The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman
Part 9 out of 10
center of the current--
Fancy sits musing upon the bank, and with her eyes following the stream,
turns straws and bulrushes into masts and bow-sprits--And Desire, with vest
held up to the knee in one hand, snatches at them, as they swim by her,
with the other--
O ye water drinkers! is it then by this delusive fountain, that ye have so
often governed and turn'd this world about like a mill-wheel--grinding the
faces of the impotent--bepowdering their ribs--bepeppering their noses, and
changing sometimes even the very frame and face of nature--
If I was you, quoth Yorick, I would drink more water, Eugenius--And, if I
was you, Yorick, replied Eugenius, so would I.
Which shews they had both read Longinus--
For my own part, I am resolved never to read any book but my own, as long
as I live.
I wish my uncle Toby had been a water-drinker; for then the thing had been
accounted for, That the first moment Widow Wadman saw him, she felt
something stirring within her in his favour--Something!--something.
--Something perhaps more than friendship--less than love--something--no
matter what--no matter where--I would not give a single hair off my mule's
tail, and be obliged to pluck it off myself (indeed the villain has not
many to spare, and is not a little vicious into the bargain), to be let by
your worships into the secret--
But the truth is, my uncle Toby was not a water-drinker; he drank it
neither pure nor mix'd, or any how, or any where, except fortuitously upon
some advanced posts, where better liquor was not to be had--or during the
time he was under cure; when the surgeon telling him it would extend the
fibres, and bring them sooner into contact--my uncle Toby drank it for
Now as all the world knows, that no effect in nature can be produced
without a cause, and as it is as well known, that my uncle Toby was neither
a weaver--a gardener, or a gladiator--unless as a captain, you will needs
have him one--but then he was only a captain of foot--and besides, the
whole is an equivocation--There is nothing left for us to suppose, but that
my uncle Toby's leg--but that will avail us little in the present
hypothesis, unless it had proceeded from some ailment in the foot--whereas
his leg was not emaciated from any disorder in his foot--for my uncle
Toby's leg was not emaciated at all. It was a little stiff and awkward,
from a total disuse of it, for the three years he lay confined at my
father's house in town; but it was plump and muscular, and in all other
respects as good and promising a leg as the other.
I declare, I do not recollect any one opinion or passage of my life, where
my understanding was more at a loss to make ends meet, and torture the
chapter I had been writing, to the service of the chapter following it,
than in the present case: one would think I took a pleasure in running
into difficulties of this kind, merely to make fresh experiments of getting
out of 'em--Inconsiderate soul that thou art! What! are not the
unavoidable distresses with which, as an author and a man, thou art hemm'd
in on every side of thee--are they, Tristram, not sufficient, but thou must
entangle thyself still more?
Is it not enough that thou art in debt, and that thou hast ten cart-loads
of thy fifth and sixth volumes (Alluding to the first edition.) still--
still unsold, and art almost at thy wit's ends, how to get them off thy
To this hour art thou not tormented with the vile asthma that thou gattest
in skating against the wind in Flanders? and is it but two months ago, that
in a fit of laughter, on seeing a cardinal make water like a quirister
(with both hands) thou brakest a vessel in thy lungs, whereby, in two
hours, thou lost as many quarts of blood; and hadst thou lost as much more,
did not the faculty tell thee--it would have amounted to a gallon?--
--But for heaven's sake, let us not talk of quarts or gallons--let us take
the story straight before us; it is so nice and intricate a one, it will
scarce bear the transposition of a single tittle; and, somehow or other,
you have got me thrust almost into the middle of it--
--I beg we may take more care.
My uncle Toby and the corporal had posted down with so much heat and
precipitation, to take possession of the spot of ground we have so often
spoke of, in order to open their campaign as early as the rest of the
allies; that they had forgot one of the most necessary articles of the
whole affair, it was neither a pioneer's spade, a pickax, or a shovel--
--It was a bed to lie on: so that as Shandy-Hall was at that time
unfurnished; and the little inn where poor Le Fever died, not yet built; my
uncle Toby was constrained to accept of a bed at Mrs. Wadman's, for a night
or two, till corporal Trim (who to the character of an excellent valet,
groom, cook, sempster, surgeon, and engineer, super-added that of an
excellent upholsterer too), with the help of a carpenter and a couple of
taylors, constructed one in my uncle Toby's house.
A daughter of Eve, for such was widow Wadman, and 'tis all the character I
intend to give of her--
--'That she was a perfect woman--' had better be fifty leagues off--or in
her warm bed--or playing with a case-knife--or any thing you please--than
make a man the object of her attention, when the house and all the
furniture is her own.
There is nothing in it out of doors and in broad day-light, where a woman
has a power, physically speaking, of viewing a man in more lights than one-
-but here, for her soul, she can see him in no light without mixing
something of her own goods and chattels along with him--till by reiterated
acts of such combination, he gets foisted into her inventory--
--And then good night.
But this is not matter of System; for I have delivered that above--nor is
it matter of Breviary--for I make no man's creed but my own--nor matter of
Fact--at least that I know of; but 'tis matter copulative and introductory
to what follows.
I do not speak it with regard to the coarseness or cleanness of them--or
the strength of their gussets--but pray do not night-shifts differ from
day-shifts as much in this particular, as in any thing else in the world;
that they so far exceed the others in length, that when you are laid down
in them, they fall almost as much below the feet, as the day-shifts fall
short of them?
Widow Wadman's night-shifts (as was the mode I suppose in King William's
and Queen Anne's reigns) were cut however after this fashion; and if the
fashion is changed (for in Italy they are come to nothing)--so much the
worse for the public; they were two Flemish ells and a half in length, so
that allowing a moderate woman two ells, she had half an ell to spare, to
do what she would with.
Now from one little indulgence gained after another, in the many bleak and
decemberley nights of a seven years widow-hood, things had insensibly come
to this pass, and for the two last years had got establish'd into one of
the ordinances of the bed-chamber--That as soon as Mrs. Wadman was put to
bed, and had got her legs stretched down to the bottom of it, of which she
always gave Bridget notice--Bridget, with all suitable decorum, having
first open'd the bed-clothes at the feet, took hold of the half-ell of
cloth we are speaking of, and having gently, and with both her hands, drawn
it downwards to its furthest extension, and then contracted it again side-
long by four or five even plaits, she took a large corking-pin out of her
sleeve, and with the point directed towards her, pinn'd the plaits all fast
together a little above the hem; which done, she tuck'd all in tight at the
feet, and wish'd her mistress a good night.
This was constant, and without any other variation than this; that on
shivering and tempestuous nights, when Bridget untuck'd the feet of the
bed, &c. to do this--she consulted no thermometer but that of her own
passions; and so performed it standing--kneeling--or squatting, according
to the different degrees of faith, hope, and charity, she was in, and bore
towards her mistress that night. In every other respect, the etiquette was
sacred, and might have vied with the most mechanical one of the most
inflexible bed-chamber in Christendom.
The first night, as soon as the corporal had conducted my uncle Toby up
stairs, which was about ten--Mrs. Wadman threw herself into her arm-chair,
and crossing her left knee with her right, which formed a resting-place for
her elbow, she reclin'd her cheek upon the palm of her hand, and leaning
forwards, ruminated till midnight upon both sides of the question.
The second night she went to her bureau, and having ordered Bridget to
bring her up a couple of fresh candles and leave them upon the table, she
took out her marriage-settlement, and read it over with great devotion:
and the third night (which was the last of my uncle Toby's stay) when
Bridget had pull'd down the night-shift, and was assaying to stick in the
--With a kick of both heels at once, but at the same time the most natural
kick that could be kick'd in her situation--for supposing ......... to be
the sun in its meridian, it was a north-east kick--she kick'd the pin out
of her fingers--the etiquette which hung upon it, down--down it fell to the
ground, and was shiver'd into a thousand atoms.
From all which it was plain that widow Wadman was in love with my uncle
My uncle Toby's head at that time was full of other matters, so that it was
not till the demolition of Dunkirk, when all the other civilities of Europe
were settled, that he found leisure to return this.
This made an armistice (that is, speaking with regard to my uncle Toby--but
with respect to Mrs. Wadman, a vacancy)--of almost eleven years. But in
all cases of this nature, as it is the second blow, happen at what distance
of time it will, which makes the fray--I chuse for that reason to call
these the amours of my uncle Toby with Mrs. Wadman, rather than the amours
of Mrs. Wadman with my uncle Toby.
This is not a distinction without a difference.
It is not like the affair of an old hat cock'd--and a cock'd old hat, about
which your reverences have so often been at odds with one another--but
there is a difference here in the nature of things--
And let me tell you, gentry, a wide one too.
Now as widow Wadman did love my uncle Toby--and my uncle Toby did not love
widow Wadman, there was nothing for widow Wadman to do, but to go on and
love my uncle Toby--or let it alone.
Widow Wadman would do neither the one or the other.
--Gracious heaven!--but I forget I am a little of her temper myself; for
whenever it so falls out, which it sometimes does about the equinoxes, that
an earthly goddess is so much this, and that, and t'other, that I cannot
eat my breakfast for her--and that she careth not three halfpence whether I
eat my breakfast or no--
--Curse on her! and so I send her to Tartary, and from Tartary to Terra del
Fuogo, and so on to the devil: in short, there is not an infernal nitch
where I do not take her divinityship and stick it.
But as the heart is tender, and the passions in these tides ebb and flow
ten times in a minute, I instantly bring her back again; and as I do all
things in extremes, I place her in the very center of the milky-way--
Brightest of stars! thou wilt shed thy influence upon some one--
--The duce take her and her influence too--for at that word I lose all
patience--much good may it do him!--By all that is hirsute and gashly! I
cry, taking off my furr'd cap, and twisting it round my finger--I would not
give sixpence for a dozen such!
--But 'tis an excellent cap too (putting it upon my head, and pressing it
close to my ears)--and warm--and soft; especially if you stroke it the
right way--but alas! that will never be my luck--(so here my philosophy is
--No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my metaphor)-
Crust and Crumb
Inside and out
Top and bottom--I detest it, I hate it, I repudiate it--I'm sick at the
sight of it--
'Tis all pepper,
devil's dung--by the great arch-cooks of cooks, who does nothing, I think,
from morning to night, but sit down by the fire-side and invent
inflammatory dishes for us, I would not touch it for the world--
--O Tristram! Tristram! cried Jenny.
