govern not it.

He was one evening sitting thus at his supper, when the landlord of a little inn in the village came into the parlour, with an empty phial in his hand, to beg a gla.s.s or two of sack; 'Tis for a poor gentleman,-I think, of the army, said the landlord, who has been taken ill at my house four days ago, and has never held up his head since, or had a desire to taste any thing, till just now, that he has a fancy for a gla.s.s of sack and a thin toast,-I think, says he, taking his hand from his forehead, it would comfort me.-

-If I could neither beg, borrow, or buy such a thing-added the landlord,-I would almost steal it for the poor gentleman, he is so ill.-I hope in G.o.d he will still mend, continued he,-we are all of us concerned for him.

Thou art a good-natured soul, I will answer for thee, cried my uncle Toby; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a gla.s.s of sack thyself,-and take a couple of bottles with my service, and tell him he is heartily welcome to them, and to a dozen more if they will do him good.

Though I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compa.s.sionate fellow-Trim,-yet I cannot help entertaining a high opinion of his guest too; there must be something more than common in him, that in so short a time should win so much upon the affections of his host;-And of his whole family, added the corporal, for they are all concerned for him,.-Step after him, said my uncle Toby,-do Trim,-and ask if he knows his name.

-I have quite forgot it truly, said the landlord, coming back into the parlour with the corporal,-but I can ask his son again:-Has he a son with him then? said my uncle Toby.-A boy, replied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age;-but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day:-He has not stirred from the bed-side these two days.

My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the account; and Trim, without being ordered, took away, without saying one word, and in a few minutes after brought him his pipe and tobacco.

-Stay in the room a little, said my uncle Toby.

Trim!-said my uncle Toby, after he lighted his pipe, and smoak'd about a dozen whiffs.-Trim came in front of his master, and made his bow;-my uncle Toby smoak'd on, and said no more.-Corporal! said my uncle Toby-the corporal made his bow.-My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe.

Trim! said my uncle Toby, I have a project in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.-Your honour's roquelaure, replied the corporal, has not once been had on, since the night before your honour received your wound, when we mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of St. Nicholas;-and besides, it is so cold and rainy a night, that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin. I fear so, replied my uncle Toby; but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim, since the account the landlord has given me.-I wish I had not known so much of this affair,-added my uncle Toby,-or that I had known more of it:-How shall we manage it? Leave it, an't please your honour, to me, quoth the corporal;-I'll take my hat and stick and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.-Thou shalt go, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and here's a shilling for thee to drink with his servant.-I shall get it all out of him, said the corporal, shutting the door.

My uncle Toby filled his second pipe; and had it not been, that he now and then wandered from the point, with considering whether it was not full as well to have the curtain of the tennaile a straight line, as a crooked one,-he might be said to have thought of nothing else but poor Le Fever and his boy the whole time he smoaked it.

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