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Chapter 3.XLIII. My father took a single turn across the room, then sat down, and finished the chapter. The verbs auxiliary we are concerned in here, continued my father, are, am; was; have; had; do; did; make; made; suffer; shall; should; will; would; can; could; owe; ought; used; or is wont.--And these varied with tenses, present, past, future, and conjugated with the verb see,--or with these questions added to them;--Is it? Was it? Will it be? Would it be? May it be? Might it be? And these again put negatively, Is it not? Was it not? Ought it not?--Or affirmatively,--It is; It was; It ought to be. Or chronologically,--Has it been always? Lately? How long ago?--Or hypothetically,--If it was? If it was not? What would follow?--If the French should beat the English? If the Sun go out of the Zodiac? Now, by the right use and application of these, continued my father, in which a child's memory should be exercised, there is no one idea can enter his brain, how barren soever, but a magazine of conceptions and conclusions may be drawn forth from it.--Didst thou ever see a white bear? cried my father, turning his head round to Trim, who stood at the back of his chair:--No, an' please your honour, replied the corporal.--But thou couldst discourse about one, Trim, said my father, in case of need?--How is it possible, brother, quoth my uncle Toby, if the corporal never saw one?-- 'Tis the fact I want, replied my father,--and the possibility of it is as follows. A White Bear! Very well. Have I ever seen one? Might I ever have seen one? Am I ever to see one? Ought I ever to have seen one? Or can I ever see one? Would I had seen a white bear! (for how can I imagine it?) If I should see a white bear, what should I say? If I should never see a white bear, what then? If I never have, can, must, or shall see a white bear alive; have I ever seen the skin of one? Did I ever see one painted?--described? Have I never dreamed of one? Did my father, mother, uncle, aunt, brothers or sisters, ever see a white bear? What would they give? How would they behave? How would the white bear have behaved? Is he wild? Tame? Terrible? Rough? Smooth? --Is the white bear worth seeing?-- --Is there no sin in it?-- Is it better than a Black One? Chapter 3.XLIV. --We'll not stop two moments, my dear Sir,--only, as we have got through these five volumes (In the first edition, the sixth volume began with this chapter.), (do, Sir, sit down upon a set--they are better than nothing) let us just look back upon the country we have pass'd through.-- --What a wilderness has it been! and what a mercy that we have not both of us been lost, or devoured by wild beasts in it! Did you think the world itself, Sir, had contained such a number of Jack Asses?--How they view'd and review'd us as we passed over the rivulet at the bottom of that little valley!--and when we climbed over that hill, and were just getting out of sight--good God! what a braying did they all set up together! --Prithee, shepherd! who keeps all those Jack Asses?. . .. --Heaven be their comforter--What! are they never curried?--Are they never taken in in winter?--Bray bray--bray. Bray on,--the world is deeply your debtor;--louder still--that's nothing:--in good sooth, you are ill-used:-- Was I a Jack Asse, I solemnly declare, I would bray in G-sol-re-ut from morning, even unto night. Chapter 3.XLV. When my father had danced his white bear backwards and forwards through half a dozen pages, he closed the book for good an' all,--and in a kind of triumph redelivered it into Trim's hand, with a nod to lay it upon the 'scrutoire, where he found it.--Tristram, said he, shall be made to conjugate every word in the dictionary, backwards and forwards the same way;--every word, Yorick, by this means, you see, is converted into a thesis or an hypothesis;--every thesis and hypothesis have an off-spring of propositions;--and each proposition has its own consequences and conclusions; every one of which leads the mind on again, into fresh tracks of enquiries and doubtings.--The force of this engine, added my father, is incredible in opening a child's head.--'Tis enough, brother Shandy, cried my uncle Toby, to burst it into a thousand splinters.-- I presume, said Yorick, smiling,--it must be owing to this,--(for let logicians say what they will, it is not to be accounted for sufficiently from the bare use of the ten predicaments)--That the famous Vincent Quirino, amongst the many other astonishing feats of his childhood, of which the Cardinal Bembo has given the world so exact a story,--should be able to paste up in the public schools at Rome, so early as in the eighth year of his age, no less than four thousand five hundred and fifty different theses, upon the most abstruse points of the most abstruse theology;--and to defend and maintain them in such sort, as to cramp and dumbfound his opponents.--What is that, cried my father, to what is told us of Alphonsus Tostatus, who, almost in his nurse's arms, learned all the sciences and liberal arts without being taught any one of them?--What shall we say of the great Piereskius?--That's the very man, cried my uncle Toby, I once told you of, brother Shandy, who walked a matter of five hundred miles, reckoning from Paris to Shevling, and from Shevling back again, merely to see Stevinus's flying chariot.