O Jenny! Jenny! replied I, and so went on with the thirty-sixth chapter.
--'Not touch it for the world,' did I say--
Lord, how I have heated my imagination with this metaphor!
Which shews, let your reverences and worships say what you will of it (for
as for thinking--all who do think--think pretty much alike both upon it and
other matters)--Love is certainly, at least alphabetically speaking, one of
D evilish affairs of life--the most
I racundulous (there is no K to it) and
L yrical of all human passions: at the same time, the most
R idiculous--though by the bye the R should have gone first--But in short
'tis of such a nature, as my father once told my uncle Toby upon the close
of a long dissertation upon the subject--'You can scarce,' said he,
'combine two ideas together upon it, brother Toby, without an hypallage'--
What's that? cried my uncle Toby.
The cart before the horse, replied my father--
--And what is he to do there? cried my uncle Toby.
Nothing, quoth my father, but to get in--or let it alone.
Now widow Wadman, as I told you before, would do neither the one or the
She stood however ready harnessed and caparisoned at all points, to watch
The Fates, who certainly all fore-knew of these amours of widow Wadman and
my uncle Toby, had, from the first creation of matter and motion (and with
more courtesy than they usually do things of this kind), established such a
chain of causes and effects hanging so fast to one another, that it was
scarce possible for my uncle Toby to have dwelt in any other house in the
world, or to have occupied any other garden in Christendom, but the very
house and garden which join'd and laid parallel to Mrs. Wadman's; this,
with the advantage of a thickset arbour in Mrs. Wadman's garden, but
planted in the hedge-row of my uncle Toby's, put all the occasions into her
hands which Love-militancy wanted; she could observe my uncle Toby's
motions, and was mistress likewise of his councils of war; and as his
unsuspecting heart had given leave to the corporal, through the mediation
of Bridget, to make her a wicker-gate of communication to enlarge her
walks, it enabled her to carry on her approaches to the very door of the
sentry-box; and sometimes out of gratitude, to make an attack, and
endeavour to blow my uncle Toby up in the very sentry-box itself.
It is a great pity--but 'tis certain from every day's observation of man,
that he may be set on fire like a candle, at either end--provided there is
a sufficient wick standing out; if there is not--there's an end of the
affair; and if there is--by lighting it at the bottom, as the flame in that
case has the misfortune generally to put out itself--there's an end of the
For my part, could I always have the ordering of it which way I would be
burnt myself--for I cannot bear the thoughts of being burnt like a beast--I
would oblige a housewife constantly to light me at the top; for then I
should burn down decently to the socket; that is, from my head to my heart,
from my heart to my liver, from my liver to my bowels, and so on by the
meseraick veins and arteries, through all the turns and lateral insertions
of the intestines and their tunicles to the blind gut--
--I beseech you, doctor Slop, quoth my uncle Toby, interrupting him as he
mentioned the blind gut, in a discourse with my father the night my mother
was brought to bed of me--I beseech you, quoth my uncle Toby, to tell me
which is the blind gut; for, old as I am, I vow I do not know to this day
where it lies.
The blind gut, answered doctor Slop, lies betwixt the Ilion and Colon--
In a man? said my father.
--'Tis precisely the same, cried doctor Slop, in a woman.--
That's more than I know; quoth my father.
--And so to make sure of both systems, Mrs. Wadman predetermined to light
my uncle Toby neither at this end or that; but, like a prodigal's candle,
to light him, if possible, at both ends at once.
Now, through all the lumber rooms of military furniture, including both of
horse and foot, from the great arsenal of Venice to the Tower of London
(exclusive), if Mrs. Wadman had been rummaging for seven years together,
and with Bridget to help her, she could not have found any one blind or
mantelet so fit for her purpose, as that which the expediency of my uncle
Toby's affairs had fix'd up ready to her hands.
I believe I have not told you--but I don't know--possibly I have--be it as
it will, 'tis one of the number of those many things, which a man had
better do over again, than dispute about it--That whatever town or fortress
the corporal was at work upon, during the course of their campaign, my
uncle Toby always took care, on the inside of his sentry-box, which was
towards his left hand, to have a plan of the place, fasten'd up with two or
three pins at the top, but loose at the bottom, for the conveniency of
holding it up to the eye, &c. . .as occasions required; so that when an
attack was resolved upon, Mrs. Wadman had nothing more to do, when she had
got advanced to the door of the sentry-box, but to extend her right hand;
and edging in her left foot at the same movement, to take hold of the map
or plan, or upright, or whatever it was, and with out-stretched neck
meeting it half way,--to advance it towards her; on which my uncle Toby's
passions were sure to catch fire--for he would instantly take hold of the
other corner of the map in his left hand, and with the end of his pipe in
the other, begin an explanation.
When the attack was advanced to this point;--the world will naturally enter
into the reasons of Mrs. Wadman's next stroke of generalship--which was, to
take my uncle Toby's tobacco-pipe out of his hand as soon as she possibly
could; which, under one pretence or other, but generally that of pointing
more distinctly at some redoubt or breastwork in the map, she would effect
before my uncle Toby (poor soul!) had well march'd above half a dozen
toises with it.
--It obliged my uncle Toby to make use of his forefinger.
The difference it made in the attack was this; That in going upon it, as in
the first case, with the end of her fore-finger against the end of my uncle
Toby's tobacco-pipe, she might have travelled with it, along the lines,
from Dan to Beersheba, had my uncle Toby's lines reach'd so far, without
any effect: For as there was no arterial or vital heat in the end of the
tobacco-pipe, it could excite no sentiment--it could neither give fire by
pulsation--or receive it by sympathy--'twas nothing but smoke.
Whereas, in following my uncle Toby's forefinger with hers, close thro' all
the little turns and indentings of his works--pressing sometimes against
the side of it--then treading upon its nail--then tripping it up--then
touching it here--then there, and so on--it set something at least in
This, tho' slight skirmishing, and at a distance from the main body, yet
drew on the rest; for here, the map usually falling with the back of it,
close to the side of the sentry-box, my uncle Toby, in the simplicity of
his soul, would lay his hand flat upon it, in order to go on with his
explanation; and Mrs. Wadman, by a manoeuvre as quick as thought, would as
certainly place her's close beside it; this at once opened a communication,
large enough for any sentiment to pass or re-pass, which a person skill'd
in the elementary and practical part of love-making, has occasion for--
By bringing up her forefinger parallel (as before) to my uncle Toby's--it
unavoidably brought the thumb into action--and the forefinger and thumb
being once engaged, as naturally brought in the whole hand. Thine, dear
uncle Toby! was never now in 'ts right place--Mrs. Wadman had it ever to
take up, or, with the gentlest pushings, protrusions, and equivocal
compressions, that a hand to be removed is capable of receiving--to get it
press'd a hair breadth of one side out of her way.
Whilst this was doing, how could she forget to make him sensible, that it
was her leg (and no one's else) at the bottom of the sentry-box, which
slightly press'd against the calf of his--So that my uncle Toby being thus
attack'd and sore push'd on both his wings--was it a wonder, if now and
then, it put his centre into disorder?--
--The duce take it! said my uncle Toby.
These attacks of Mrs. Wadman, you will readily conceive to be of different
kinds; varying from each other, like the attacks which history is full of,
and from the same reasons. A general looker-on would scarce allow them to
be attacks at all--or if he did, would confound them all together--but I
write not to them: it will be time enough to be a little more exact in my
descriptions of them, as I come up to them, which will not be for some
chapters; having nothing more to add in this, but that in a bundle of
original papers and drawings which my father took care to roll up by
themselves, there is a plan of Bouchain in perfect preservation (and shall
be kept so, whilst I have power to preserve any thing), upon the lower
corner of which, on the right hand side, there is still remaining the marks
of a snuffy finger and thumb, which there is all the reason in the world to
imagine, were Mrs. Wadman's; for the opposite side of the margin, which I
suppose to have been my uncle Toby's, is absolutely clean: This seems an
authenticated record of one of these attacks; for there are vestigia of the
two punctures partly grown up, but still visible on the opposite corner of
the map, which are unquestionably the very holes, through which it has been
pricked up in the sentry-box--
By all that is priestly! I value this precious relick, with its stigmata
and pricks, more than all the relicks of the Romish church--always
excepting, when I am writing upon these matters, the pricks which entered
the flesh of St. Radagunda in the desert, which in your road from Fesse to
Cluny, the nuns of that name will shew you for love.
I think, an' please your honour, quoth Trim, the fortifications are quite
destroyed--and the bason is upon a level with the mole--I think so too;
replied my uncle Toby with a sigh half suppress'd--but step into the
parlour, Trim, for the stipulation--it lies upon the table.
It has lain there these six weeks, replied the corporal, till this very
morning that the old woman kindled the fire with it--
--Then, said my uncle Toby, there is no further occasion for our services.
The more, an' please your honour, the pity, said the corporal; in uttering
which he cast his spade into the wheel-barrow, which was beside him, with
an air the most expressive of disconsolation that can be imagined, and was
heavily turning about to look for his pickax, his pioneer's shovel, his
picquets, and other little military stores, in order to carry them off the
field--when a heigh-ho! from the sentry-box, which being made of thin slit
deal, reverberated the sound more sorrowfully to his ear, forbad him.
--No; said the corporal to himself, I'll do it before his honour rises to-
morrow morning; so taking his spade out of the wheel-barrow again, with a
little earth in it, as if to level something at the foot of the glacis--but
with a real intent to approach nearer to his master, in order to divert
him--he loosen'd a sod or two--pared their edges with his spade, and having
given them a gentle blow or two with the back of it, he sat himself down
close by my uncle Toby's feet and began as follows.
It was a thousand pities--though I believe, an' please your honour, I am
going to say but a foolish kind of a thing for a soldier--
A soldier, cried my uncle Toby, interrupting the corporal, is no more
exempt from saying a foolish thing, Trim, than a man of letters--But not so
often, an' please your honour, replied the corporal--my uncle Toby gave a
It was a thousand pities then, said the corporal, casting his eye upon
Dunkirk, and the mole, as Servius Sulpicius, in returning out of Asia (when
he sailed from Aegina towards Megara), did upon Corinth and Pyreus--
--'It was a thousand pities, an' please your honour, to destroy these
works--and a thousand pities to have let them stood.'--
--Thou art right, Trim, in both cases; said my uncle Toby.--This, continued
the corporal, is the reason, that from the beginning of their demolition to
the end--I have never once whistled, or sung, or laugh'd, or cry'd, or
talk'd of past done deeds, or told your honour one story good or bad--
--Thou hast many excellencies, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and I hold it not
the least of them, as thou happenest to be a story-teller, that of the
number thou hast told me, either to amuse me in my painful hours, or divert
me in my grave ones--thou hast seldom told me a bad one--
--Because, an' please your honour, except one of a King of Bohemia and his
seven castles,--they are all true; for they are about myself--
I do not like the subject the worse, Trim, said my uncle Toby, on that
score: But prithee what is this story? thou hast excited my curiosity.
I'll tell it your honour, quoth the corporal, directly--Provided, said my
uncle Toby, looking earnestly towards Dunkirk and the mole again--provided
it is not a merry one; to such, Trim, a man should ever bring one half of
the entertainment along with him; and the disposition I am in at present
would wrong both thee, Trim, and thy story--It is not a merry one by any
means, replied the corporal--Nor would I have it altogether a grave one,
added my uncle Toby--It is neither the one nor the other, replied the
corporal, but will suit your honour exactly--Then I'll thank thee for it
with all my heart, cried my uncle Toby; so prithee begin it, Trim.
The corporal made his reverence; and though it is not so easy a matter as
the world imagines, to pull off a lank Montero-cap with grace--or a whit
less difficult, in my conceptions, when a man is sitting squat upon the
ground, to make a bow so teeming with respect as the corporal was wont; yet
by suffering the palm of his right hand, which was towards his master, to
slip backwards upon the grass, a little beyond his body, in order to allow
it the greater sweep--and by an unforced compression, at the same time, of
his cap with the thumb and the two forefingers of his left, by which the
diameter of the cap became reduced, so that it might be said, rather to be
insensibly squeez'd--than pull'd off with a flatus--the corporal acquitted
himself of both in a better manner than the posture of his affairs
promised; and having hemmed twice, to find in what key his story would best
go, and best suit his master's humour,--he exchanged a single look of
kindness with him, and set off thus.
The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles.
There was a certain king of Bo..he-
As the corporal was entering the confines of Bohemia, my uncle Toby obliged
him to halt for a single moment; he had set out bare-headed, having, since
he pull'd off his Montero-cap in the latter end of the last chapter, left
it lying beside him on the ground.
--The eye of Goodness espieth all things--so that before the corporal had
well got through the first five words of his story, had my uncle Toby twice
touch'd his Montero-cap with the end of his cane, interrogatively--as much
as to say, Why don't you put it on, Trim? Trim took it up with the most
respectful slowness, and casting a glance of humiliation as he did it, upon
the embroidery of the fore-part, which being dismally tarnish'd and fray'd
moreover in some of the principal leaves and boldest parts of the pattern,
he lay'd it down again between his two feet, in order to moralize upon the
--'Tis every word of it but too true, cried my uncle Toby, that thou art
about to observe--
'Nothing in this world, Trim, is made to last for ever.'
--But when tokens, dear Tom, of thy love and remembrance wear out, said
Trim, what shall we say?
There is no occasion, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, to say any thing else; and
was a man to puzzle his brains till Doom's day, I believe, Trim, it would
The corporal, perceiving my uncle Toby was in the right, and that it would
be in vain for the wit of man to think of extracting a purer moral from his
cap, without further attempting it, he put it on; and passing his hand
across his forehead to rub out a pensive wrinkle, which the text and the
doctrine between them had engender'd, he return'd, with the same look and
tone of voice, to his story of the king of Bohemia and his seven castles.
The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued.
There was a certain king of Bohemia, but in whose reign, except his own, I
am not able to inform your honour--
I do not desire it of thee, Trim, by any means, cried my uncle Toby.
--It was a little before the time, an' please your honour, when giants were
beginning to leave off breeding:--but in what year of our Lord that was--
I would not give a halfpenny to know, said my uncle Toby.
--Only, an' please your honour, it makes a story look the better in the
--'Tis thy own, Trim, so ornament it after thy own fashion; and take any
date, continued my uncle Toby, looking pleasantly upon him--take any date
in the whole world thou chusest, and put it to--thou art heartily welcome--
The corporal bowed; for of every century, and of every year of that
century, from the first creation of the world down to Noah's flood; and
from Noah's flood to the birth of Abraham; through all the pilgrimages of
the patriarchs, to the departure of the Israelites out of Egypt--and
throughout all the Dynasties, Olympiads, Urbeconditas, and other memorable
epochas of the different nations of the world, down to the coming of
Christ, and from thence to the very moment in which the corporal was
telling his story--had my uncle Toby subjected this vast empire of time and
all its abysses at his feet; but as Modesty scarce touches with a finger
what Liberality offers her with both hands open--the corporal contented
himself with the very worst year of the whole bunch; which, to prevent your
honours of the Majority and Minority from tearing the very flesh off your
bones in contestation, 'Whether that year is not always the last cast-year
of the last cast-almanack'--I tell you plainly it was; but from a different
reason than you wot of--
--It was the year next him--which being the year of our Lord seventeen
hundred and twelve, when the Duke of Ormond was playing the devil in
Flanders--the corporal took it, and set out with it afresh on his
expedition to Bohemia.
The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued.
In the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and twelve, there was,
an' please your honour--
--To tell thee truly, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, any other date would have
pleased me much better, not only on account of the sad stain upon our
history that year, in marching off our troops, and refusing to cover the
siege of Quesnoi, though Fagel was carrying on the works with such
incredible vigour--but likewise on the score, Trim, of thy own story;
because if there are--and which, from what thou hast dropt, I partly
suspect to be the fact--if there are giants in it--
There is but one, an' please your honour--
--'Tis as bad as twenty, replied my uncle Toby--thou should'st have carried
him back some seven or eight hundred years out of harm's way, both of
critics and other people: and therefore I would advise thee, if ever thou
tellest it again--
--If I live, an' please your honour, but once to get through it, I will
never tell it again, quoth Trim, either to man, woman, or child--Poo--poo!
said my uncle Toby--but with accents of such sweet encouragement did he
utter it, that the corporal went on with his story with more alacrity than
The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued.
There was, an' please your honour, said the corporal, raising his voice and
rubbing the palms of his two hands cheerily together as he begun, a certain
king of Bohemia--
--Leave out the date entirely, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, leaning forwards,
and laying his hand gently upon the corporal's shoulder to temper the
interruption--leave it out entirely, Trim; a story passes very well without
these niceties, unless one is pretty sure of 'em--Sure of 'em! said the
corporal, shaking his head--
Right; answered my uncle Toby, it is not easy, Trim, for one, bred up as
thou and I have been to arms, who seldom looks further forward than to the
end of his musket, or backwards beyond his knapsack, to know much about
this matter--God bless your honour! said the corporal, won by the manner of
my uncle Toby's reasoning, as much as by the reasoning itself, he has
something else to do; if not on action, or a march, or upon duty in his
garrison--he has his firelock, an' please your honour, to furbish--his
accoutrements to take care of--his regimentals to mend--himself to shave
and keep clean, so as to appear always like what he is upon the parade;
what business, added the corporal triumphantly, has a soldier, an' please
your honour, to know any thing at all of geography?
--Thou would'st have said chronology, Trim, said my uncle Toby; for as for
geography, 'tis of absolute use to him; he must be acquainted intimately
with every country and its boundaries where his profession carries him; he
should know every town and city, and village and hamlet, with the canals,
the roads, and hollow ways which lead up to them; there is not a river or a
rivulet he passes, Trim, but he should be able at first sight to tell thee
what is its name--in what mountains it takes its rise--what is its course--
how far it is navigable--where fordable--where not; he should know the
fertility of every valley, as well as the hind who ploughs it; and be able
to describe, or, if it is required, to give thee an exact map of all the
plains and defiles, the forts, the acclivities, the woods and morasses,
thro' and by which his army is to march; he should know their produce,
their plants, their minerals, their waters, their animals, their seasons,
their climates, their heats and cold, their inhabitants, their customs,
their language, their policy, and even their religion.
Is it else to be conceived, corporal, continued my uncle Toby, rising up in
his sentry-box, as he began to warm in this part of his discourse--how
Marlborough could have marched his army from the banks of the Maes to
Belburg; from Belburg to Kerpenord--(here the corporal could sit no longer)
from Kerpenord, Trim, to Kalsaken; from Kalsaken to Newdorf; from Newdorf
to Landenbourg; from Landenbourg to Mildenheim; from Mildenheim to
Elchingen; from Elchingen to Gingen; from Gingen to Balmerchoffen; from
Balmerchoffen to Skellenburg, where he broke in upon the enemy's works;
forced his passage over the Danube; cross'd the Lech--push'd on his troops
into the heart of the empire, marching at the head of them through
Fribourg, Hokenwert, and Schonevelt, to the plains of Blenheim and
Hochstet?--Great as he was, corporal, he could not have advanced a step, or
made one single day's march without the aids of Geography.--As for
Chronology, I own, Trim, continued my uncle Toby, sitting down again coolly
in his sentry-box, that of all others, it seems a science which the soldier
might best spare, was it not for the lights which that science must one day
give him, in determining the invention of powder; the furious execution of
which, renversing every thing like thunder before it, has become a new aera
to us of military improvements, changing so totally the nature of attacks
and defences both by sea and land, and awakening so much art and skill in
doing it, that the world cannot be too exact in ascertaining the precise
time of its discovery, or too inquisitive in knowing what great man was the
discoverer, and what occasions gave birth to it.