--He was a very great man! added my uncle Toby (meaning Stevinus)--He was so, brother Toby, said my father (meaning Piereskius)--and had multiplied his ideas so fast, and increased his knowledge to such a prodigious stock, that, if we may give credit to an anecdote concerning him, which we cannot withhold here, without shaking the authority of all anecdotes whatever--at seven years of age, his father committed entirely to his care the education of his younger brother, a boy of five years old,--with the sole management of all his concerns.--Was the father as wise as the son? quoth my uncle Toby:--I should think not, said Yorick:--But what are these, continued my father--(breaking out in a kind of enthusiasm)--what are these, to those prodigies of childhood in Grotius, Scioppius, Heinsius, Politian, Pascal, Joseph Scaliger, Ferdinand de Cordoue, and others--some of which left off their substantial forms at nine years old, or sooner, and went on reasoning without them;--others went through their classics at seven;--wrote tragedies at eight;--Ferdinand de Cordoue was so wise at nine,--'twas thought the Devil was in him;--and at Venice gave such proofs of his knowledge and goodness, that the monks imagined he was Antichrist, or nothing.--Others were masters of fourteen languages at ten,--finished the course of their rhetoric, poetry, logic, and ethics, at eleven,--put forth their commentaries upon Servius and Martianus Capella at twelve,--and at thirteen received their degrees in philosophy, laws, and divinity:--but you forget the great Lipsius, quoth Yorick, who composed a work (Nous aurions quelque interet, says Baillet, de montrer qu'il n'a rien de ridicule s'il etoit veritable, au moins dans le sens enigmatique que Nicius Erythraeus a ta he de lui donner. Cet auteur dit que pour comprendre comme Lipse, il a pu composer un ouvrage le premier jour de sa vie, il faut s'imaginer, que ce premier jour n'est pas celui de sa naissance charnelle, mais celui au quel il a commence d'user de la raison; il veut que c'ait ete a l'age de neuf ans; et il nous veut persuader que ce fut en cet age, que Lipse fit un poeme.--Le tour est ingenieux, &c. &c.) the day he was born:--They should have wiped it up, said my uncle Toby, and said no more about it. Chapter 3.XLVI. When the cataplasm was ready, a scruple of decorum had unseasonably rose up in Susannah's conscience, about holding the candle, whilst Slop tied it on; Slop had not treated Susannah's distemper with anodynes,--and so a quarrel had ensued betwixt them. --Oh! oh!--said Slop, casting a glance of undue freedom in Susannah's face, as she declined the office;--then, I think I know you, madam--You know me, Sir! cried Susannah fastidiously, and with a toss of her head, levelled evidently, not at his profession, but at the doctor himself,--you know me! cried Susannah again.--Doctor Slop clapped his finger and his thumb instantly upon his nostrils;--Susannah's spleen was ready to burst at it;-- 'Tis false, said Susannah.--Come, come, Mrs. Modesty, said Slop, not a little elated with the success of his last thrust,--If you won't hold the candle, and look--you may hold it and shut your eyes:--That's one of your popish shifts, cried Susannah:--'Tis better, said Slop, with a nod, than no shift at all, young woman;--I defy you, Sir, cried Susannah, pulling her shift sleeve below her elbow. It was almost impossible for two persons to assist each other in a surgical case with a more splenetic cordiality. Slop snatched up the cataplasm--Susannah snatched up the candle;--A little this way, said Slop; Susannah looking one way, and rowing another, instantly set fire to Slop's wig, which being somewhat bushy and unctuous withal, was burnt out before it was well kindled.--You impudent whore! cried Slop,--(for what is passion, but a wild beast?)--you impudent whore, cried Slop, getting upright, with the cataplasm in his hand;--I never was the destruction of any body's nose, said Susannah,--which is more than you can say:--Is it? cried Slop, throwing the cataplasm in her face;--Yes, it is, cried Susannah, returning the compliment with what was left in the pan. Chapter 3.XLVII. Doctor Slop and Susannah filed cross-bills against each other in the parlour; which done, as the cataplasm had failed, they retired into the kitchen to prepare a fomentation for me;--and whilst that was doing, my father determined the point as you will read. Chapter 3.XLVIII. You see 'tis high time, said my father, addressing himself equally to my uncle Toby and Yorick, to take this young creature out of these women's hands, and put him into those of a private governor. Marcus Antoninus provided fourteen governors all at once to superintend his son Commodus's education,--and in six weeks he cashiered five of them;--I know very well, continued my father, that Commodus's mother was in love with a gladiator at the time of her conception, which accounts for a great many of Commodus's cruelties when he became emperor;--but still I am of opinion, that those five whom Antoninus dismissed, did Commodus's temper, in that short time, more hurt than the other nine were able to rectify all their lives long. Now as I consider the person who is to be about my son, as the mirror in which he is to view himself from morning to night, by which he is to adjust his looks, his carriage, and perhaps the inmost sentiments of his heart;--I would have one, Yorick, if possible, polished at all points, fit for my child to look into.