I am far from controverting, continued my uncle Toby, what historians agree
in, that in the year of our Lord 1380, under the reign of Wencelaus, son of
Charles the Fourth--a certain priest, whose name was Schwartz, shew'd the
use of powder to the Venetians, in their wars against the Genoese; but 'tis
certain he was not the first; because if we are to believe Don Pedro, the
bishop of Leon--How came priests and bishops, an' please your honour, to
trouble their heads so much about gun-powder? God knows, said my uncle
Toby--his providence brings good out of every thing--and he avers, in his
chronicle of King Alphonsus, who reduced Toledo, That in the year 1343,
which was full thirty-seven years before that time, the secret of powder
was well known, and employed with success, both by Moors and Christians,
not only in their sea-combats, at that period, but in many of their most
memorable sieges in Spain and Barbary--And all the world knows, that Friar
Bacon had wrote expressly about it, and had generously given the world a
receipt to make it by, above a hundred and fifty years before even Schwartz
was born--And that the Chinese, added my uncle Toby, embarrass us, and all
accounts of it, still more, by boasting of the invention some hundreds of
years even before him--
They are a pack of liars, I believe, cried Trim--
--They are somehow or other deceived, said my uncle Toby, in this matter,
as is plain to me from the present miserable state of military architecture
amongst them; which consists of nothing more than a fosse with a brick wall
without flanks--and for what they gave us as a bastion at each angle of it,
'tis so barbarously constructed, that it looks for all the world--Like one
of my seven castles, an' please your honour, quoth Trim.
My uncle Toby, tho' in the utmost distress for a comparison, most
courteously refused Trim's offer--till Trim telling him, he had half a
dozen more in Bohemia, which he knew not how to get off his hands--my uncle
Toby was so touch'd with the pleasantry of heart of the corporal--that he
discontinued his dissertation upon gun-powder--and begged the corporal
forthwith to go on with his story of the King of Bohemia and his seven
The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued.
This unfortunate King of Bohemia, said Trim,--Was he unfortunate, then?
cried my uncle Toby, for he had been so wrapt up in his dissertation upon
gun-powder, and other military affairs, that tho' he had desired the
corporal to go on, yet the many interruptions he had given, dwelt not so
strong upon his fancy as to account for the epithet--Was he unfortunate,
then, Trim? said my uncle Toby, pathetically--The corporal, wishing first
the word and all its synonimas at the devil, forthwith began to run back in
his mind, the principal events in the King of Bohemia's story; from every
one of which, it appearing that he was the most fortunate man that ever
existed in the world--it put the corporal to a stand: for not caring to
retract his epithet--and less to explain it--and least of all, to twist his
tale (like men of lore) to serve a system--he looked up in my uncle Toby's
face for assistance--but seeing it was the very thing my uncle Toby sat in
expectation of himself--after a hum and a haw, he went on--
The King of Bohemia, an' please your honour, replied the corporal, was
unfortunate, as thus--That taking great pleasure and delight in navigation
and all sort of sea affairs--and there happening throughout the whole
kingdom of Bohemia, to be no sea-port town whatever--
How the duce should there--Trim? cried my uncle Toby; for Bohemia being
totally inland, it could have happen'd no otherwise--It might, said Trim,
if it had pleased God--
My uncle Toby never spoke of the being and natural attributes of God, but
with diffidence and hesitation--
--I believe not, replied my uncle Toby, after some pause--for being inland,
as I said, and having Silesia and Moravia to the east; Lusatia and Upper
Saxony to the north; Franconia to the west; and Bavaria to the south;
Bohemia could not have been propell'd to the sea without ceasing to be
Bohemia--nor could the sea, on the other hand, have come up to Bohemia,
without overflowing a great part of Germany, and destroying millions of
unfortunate inhabitants who could make no defence against it--Scandalous!
cried Trim--Which would bespeak, added my uncle Toby, mildly, such a want
of compassion in him who is the father of it--that, I think, Trim--the
thing could have happen'd no way.
The corporal made the bow of unfeign'd conviction; and went on.
Now the King of Bohemia with his queen and courtiers happening one fine
summer's evening to walk out--Aye! there the word happening is right, Trim,
cried my uncle Toby; for the King of Bohemia and his queen might have
walk'd out or let it alone:--'twas a matter of contingency, which might
happen, or not, just as chance ordered it.
King William was of an opinion, an' please your honour, quoth Trim, that
every thing was predestined for us in this world; insomuch, that he would
often say to his soldiers, that 'every ball had its billet.' He was a
great man, said my uncle Toby--And I believe, continued Trim, to this day,
that the shot which disabled me at the battle of Landen, was pointed at my
knee for no other purpose, but to take me out of his service, and place me
in your honour's, where I should be taken so much better care of in my old
age--It shall never, Trim, be construed otherwise, said my uncle Toby.
The heart, both of the master and the man, were alike subject to sudden
over-flowings;--a short silence ensued.
Besides, said the corporal, resuming the discourse--but in a gayer accent--
if it had not been for that single shot, I had never, 'an please your
honour, been in love--
So, thou wast once in love, Trim! said my uncle Toby, smiling--
Souse! replied the corporal--over head and ears! an' please your honour.
Prithee when? where?--and how came it to pass?--I never heard one word of
it before; quoth my uncle Toby:--I dare say, answered Trim, that every
drummer and serjeant's son in the regiment knew of it--It's high time I
should--said my uncle Toby.
Your honour remembers with concern, said the corporal, the total rout and
confusion of our camp and army at the affair of Landen; every one was left
to shift for himself; and if it had not been for the regiments of Wyndham,
Lumley, and Galway, which covered the retreat over the bridge Neerspeeken,
the king himself could scarce have gained it--he was press'd hard, as your
honour knows, on every side of him--
Gallant mortal! cried my uncle Toby, caught up with enthusiasm--this
moment, now that all is lost, I see him galloping across me, corporal, to
the left, to bring up the remains of the English horse along with him to
support the right, and tear the laurel from Luxembourg's brows, if yet 'tis
possible--I see him with the knot of his scarfe just shot off, infusing
fresh spirits into poor Galway's regiment--riding along the line--then
wheeling about, and charging Conti at the head of it--Brave, brave, by
heaven! cried my uncle Toby--he deserves a crown--As richly, as a thief a
halter; shouted Trim.
My uncle Toby knew the corporal's loyalty;--otherwise the comparison was
not at all to his mind--it did not altogether strike the corporal's fancy
when he had made it--but it could not be recall'd--so he had nothing to do,
As the number of wounded was prodigious, and no one had time to think of
any thing but his own safety--Though Talmash, said my uncle Toby, brought
off the foot with great prudence--But I was left upon the field, said the
corporal. Thou wast so; poor fellow! replied my uncle Toby--So that it was
noon the next day, continued the corporal, before I was exchanged, and put
into a cart with thirteen or fourteen more, in order to be convey'd to our
There is no part of the body, an' please your honour, where a wound
occasions more intolerable anguish than upon the knee--
Except the groin; said my uncle Toby. An' please your honour, replied the
corporal, the knee, in my opinion, must certainly be the most acute, there
being so many tendons and what-d'ye-call-'ems all about it.
It is for that reason, quoth my uncle Toby, that the groin is infinitely
more sensible--there being not only as many tendons and what-d'ye-call-'ems
(for I know their names as little as thou dost)--about it--but moreover
Mrs. Wadman, who had been all the time in her arbour--instantly stopp'd her
breath--unpinn'd her mob at the chin, and stood upon one leg--
The dispute was maintained with amicable and equal force betwixt my uncle
Toby and Trim for some time; till Trim at length recollecting that he had
often cried at his master's sufferings, but never shed a tear at his own--
was for giving up the point, which my uncle Toby would not allow--'Tis a
proof of nothing, Trim, said he, but the generosity of thy temper--
So that whether the pain of a wound in the groin (caeteris paribus) is
greater than the pain of a wound in the knee--or
Whether the pain of a wound in the knee is not greater than the pain of a
wound in the groin--are points which to this day remain unsettled.
The anguish of my knee, continued the corporal, was excessive in itself;
and the uneasiness of the cart, with the roughness of the roads, which were
terribly cut up--making bad still worse--every step was death to me: so
that with the loss of blood, and the want of care-taking of me, and a fever
I felt coming on besides--(Poor soul! said my uncle Toby)--all together,
an' please your honour, was more than I could sustain.
I was telling my sufferings to a young woman at a peasant's house, where
our cart, which was the last of the line, had halted; they had help'd me
in, and the young woman had taken a cordial out of her pocket and dropp'd
it upon some sugar, and seeing it had cheer'd me, she had given it me a
second and a third time--So I was telling her, an' please your honour, the
anguish I was in, and was saying it was so intolerable to me, that I had
much rather lie down upon the bed, turning my face towards one which was in
the corner of the room--and die, than go on--when, upon her attempting to
lead me to it, I fainted away in her arms. She was a good soul! as your
honour, said the corporal, wiping his eyes, will hear.
I thought love had been a joyous thing, quoth my uncle Toby.
'Tis the most serious thing, an' please your honour (sometimes), that is in
By the persuasion of the young woman, continued the corporal, the cart with
the wounded men set off without me: she had assured them I should expire
immediately if I was put into the cart. So when I came to myself--I found
myself in a still quiet cottage, with no one but the young woman, and the
peasant and his wife. I was laid across the bed in the corner of the room,
with my wounded leg upon a chair, and the young woman beside me, holding
the corner of her handkerchief dipp'd in vinegar to my nose with one hand,
and rubbing my temples with the other.
I took her at first for the daughter of the peasant (for it was no inn)--so
had offer'd her a little purse with eighteen florins, which my poor brother
Tom (here Trim wip'd his eyes) had sent me as a token, by a recruit, just
before he set out for Lisbon--
--I never told your honour that piteous story yet--here Trim wiped his eyes
a third time.
The young woman call'd the old man and his wife into the room, to shew them
the money, in order to gain me credit for a bed and what little necessaries
I should want, till I should be in a condition to be got to the hospital--
Come then! said she, tying up the little purse--I'll be your banker--but as
that office alone will not keep me employ'd, I'll be your nurse too.
I thought by her manner of speaking this, as well as by her dress, which I
then began to consider more attentively--that the young woman could not be
the daughter of the peasant.
She was in black down to her toes, with her hair conceal'd under a cambric
border, laid close to her forehead: she was one of those kind of nuns, an'
please your honour, of which, your honour knows, there are a good many in
Flanders, which they let go loose--By thy description, Trim, said my uncle
Toby, I dare say she was a young Beguine, of which there are none to be
found any where but in the Spanish Netherlands--except at Amsterdam--they
differ from nuns in this, that they can quit their cloister if they choose
to marry; they visit and take care of the sick by profession--I had rather,
for my own part, they did it out of good-nature.
--She often told me, quoth Trim, she did it for the love of Christ--I did
not like it.--I believe, Trim, we are both wrong, said my uncle Toby--we'll
ask Mr. Yorick about it to-night at my brother Shandy's--so put me in mind;
added my uncle Toby.
The young Beguine, continued the corporal, had scarce given herself time to
tell me 'she would be my nurse,' when she hastily turned about to begin the
office of one, and prepare something for me--and in a short time--though I
thought it a long one--she came back with flannels, &c. &c. and having
fomented my knee soundly for a couple of hours, &c. and made me a thin
bason of gruel for my supper--she wish'd me rest, and promised to be with
me early in the morning.--She wish'd me, an' please your honour, what was
not to be had. My fever ran very high that night--her figure made sad
disturbance within me--I was every moment cutting the world in two--to give
her half of it--and every moment was I crying, That I had nothing but a
knapsack and eighteen florins to share with her--The whole night long was
the fair Beguine, like an angel, close by my bed-side, holding back my
curtain and offering me cordials--and I was only awakened from my dream by
her coming there at the hour promised, and giving them in reality. In
truth, she was scarce ever from me; and so accustomed was I to receive life
from her hands, that my heart sickened, and I lost colour when she left the
room: and yet, continued the corporal (making one of the strangest
reflections upon it in the world)--
--'It was not love'--for during the three weeks she was almost constantly
with me, fomenting my knee with her hand, night and day--I can honestly
say, an' please your honour--that. . .once.
That was very odd, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby.
I think so too--said Mrs. Wadman.
It never did, said the corporal.
--But 'tis no marvel, continued the corporal--seeing my uncle Toby musing
upon it--for Love, an' please your honour, is exactly like war, in this;
that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete o'Saturday
night,--may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morning--It
happened so here, an' please your honour, with this difference only--that
it was on Sunday in the afternoon, when I fell in love all at once with a
sisserara--It burst upon me, an' please your honour, like a bomb--scarce
giving me time to say, 'God bless me.'
I thought, Trim, said my uncle Toby, a man never fell in love so very
Yes, an' please your honour, if he is in the way of it--replied Trim.
I prithee, quoth my uncle Toby, inform me how this matter happened.
--With all pleasure, said the corporal, making a bow.
I had escaped, continued the corporal, all that time from falling in love,
and had gone on to the end of the chapter, had it not been predestined
otherwise--there is no resisting our fate.
It was on a Sunday, in the afternoon, as I told your honour.
The old man and his wife had walked out--
Every thing was still and hush as midnight about the house--
There was not so much as a duck or a duckling about the yard--
--When the fair Beguine came in to see me.
My wound was then in a fair way of doing well--the inflammation had been
gone off for some time, but it was succeeded with an itching both above and
below my knee, so insufferable, that I had not shut my eyes the whole night
Let me see it, said she, kneeling down upon the ground parallel to my knee,
and laying her hand upon the part below it--it only wants rubbing a little,
said the Beguine; so covering it with the bed-clothes, she began with the
fore-finger of her right hand to rub under my knee, guiding her fore-finger
backwards and forwards by the edge of the flannel which kept on the
In five or six minutes I felt slightly the end of her second finger--and
presently it was laid flat with the other, and she continued rubbing in
that way round and round for a good while; it then came into my head, that
I should fall in love--I blush'd when I saw how white a hand she had--I
shall never, an' please your honour, behold another hand so white whilst I
--Not in that place, said my uncle Toby--
Though it was the most serious despair in nature to the corporal--he could
not forbear smiling.
The young Beguine, continued the corporal, perceiving it was of great
service to me--from rubbing for some time, with two fingers--proceeded to
rub at length, with three--till by little and little she brought down the
fourth, and then rubb'd with her whole hand: I will never say another
word, an' please your honour, upon hands again--but it was softer than
--Prithee, Trim, commend it as much as thou wilt, said my uncle Toby; I
shall hear thy story with the more delight--The corporal thank'd his master
most unfeignedly; but having nothing to say upon the Beguine's hand but the
same over again--he proceeded to the effects of it.
The fair Beguine, said the corporal, continued rubbing with her whole hand
under my knee--till I fear'd her zeal would weary her--'I would do a
thousand times more,' said she, 'for the love of Christ'--In saying which,
she pass'd her hand across the flannel, to the part above my knee, which I
had equally complain'd of, and rubb'd it also.
I perceiv'd, then, I was beginning to be in love--
As she continued rub-rub-rubbing--I felt it spread from under her hand, an'
please your honour, to every part of my frame--
The more she rubb'd, and the longer strokes she took--the more the fire
kindled in my veins--till at length, by two or three strokes longer than
the rest--my passion rose to the highest pitch--I seiz'd her hand--
--And then thou clapped'st it to thy lips, Trim, said my uncle Toby--and
madest a speech.
Whether the corporal's amour terminated precisely in the way my uncle Toby
described it, is not material; it is enough that it contained in it the
essence of all the love romances which ever have been wrote since the
beginning of the world.
As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amour--or rather my
uncle Toby for him--Mrs. Wadman silently sallied forth from her arbour,
replaced the pin in her mob, pass'd the wicker gate, and advanced slowly
towards my uncle Toby's sentry-box: the disposition which Trim had made in
my uncle Toby's mind, was too favourable a crisis to be let slipp'd--
--The attack was determin'd upon: it was facilitated still more by my
uncle Toby's having ordered the corporal to wheel off the pioneer's shovel,
the spade, the pick-axe, the picquets, and other military stores which lay
scatter'd upon the ground where Dunkirk stood--The corporal had march'd--
the field was clear.
Now, consider, sir, what nonsense it is, either in fighting, or writing, or
any thing else (whether in rhyme to it, or not) which a man has occasion to
do--to act by plan: for if ever Plan, independent of all circumstances,
deserved registering in letters of gold (I mean in the archives of Gotham)-
-it was certainly the Plan of Mrs. Wadman's attack of my uncle Toby in his
sentry-box, By Plan--Now the plan hanging up in it at this juncture, being
the Plan of Dunkirk--and the tale of Dunkirk a tale of relaxation, it
opposed every impression she could make: and besides, could she have gone
upon it--the manoeuvre of fingers and hands in the attack of the sentry-
box, was so outdone by that of the fair Beguine's, in Trim's story--that
just then, that particular attack, however successful before--became the
most heartless attack that could be made--
O! let woman alone for this. Mrs. Wadman had scarce open'd the wicker-
gate, when her genius sported with the change of circumstances.
--She formed a new attack in a moment.
--I am half distracted, captain Shandy, said Mrs. Wadman, holding up her
cambrick handkerchief to her left eye, as she approach'd the door of my
uncle Toby's sentry-box--a mote--or sand--or something--I know not what,
has got into this eye of mine--do look into it--it is not in the white--
In saying which, Mrs. Wadman edged herself close in beside my uncle Toby,
and squeezing herself down upon the corner of his bench, she gave him an
opportunity of doing it without rising up--Do look into it--said she.
Honest soul! thou didst look into it with as much innocency of heart, as
ever child look'd into a raree-shew-box; and 'twere as much a sin to have
--If a man will be peeping of his own accord into things of that nature--
I've nothing to say to it--
My uncle Toby never did: and I will answer for him, that he would have sat
quietly upon a sofa from June to January (which, you know, takes in both
the hot and cold months), with an eye as fine as the Thracian Rodope's
(Rodope Thracia tam inevitabili fascino instructa, tam exacte oculus
intuens attraxit, ut si in illam quis incidisset, fieri non posset, quin
caperetur.--I know not who.) besides him, without being able to tell,
whether it was a black or blue one.
The difficulty was to get my uncle Toby, to look at one at all.
'Tis surmounted. And
I see him yonder with his pipe pendulous in his hand, and the ashes falling
out of it--looking--and looking--then rubbing his eyes--and looking again,
with twice the good-nature that ever Galileo look'd for a spot in the sun.
--In vain! for by all the powers which animate the organ--Widow Wadman's
left eye shines this moment as lucid as her right--there is neither mote,
or sand, or dust, or chaff, or speck, or particle of opake matter floating
in it--There is nothing, my dear paternal uncle! but one lambent delicious
fire, furtively shooting out from every part of it, in all directions, into
--If thou lookest, uncle Toby, in search of this mote one moment longer,--
thou art undone.
An eye is for all the world exactly like a cannon, in this respect; That it
is not so much the eye or the cannon, in themselves, as it is the carriage
of the eye--and the carriage of the cannon, by which both the one and the
other are enabled to do so much execution. I don't think the comparison a
bad one: However, as 'tis made and placed at the head of the chapter, as
much for use as ornament, all I desire in return, is, that whenever I speak
of Mrs. Wadman's eyes (except once in the next period), that you keep it in
I protest, Madam, said my uncle Toby, I can see nothing whatever in your
It is not in the white; said Mrs. Wadman: my uncle Toby look'd with might
and main into the pupil--
Now of all the eyes which ever were created--from your own, Madam, up to
those of Venus herself, which certainly were as venereal a pair of eyes as
ever stood in a head--there never was an eye of them all, so fitted to rob
my uncle Toby of his repose, as the very eye, at which he was looking--it
was not, Madam a rolling eye--a romping or a wanton one--nor was it an eye
sparkling--petulant or imperious--of high claims and terrifying exactions,
which would have curdled at once that milk of human nature, of which my
uncle Toby was made up--but 'twas an eye full of gentle salutations--and
soft responses--speaking--not like the trumpet stop of some ill-made organ,
in which many an eye I talk to, holds coarse converse--but whispering soft-
-like the last low accent of an expiring saint--'How can you live
comfortless, captain Shandy, and alone, without a bosom to lean your head
on--or trust your cares to?'
It was an eye--
But I shall be in love with it myself, if I say another word about it.
--It did my uncle Toby's business.
There is nothing shews the character of my father and my uncle Toby, in a
more entertaining light, than their different manner of deportment, under
the same accident--for I call not love a misfortune, from a persuasion,
that a man's heart is ever the better for it--Great God! what must my uncle
Toby's have been, when 'twas all benignity without it.