--This is very good sense, quoth my uncle Toby to himself. --There is, continued my father, a certain mien and motion of the body and all its parts, both in acting and speaking, which argues a man well within; and I am not at all surprised that Gregory of Nazianzum, upon observing the hasty and untoward gestures of Julian, should foretel he would one day become an apostate;--or that St. Ambrose should turn his Amanuensis out of doors, because of an indecent motion of his head, which went backwards and forwards like a flail;--or that Democritus should conceive Protagoras to be a scholar, from seeing him bind up a faggot, and thrusting, as he did it, the small twigs inwards.--There are a thousand unnoticed openings, continued my father, which let a penetrating eye at once into a man's soul; and I maintain it, added he, that a man of sense does not lay down his hat in coming into a room,--or take it up in going out of it, but something escapes, which discovers him. It is for these reasons, continued my father, that the governor I make choice of shall neither (Vid. Pellegrina.) lisp, or squint, or wink, or talk loud, or look fierce, or foolish;--or bite his lips, or grind his teeth, or speak through his nose, or pick it, or blow it with his fingers.- - He shall neither walk fast,--or slow, or fold his arms,--for that is laziness;--or hang them down,--for that is folly; or hide them in his pocket, for that is nonsense.-- He shall neither strike, or pinch, or tickle--or bite, or cut his nails, or hawk, or spit, or snift, or drum with his feet or fingers in company;--nor (according to Erasmus) shall he speak to any one in making water,--nor shall he point to carrion or excrement.--Now this is all nonsense again, quoth my uncle Toby to himself.-- I will have him, continued my father, cheerful, facete, jovial; at the same time, prudent, attentive to business, vigilant, acute, argute, inventive, quick in resolving doubts and speculative questions;--he shall be wise, and judicious, and learned:--And why not humble, and moderate, and gentle- tempered, and good? said Yorick:--And why not, cried my uncle Toby, free, and generous, and bountiful, and brave?--He shall, my dear Toby, replied my father, getting up and shaking him by his hand.--Then, brother Shandy, answered my uncle Toby, raising himself off the chair, and laying down his pipe to take hold of my father's other hand,--I humbly beg I may recommend poor Le Fever's son to you;--a tear of joy of the first water sparkled in my uncle Toby's eye, and another, the fellow to it, in the corporal's, as the proposition was made;--you will see why when you read Le Fever's story:--fool that I was! nor can I recollect (nor perhaps you) without turning back to the place, what it was that hindered me from letting the corporal tell it in his own words;--but the occasion is lost,--I must tell it now in my own. Chapter 3.XLIX. The Story of Le Fever. It was some time in the summer of that year in which Dendermond was taken by the allies,--which was about seven years before my father came into the country,--and about as many, after the time, that my uncle Toby and Trim had privately decamped from my father's house in town, in order to lay some of the finest sieges to some of the finest fortified cities in Europe--when my uncle Toby was one evening getting his supper, with Trim sitting behind him at a small sideboard,--I say, sitting--for in consideration of the corporal's lame knee (which sometimes gave him exquisite pain)--when my uncle Toby dined or supped alone, he would never suffer the corporal to stand; and the poor fellow's veneration for his master was such, that, with a proper artillery, my uncle Toby could have taken Dendermond itself, with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him; for many a time when my uncle Toby supposed the corporal's leg was at rest, he would look back, and detect him standing behind him with the most dutiful respect: this bred more little squabbles betwixt them, than all other causes for five-and-twenty years together--But this is neither here nor there--why do I mention it?--Ask my pen,--it governs me,--I govern not it. He was one evening sitting thus at his supper, when the landlord of a little inn in the village came into the parlour, with an empty phial in his hand, to beg a glass or two of sack; 'Tis for a poor gentleman,--I think, of the army, said the landlord, who has been taken ill at my house four days ago, and has never held up his head since, or had a desire to taste any thing, till just now, that he has a fancy for a glass of sack and a thin toast,--I think, says he, taking his hand from his forehead, it would comfort me.-- --If I could neither beg, borrow, or buy such a thing--added the landlord,- -I would almost steal it for the poor gentleman, he is so ill.--I hope in God he will still mend, continued he,--we are all of us concerned for him. Thou art a good-natured soul, I will answer for thee, cried my uncle Toby; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself,--and take a couple of bottles with my service, and tell him he is heartily welcome to them, and to a dozen more if they will do him good. Though I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compassionate fellow--Trim,--yet I cannot help entertaining a high opinion of his guest too; there must be something more than common in him, that in so short a time should win so much upon the affections of his host;--And of his whole family, added the corporal, for they are all concerned for him,.