My father, as appears from many of his papers, was very subject to this
passion, before he married--but from a little subacid kind of drollish
impatience in his nature, whenever it befell him, he would never submit to
it like a christian; but would pish, and huff, and bounce, and kick, and
play the Devil, and write the bitterest Philippicks against the eye that
ever man wrote--there is one in verse upon somebody's eye or other, that
for two or three nights together, had put him by his rest; which in his
first transport of resentment against it, he begins thus:
'A Devil 'tis--and mischief such doth work
As never yet did Pagan, Jew, or Turk.'
(This will be printed with my father's Life of Socrates, &c. &c.)
In short, during the whole paroxism, my father was all abuse and foul
language, approaching rather towards malediction--only he did not do it
with as much method as Ernulphus--he was too impetuous; nor with
Ernulphus's policy--for tho' my father, with the most intolerant spirit,
would curse both this and that, and every thing under heaven, which was
either aiding or abetting to his love--yet never concluded his chapter of
curses upon it, without cursing himself in at the bargain, as one of the
most egregious fools and cox-combs, he would say, that ever was let loose
in the world.
My uncle Toby, on the contrary, took it like a lamb--sat still and let the
poison work in his veins without resistance--in the sharpest exacerbations
of his wound (like that on his groin) he never dropt one fretful or
discontented word--he blamed neither heaven nor earth--or thought or spoke
an injurious thing of any body, or any part of it; he sat solitary and
pensive with his pipe--looking at his lame leg--then whiffing out a
sentimental heigh ho! which mixing with the smoke, incommoded no one
He took it like a lamb--I say.
In truth he had mistook it at first; for having taken a ride with my
father, that very morning, to save if possible a beautiful wood, which the
dean and chapter were hewing down to give to the poor (Mr. Shandy must mean
the poor in spirit; inasmuch as they divided the money amongst
themselves.); which said wood being in full view of my uncle Toby's house,
and of singular service to him in his description of the battle of
Wynnendale--by trotting on too hastily to save it--upon an uneasy saddle--
worse horse, &c. &c. . .it had so happened, that the serous part of the
blood had got betwixt the two skins, in the nethermost part of my uncle
Toby--the first shootings of which (as my uncle Toby had no experience of
love) he had taken for a part of the passion--till the blister breaking in
the one case--and the other remaining--my uncle Toby was presently
convinced, that his wound was not a skin-deep wound--but that it had gone
to his heart.
The world is ashamed of being virtuous--my uncle Toby knew little of the
world; and therefore when he felt he was in love with widow Wadman, he had
no conception that the thing was any more to be made a mystery of, than if
Mrs. Wadman had given him a cut with a gap'd knife across his finger: Had
it been otherwise--yet as he ever look'd upon Trim as a humble friend; and
saw fresh reasons every day of his life, to treat him as such--it would
have made no variation in the manner in which he informed him of the
'I am in love, corporal!' quoth my uncle Toby.
In love!--said the corporal--your honour was very well the day before
yesterday, when I was telling your honour of the story of the King of
Bohemia--Bohemia! said my uncle Toby. . .musing a long time. . .What became
of that story, Trim?
--We lost it, an' please your honour, somehow betwixt us--but your honour
was as free from love then, as I am--'twas just whilst thou went'st off
with the wheel-barrow--with Mrs. Wadman, quoth my uncle Toby--She has left
a ball here--added my uncle Toby--pointing to his breast--
--She can no more, an' please your honour, stand a siege, than she can fly-
-cried the corporal--
--But as we are neighbours, Trim,--the best way I think is to let her know
it civilly first--quoth my uncle Toby.
Now if I might presume, said the corporal, to differ from your honour--
--Why else do I talk to thee, Trim? said my uncle Toby, mildly--
--Then I would begin, an' please your honour, with making a good thundering
attack upon her, in return--and telling her civilly afterwards--for if she
knows any thing of your honour's being in love, before hand--L..d help
her!--she knows no more at present of it, Trim, said my uncle Toby--than
the child unborn--
Mrs. Wadman had told it, with all its circumstances, to Mrs. Bridget
twenty-four hours before; and was at that very moment sitting in council
with her, touching some slight misgivings with regard to the issue of the
affairs, which the Devil, who never lies dead in a ditch, had put into her
head--before he would allow half time, to get quietly through her Te Deum.
I am terribly afraid, said widow Wadman, in case I should marry him,
Bridget--that the poor captain will not enjoy his health, with the
monstrous wound upon his groin--
It may not, Madam, be so very large, replied Bridget, as you think--and I
believe, besides, added she--that 'tis dried up--
--I could like to know--merely for his sake, said Mrs. Wadman--
--We'll know and long and the broad of it, in ten days--answered Mrs.
Bridget, for whilst the captain is paying his addresses to you--I'm
confident Mr. Trim will be for making love to me--and I'll let him as much
as he will--added Bridget--to get it all out of him--
The measures were taken at once--and my uncle Toby and the corporal went on
Now, quoth the corporal, setting his left hand a-kimbo, and giving such a
flourish with his right, as just promised success--and no more--if your
honour will give me leave to lay down the plan of this attack--
--Thou wilt please me by it, Trim, said my uncle Toby, exceedingly--and as
I foresee thou must act in it as my aid de camp, here's a crown, corporal,
to begin with, to steep thy commission.
Then, an' please your honour, said the corporal (making a bow first for his
commission)--we will begin with getting your honour's laced clothes out of
the great campaign-trunk, to be well air'd, and have the blue and gold
taken up at the sleeves--and I'll put your white ramallie-wig fresh into
pipes--and send for a taylor, to have your honour's thin scarlet breeches
--I had better take the red plush ones, quoth my uncle Toby--They will be
too clumsy--said the corporal.
--Thou wilt get a brush and a little chalk to my sword--'Twill be only in
your honour's way, replied Trim.
--But your honour's two razors shall be new set--and I will get my Montero
cap furbish'd up, and put on poor lieutenant Le Fever's regimental coat,
which your honour gave me to wear for his sake--and as soon as your honour
is clean shaved--and has got your clean shirt on, with your blue and gold,
or your fine scarlet--sometimes one and sometimes t'other--and every thing
is ready for the attack--we'll march up boldly, as if 'twas to the face of
a bastion; and whilst your honour engages Mrs. Wadman in the parlour, to
the right--I'll attack Mrs. Bridget in the kitchen, to the left; and having
seiz'd the pass, I'll answer for it, said the corporal, snapping his
fingers over his head--that the day is our own.
I wish I may but manage it right; said my uncle Toby--but I declare,
corporal, I had rather march up to the very edge of a trench--
--A woman is quite a different thing--said the corporal.
--I suppose so, quoth my uncle Toby.
If any thing in this world, which my father said, could have provoked my
uncle Toby, during the time he was in love, it was the perverse use my
father was always making of an expression of Hilarion the hermit; who, in
speaking of his abstinence, his watchings, flagellations, and other
instrumental parts of his religion--would say--tho' with more facetiousness
than became an hermit--'That they were the means he used, to make his ass
(meaning his body) leave off kicking.'
It pleased my father well; it was not only a laconick way of expressing--
but of libelling, at the same time, the desires and appetites of the lower
part of us; so that for many years of my father's life, 'twas his constant
mode of expression--he never used the word passions once--but ass always
instead of them--So that he might be said truly, to have been upon the
bones, or the back of his own ass, or else of some other man's, during all
I must here observe to you the difference betwixt
My father's ass
and my hobby-horse--in order to keep characters as separate as may be, in
our fancies as we go along.
For my hobby-horse, if you recollect a little, is no way a vicious beast;
he has scarce one hair or lineament of the ass about him--'Tis the sporting
little filly-folly which carries you out for the present hour--a maggot, a
butterfly, a picture, a fiddlestick--an uncle Toby's siege--or an any
thing, which a man makes a shift to get a-stride on, to canter it away from
the cares and solicitudes of life--'Tis as useful a beast as is in the
whole creation--nor do I really see how the world could do without it--
--But for my father's ass--oh! mount him--mount him--mount him--(that's
three times, is it not?)--mount him not:--'tis a beast concupiscent--and
foul befal the man, who does not hinder him from kicking.
Well! dear brother Toby, said my father, upon his first seeing him after he
fell in love--and how goes it with your Asse?
Now my uncle Toby thinking more of the part where he had had the blister,
than of Hilarion's metaphor--and our preconceptions having (you know) as
great a power over the sounds of words as the shapes of things, he had
imagined, that my father, who was not very ceremonious in his choice of
words, had enquired after the part by its proper name: so notwithstanding
my mother, doctor Slop, and Mr. Yorick, were sitting in the parlour, he
thought it rather civil to conform to the term my father had made use of
than not. When a man is hemm'd in by two indecorums, and must commit one
of 'em--I always observe--let him chuse which he will, the world will blame
him--so I should not be astonished if it blames my uncle Toby.
My A..e, quoth my uncle Toby, is much better--brother Shandy--My father had
formed great expectations from his Asse in this onset; and would have
brought him on again; but doctor Slop setting up an intemperate laugh--and
my mother crying out L... bless us!--it drove my father's Asse off the
field--and the laugh then becoming general--there was no bringing him back
to the charge, for some time--
And so the discourse went on without him.
Every body, said my mother, says you are in love, brother Toby,--and we
hope it is true.
I am as much in love, sister, I believe, replied my uncle Toby, as any man
usually is--Humph! said my father--and when did you know it? quoth my
--When the blister broke; replied my uncle Toby.
My uncle Toby's reply put my father into good temper--so he charg'd o'
As the ancients agree, brother Toby, said my father, that there are two
different and distinct kinds of love, according to the different parts
which are affected by it--the Brain or Liver--I think when a man is in
love, it behoves him a little to consider which of the two he is fallen
What signifies it, brother Shandy, replied my uncle Toby, which of the two
it is, provided it will but make a man marry, and love his wife, and get a
--A few children! cried my father, rising out of his chair, and looking
full in my mother's face, as he forced his way betwixt her's and doctor
Slop's--a few children! cried my father, repeating my uncle Toby's words as
he walk'd to and fro--
--Not, my dear brother Toby, cried my father, recovering himself all at
once, and coming close up to the back of my uncle Toby's chair--not that I
should be sorry hadst thou a score--on the contrary, I should rejoice--and
be as kind, Toby, to every one of them as a father--
My uncle Toby stole his hand unperceived behind his chair, to give my
father's a squeeze--
--Nay, moreover, continued he, keeping hold of my uncle Toby's hand--so
much dost thou possess, my dear Toby, of the milk of human nature, and so
little of its asperities--'tis piteous the world is not peopled by
creatures which resemble thee; and was I an Asiatic monarch, added my
father, heating himself with his new project--I would oblige thee, provided
it would not impair thy strength--or dry up thy radical moisture too fast--
or weaken thy memory or fancy, brother Toby, which these gymnics
inordinately taken are apt to do--else, dear Toby, I would procure thee the
most beautiful woman in my empire, and I would oblige thee, nolens, volens,
to beget for me one subject every month--
As my father pronounced the last word of the sentence--my mother took a
pinch of snuff.
Now I would not, quoth my uncle Toby, get a child, nolens, volens, that is,
whether I would or no, to please the greatest prince upon earth--
--And 'twould be cruel in me, brother Toby, to compel thee; said my father-
-but 'tis a case put to shew thee, that it is not thy begetting a child--in
case thou should'st be able--but the system of Love and Marriage thou goest
upon, which I would set thee right in--
There is at least, said Yorick, a great deal of reason and plain sense in
captain Shandy's opinion of love; and 'tis amongst the ill-spent hours of
my life, which I have to answer for, that I have read so many flourishing
poets and rhetoricians in my time, from whom I never could extract so much-
I wish, Yorick, said my father, you had read Plato; for there you would
have learnt that there are two Loves--I know there were two Religions,
replied Yorick, amongst the ancients--one--for the vulgar, and another for
the learned;--but I think One Love might have served both of them very
I could not; replied my father--and for the same reasons: for of these
Loves, according to Ficinus's comment upon Velasius, the one is rational--
--the other is natural--the first ancient--without mother--where Venus had
nothing to do: the second, begotten of Jupiter and Dione--
--Pray, brother, quoth my uncle Toby, what has a man who believes in God to
do with this? My father could not stop to answer, for fear of breaking the
thread of his discourse--
This latter, continued he, partakes wholly of the nature of Venus.
The first, which is the golden chain let down from heaven, excites to love
heroic, which comprehends in it, and excites to the desire of philosophy
and truth--the second, excites to desire, simply--
--I think the procreation of children as beneficial to the world, said
Yorick, as the finding out the longitude--
--To be sure, said my mother, love keeps peace in the world--
--In the house--my dear, I own--
--It replenishes the earth; said my mother--
But it keeps heaven empty--my dear; replied my father.
--'Tis Virginity, cried Slop, triumphantly, which fills paradise.
Well push'd nun! quoth my father.
My father had such a skirmishing, cutting kind of a slashing way with him
in his disputations, thrusting and ripping, and giving every one a stroke
to remember him by in his turn--that if there were twenty people in
company--in less than half an hour he was sure to have every one of 'em
What did not a little contribute to leave him thus without an ally, was,
that if there was any one post more untenable than the rest, he would be
sure to throw himself into it; and to do him justice, when he was once
there, he would defend it so gallantly, that 'twould have been a concern,
either to a brave man or a good-natured one, to have seen him driven out.
Yorick, for this reason, though he would often attack him--yet could never
bear to do it with all his force.
Doctor Slop's Virginity, in the close of the last chapter, had got him for
once on the right side of the rampart; and he was beginning to blow up all
the convents in Christendom about Slop's ears, when corporal Trim came into
the parlour to inform my uncle Toby, that his thin scarlet breeches, in
which the attack was to be made upon Mrs. Wadman, would not do; for that
the taylor, in ripping them up, in order to turn them, had found they had
been turn'd before--Then turn them again, brother, said my father, rapidly,
for there will be many a turning of 'em yet before all's done in the
affair--They are as rotten as dirt, said the corporal--Then by all means,
said my father, bespeak a new pair, brother--for though I know, continued
my father, turning himself to the company, that widow Wadman has been
deeply in love with my brother Toby for many years, and has used every art
and circumvention of woman to outwit him into the same passion, yet now
that she has caught him--her fever will be pass'd its height--
--She has gained her point.
In this case, continued my father, which Plato, I am persuaded, never
thought of--Love, you see, is not so much a Sentiment as a Situation, into
which a man enters, as my brother Toby would do, into a corps--no matter
whether he loves the service or no--being once in it--he acts as if he did;
and takes every step to shew himself a man of prowesse.
The hypothesis, like the rest of my father's, was plausible enough, and my
uncle Toby had but a single word to object to it--in which Trim stood ready
to second him--but my father had not drawn his conclusion--
For this reason, continued my father (stating the case over again)--
notwithstanding all the world knows, that Mrs. Wadman affects my brother
Toby--and my brother Toby contrariwise affects Mrs. Wadman, and no obstacle
in nature to forbid the music striking up this very night, yet will I
answer for it, that this self-same tune will not be play'd this
We have taken our measures badly, quoth my uncle Toby, looking up
interrogatively in Trim's face.
I would lay my Montero-cap, said Trim--Now Trim's Montero-cap, as I once
told you, was his constant wager; and having furbish'd it up that very
night, in order to go upon the attack--it made the odds look more
considerable--I would lay, an' please your honour, my Montero-cap to a
shilling--was it proper, continued Trim (making a bow), to offer a wager
before your honours--
--There is nothing improper in it, said my father--'tis a mode of
expression; for in saying thou would'st lay thy Montero-cap to a shilling--
all thou meanest is this--that thou believest--
--Now, What do'st thou believe?
That widow Wadman, an' please your worship, cannot hold it out ten days--
And whence, cried Slop, jeeringly, hast thou all this knowledge of woman,
By falling in love with a popish clergy-woman; said Trim.
'Twas a Beguine, said my uncle Toby.
Doctor Slop was too much in wrath to listen to the distinction; and my
father taking that very crisis to fall in helter-skelter upon the whole
order of Nuns and Beguines, a set of silly, fusty, baggages--Slop could not
stand it--and my uncle Toby having some measures to take about his
breeches--and Yorick about his fourth general division--in order for their
several attacks next day--the company broke up: and my father being left
alone, and having half an hour upon his hands betwixt that and bed-time; he
called for pen, ink, and paper, and wrote my uncle Toby the following
letter of instructions:
My dear brother Toby,
What I am going to say to thee is upon the nature of women, and of love-
making to them; and perhaps it is as well for thee--tho' not so well for
me--that thou hast occasion for a letter of instructions upon that head,
and that I am able to write it to thee.
Had it been the good pleasure of him who disposes of our lots--and thou no
sufferer by the knowledge, I had been well content that thou should'st have
dipp'd the pen this moment into the ink, instead of myself; but that not
being the case--Mrs. Shandy being now close beside me, preparing for bed--I
have thrown together without order, and just as they have come into my
mind, such hints and documents as I deem may be of use to thee; intending,
in this, to give thee a token of my love; not doubting, my dear Toby, of
the manner in which it will be accepted.
In the first place, with regard to all which concerns religion in the
affair--though I perceive from a glow in my cheek, that I blush as I begin
to speak to thee upon the subject, as well knowing, notwithstanding thy
unaffected secrecy, how few of its offices thou neglectest--yet I would
remind thee of one (during the continuance of thy courtship) in a
particular manner, which I would not have omitted; and that is, never to go
forth upon the enterprize, whether it be in the morning or the afternoon,
without first recommending thyself to the protection of Almighty God, that
he may defend thee from the evil one.
Shave the whole top of thy crown clean once at least every four or five
days, but oftner if convenient; lest in taking off thy wig before her,
thro' absence of mind, she should be able to discover how much has been cut
away by Time--how much by Trim.
--'Twere better to keep ideas of baldness out of her fancy.
Always carry it in thy mind, and act upon it as a sure maxim, Toby--
'That women are timid:' And 'tis well they are--else there would be no
dealing with them.
Let not thy breeches be too tight, or hang too loose about thy thighs, like
the trunk-hose of our ancestors.
--A just medium prevents all conclusions.
Whatever thou hast to say, be it more or less, forget not to utter it in a
low soft tone of voice. Silence, and whatever approaches it, weaves dreams
of midnight secrecy into the brain: For this cause, if thou canst help it,
never throw down the tongs and poker.
Avoid all kinds of pleasantry and facetiousness in thy discourse with her,
and do whatever lies in thy power at the same time, to keep her from all
books and writings which tend thereto: there are some devotional tracts,
which if thou canst entice her to read over--it will be well: but suffer
her not to look into Rabelais, or Scarron, or Don Quixote--
--They are all books which excite laughter; and thou knowest, dear Toby,
that there is no passion so serious as lust.
Stick a pin in the bosom of thy shirt, before thou enterest her parlour.
And if thou art permitted to sit upon the same sopha with her, and she
gives thee occasion to lay thy hand upon hers--beware of taking it--thou
canst not lay thy hand on hers, but she will feel the temper of thine.
Leave that and as many other things as thou canst, quite undetermined; by
so doing, thou wilt have her curiosity on thy side; and if she is not
conquered by that, and thy Asse continues still kicking, which there is
great reason to suppose--Thou must begin, with first losing a few ounces of
blood below the ears, according to the practice of the ancient Scythians,
who cured the most intemperate fits of the appetite by that means.
Avicenna, after this, is for having the part anointed with the syrup of
hellebore, using proper evacuations and purges--and I believe rightly. But
thou must eat little or no goat's flesh, nor red deer--nor even foal's
flesh by any means; and carefully abstain--that is, as much as thou canst,
from peacocks, cranes, coots, didappers, and water-hens--
As for thy drink--I need not tell thee, it must be the infusion of Vervain
and the herb Hanea, of which Aelian relates such effects--but if thy
stomach palls with it--discontinue it from time to time, taking cucumbers,
melons, purslane, water-lillies, woodbine, and lettice, in the stead of
There is nothing further for thee, which occurs to me at present--
--Unless the breaking out of a fresh war--So wishing every thing, dear
Toby, for best,
I rest thy affectionate brother,
Whilst my father was writing his letter of instructions, my uncle Toby and
the corporal were busy in preparing every thing for the attack. As the
turning of the thin scarlet breeches was laid aside (at least for the
present), there was nothing which should put it off beyond the next
morning; so accordingly it was resolv'd upon, for eleven o'clock.
Come, my dear, said my father to my mother--'twill be but like a brother
and sister, if you and I take a walk down to my brother Toby's--to
countenance him in this attack of his.
My uncle Toby and the corporal had been accoutred both some time, when my
father and mother enter'd, and the clock striking eleven, were that moment
in motion to sally forth--but the account of this is worth more than to be
wove into the fag end of the eighth (Alluding to the first edition.) volume
of such a work as this.--My father had no time but to put the letter of
instructions into my uncle Toby's coat-pocket--and join with my mother in
wishing his attack prosperous.
I could like, said my mother, to look through the key-hole out of
curiosity--Call it by its right name, my dear, quoth my father--
And look through the key-hole as long as you will.
I call all the powers of time and chance, which severally check us in our
careers in this world, to bear me witness, that I could never yet get
fairly to my uncle Toby's amours, till this very moment, that my mother's
curiosity, as she stated the affair,--or a different impulse in her, as my
father would have it--wished her to take a peep at them through the key-
'Call it, my dear, by its right name, quoth my father, and look through the
key-hole as long as you will.'
Nothing but the fermentation of that little subacid humour, which I have
often spoken of, in my father's habit, could have vented such an
insinuation--he was however frank and generous in his nature, and at all
times open to conviction; so that he had scarce got to the last word of
this ungracious retort, when his conscience smote him.
My mother was then conjugally swinging with her left arm twisted under his
right, in such wise, that the inside of her hand rested upon the back of
his--she raised her fingers, and let them fall--it could scarce be call'd a
tap; or if it was a tap--'twould have puzzled a casuist to say, whether
'twas a tap of remonstrance, or a tap of confession: my father, who was
all sensibilities from head to foot, class'd it right--Conscience redoubled
her blow--he turn'd his face suddenly the other way, and my mother
supposing his body was about to turn with it in order to move homewards, by
a cross movement of her right leg, keeping her left as its centre, brought
herself so far in front, that as he turned his head, he met her eye--
Confusion again! he saw a thousand reasons to wipe out the reproach, and as
many to reproach himself--a thin, blue, chill, pellucid chrystal with all
its humours so at rest, the least mote or speck of desire might have been
seen, at the bottom of it, had it existed--it did not--and how I happen to
be so lewd myself, particularly a little before the vernal and autumnal
equinoxes--Heaven above knows--My mother--madam--was so at no time, either
by nature, by institution, or example.
A temperate current of blood ran orderly through her veins in all months of
the year, and in all critical moments both of the day and night alike; nor
did she superinduce the least heat into her humours from the manual
effervescencies of devotional tracts, which having little or no meaning in
them, nature is oft-times obliged to find one--And as for my father's
example! 'twas so far from being either aiding or abetting thereunto, that
'twas the whole business of his life, to keep all fancies of that kind out
of her head--Nature had done her part, to have spared him this trouble; and
what was not a little inconsistent, my father knew it--And here am I
sitting, this 12th day of August 1766, in a purple jerkin and yellow pair
of slippers, without either wig or cap on, a most tragicomical completion
of his prediction, 'That I should neither think, nor act like any other
man's child, upon that very account.'
The mistake in my father, was in attacking my mother's motive, instead of
the act itself; for certainly key-holes were made for other purposes; and
considering the act, as an act which interfered with a true proposition,
and denied a key-hole to be what it was--it became a violation of nature;
and was so far, you see, criminal.
It is for this reason, an' please your Reverences, That key-holes are the
occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world
--which leads me to my uncle Toby's amours.
Though the corporal had been as good as his word in putting my uncle Toby's
great ramallie-wig into pipes, yet the time was too short to produce any
great effects from it: it had lain many years squeezed up in the corner of
his old campaign trunk; and as bad forms are not so easy to be got the
better of, and the use of candle-ends not so well understood, it was not so
pliable a business as one would have wished. The corporal with cheary eye
and both arms extended, had fallen back perpendicular from it a score
times, to inspire it, if possible, with a better air--had Spleen given a
look at it, 'twould have cost her ladyship a smile--it curl'd every where
but where the corporal would have it; and where a buckle or two, in his
opinion, would have done it honour, he could as soon have raised the dead.
Such it was--or rather such would it have seem'd upon any other brow; but
the sweet look of goodness which sat upon my uncle Toby's, assimilated
every thing around it so sovereignly to itself, and Nature had moreover
wrote Gentleman with so fair a hand in every line of his countenance, that
even his tarnish'd gold-laced hat and huge cockade of flimsy taffeta became
him; and though not worth a button in themselves, yet the moment my uncle
Toby put them on, they became serious objects, and altogether seem'd to
have been picked up by the hand of Science to set him off to advantage.
Nothing in this world could have co-operated more powerfully towards this,
than my uncle Toby's blue and gold--had not Quantity in some measure been
necessary to Grace: in a period of fifteen or sixteen years since they had
been made, by a total inactivity in my uncle Toby's life, for he seldom
went further than the bowling-green--his blue and gold had become so
miserably too straight for him, that it was with the utmost difficulty the
corporal was able to get him into them; the taking them up at the sleeves,
was of no advantage.--They were laced however down the back, and at the
seams of the sides, &c. in the mode of King William's reign; and to shorten
all description, they shone so bright against the sun that morning, and had
so metallick and doughty an air with them, that had my uncle Toby thought
of attacking in armour, nothing could have so well imposed upon his
As for the thin scarlet breeches, they had been unripp'd by the taylor
between the legs, and left at sixes and sevens--
--Yes, Madam,--but let us govern our fancies. It is enough they were held
impracticable the night before, and as there was no alternative in my uncle
Toby's wardrobe, he sallied forth in the red plush.
The corporal had array'd himself in poor Le Fever's regimental coat; and
with his hair tuck'd up under his Montero-cap, which he had furbish'd up
for the occasion, march'd three paces distant from his master: a whiff of
military pride had puff'd out his shirt at the wrist; and upon that in a
black leather thong clipp'd into a tassel beyond the knot, hung the
corporal's stick--my uncle Toby carried his cane like a pike.
--It looks well at least; quoth my father to himself.
My uncle Toby turn'd his head more than once behind him, to see how he was
supported by the corporal; and the corporal as oft as he did it, gave a
slight flourish with his stick--but not vapouringly; and with the sweetest
accent of most respectful encouragement, bid his honour 'never fear.'
Now my uncle Toby did fear; and grievously too; he knew not (as my father
had reproach'd him) so much as the right end of a Woman from the wrong, and
therefore was never altogether at his ease near any one of them--unless in
sorrow or distress; then infinite was his pity; nor would the most
courteous knight of romance have gone further, at least upon one leg, to
have wiped away a tear from a woman's eye; and yet excepting once that he
was beguiled into it by Mrs. Wadman, he had never looked stedfastly into
one; and would often tell my father in the simplicity of his heart, that it
was almost (if not about) as bad as taking bawdy.--
--And suppose it is? my father would say.
She cannot, quoth my uncle Toby, halting, when they had march'd up to
within twenty paces of Mrs. Wadman's door--she cannot, corporal, take it
--She will take it, an' please your honour, said the corporal, just as the
Jew's widow at Lisbon took it of my brother Tom.--
--And how was that? quoth my uncle Toby, facing quite about to the
Your honour, replied the corporal, knows of Tom's misfortunes; but this
affair has nothing to do with them any further than this, That if Tom had
not married the widow--or had it pleased God after their marriage, that
they had but put pork into their sausages, the honest soul had never been
taken out of his warm bed, and dragg'd to the inquisition--'Tis a cursed
place--added the corporal, shaking his head,--when once a poor creature is
in, he is in, an' please your honour, for ever.
'Tis very true; said my uncle Toby, looking gravely at Mrs. Wadman's house,
as he spoke.
Nothing, continued the corporal, can be so sad as confinement for life--or
so sweet, an' please your honour, as liberty.
Nothing, Trim--said my uncle Toby, musing--
Whilst a man is free,--cried the corporal, giving a flourish with his stick
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A thousand of my father's most subtle syllogisms could not have said more
My uncle Toby look'd earnestly towards his cottage and his bowling-green.
The corporal had unwarily conjured up the Spirit of calculation with his
wand; and he had nothing to do, but to conjure him down again with his
story, and in this form of Exorcism, most un-ecclesiastically did the
corporal do it.
As Tom's place, an' please your honour, was easy--and the weather warm--it
put him upon thinking seriously of settling himself in the world; and as it
fell out about that time, that a Jew who kept a sausage shop in the same
street, had the ill luck to die of a strangury, and leave his widow in
possession of a rousing trade--Tom thought (as every body in Lisbon was
doing the best he could devise for himself) there could be no harm in
offering her his service to carry it on: so without any introduction to
the widow, except that of buying a pound of sausages at her shop--Tom set
out--counting the matter thus within himself, as he walk'd along; that let
the worst come of it that could, he should at least get a pound of sausages
for their worth--but, if things went well, he should be set up; inasmuch as
he should get not only a pound of sausages--but a wife and--a sausage shop,
an' please your honour, into the bargain.
Every servant in the family, from high to low, wish'd Tom success; and I
can fancy, an' please your honour, I see him this moment with his white
dimity waist-coat and breeches, and hat a little o' one side, passing
jollily along the street, swinging his stick, with a smile and a chearful
word for every body he met:--But alas! Tom! thou smilest no more, cried the
corporal, looking on one side of him upon the ground, as if he
apostrophised him in his dungeon.
Poor fellow! said my uncle Toby, feelingly.
He was an honest, light-hearted lad, an' please your honour, as ever blood
--Then he resembled thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby, rapidly.
The corporal blush'd down to his fingers ends--a tear of sentimental
bashfulness--another of gratitude to my uncle Toby--and a tear of sorrow
for his brother's misfortunes, started into his eye, and ran sweetly down
his cheek together; my uncle Toby's kindled as one lamp does at another;
and taking hold of the breast of Trim's coat (which had been that of Le
Fever's) as if to ease his lame leg, but in reality to gratify a finer
feeling--he stood silent for a minute and a half; at the end of which he
took his hand away, and the corporal making a bow, went on with his story
of his brother and the Jew's widow.
When Tom, an' please your honour, got to the shop, there was nobody in it,
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