--Step after him, said my uncle Toby,--do Trim,--and ask if he knows his name. --I have quite forgot it truly, said the landlord, coming back into the parlour with the corporal,--but I can ask his son again:--Has he a son with him then? said my uncle Toby.--A boy, replied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age;--but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day:- -He has not stirred from the bed-side these two days. My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the account; and Trim, without being ordered, took away, without saying one word, and in a few minutes after brought him his pipe and tobacco. --Stay in the room a little, said my uncle Toby. Trim!--said my uncle Toby, after he lighted his pipe, and smoak'd about a dozen whiffs.--Trim came in front of his master, and made his bow;--my uncle Toby smoak'd on, and said no more.--Corporal! said my uncle Toby--the corporal made his bow.--My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe. Trim! said my uncle Toby, I have a project in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.--Your honour's roquelaure, replied the corporal, has not once been had on, since the night before your honour received your wound, when we mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of St. Nicholas;--and besides, it is so cold and rainy a night, that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin. I fear so, replied my uncle Toby; but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim, since the account the landlord has given me.--I wish I had not known so much of this affair,--added my uncle Toby,--or that I had known more of it:--How shall we manage it? Leave it, an't please your honour, to me, quoth the corporal;--I'll take my hat and stick and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.--Thou shalt go, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and here's a shilling for thee to drink with his servant.--I shall get it all out of him, said the corporal, shutting the door. My uncle Toby filled his second pipe; and had it not been, that he now and then wandered from the point, with considering whether it was not full as well to have the curtain of the tennaile a straight line, as a crooked one,--he might be said to have thought of nothing else but poor Le Fever and his boy the whole time he smoaked it. Chapter 3.L. The Story of Le Fever Continued. It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account. I despaired, at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back your honour any kind of intelligence concerning the poor sick lieutenant--Is he in the army, then? said my uncle Toby--He is, said the corporal--And in what regiment? said my uncle Toby--I'll tell your honour, replied the corporal, every thing straight forwards, as I learnt it.--Then, Trim, I'll fill another pipe, said my uncle Toby, and not interrupt thee till thou hast done; so sit down at thy ease, Trim, in the window-seat, and begin thy story again. The corporal made his old bow, which generally spoke as plain as a bow could speak it--Your honour is good:--And having done that, he sat down, as he was ordered,--and begun the story to my uncle Toby over again in pretty near the same words. I despaired at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back any intelligence to your honour, about the lieutenant and his son; for when I asked where his servant was, from whom I made myself sure of knowing every thing which was proper to be asked,--That's a right distinction, Trim, said my uncle Toby--I was answered, an' please your honour, that he had no servant with him;--that he had come to the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding himself unable to proceed (to join, I suppose, the regiment), he had dismissed the morning after he came.--If I get better, my dear, said he, as he gave his purse to his son to pay the man,--we can hire horses from hence.--But alas! the poor gentleman will never get from hence, said the landlady to me,--for I heard the death-watch all night long;--and when he dies, the youth, his son, will certainly die with him; for he is broken- hearted already. I was hearing this account, continued the corporal, when the youth came into the kitchen, to order the thin toast the landlord spoke of;--but I will do it for my father myself, said the youth.--Pray let my save you the trouble, young gentleman, said I, taking up a fork for the purpose, and offering him my chair to sit down upon by the fire, whilst I did it.--I believe, Sir, said he, very modestly, I can please him best myself.--I am sure, said I, his honour will not like the toast the worse for being toasted by an old soldier.--The youth took hold of my hand, and instantly burst into tears.--Poor youth! said my uncle Toby,--he has been bred up from an infant in the army, and the name of a soldier, Trim, sounded in his ears like the name of a friend;--I wish I had him here. --I never, in the longest march, said the corporal, had so great a mind to my dinner, as I had to cry with him for company:--What could be the matter with me, an' please your honour? Nothing in the world, Trim, said my uncle Toby, blowing his nose,--but that thou art a good-natured fellow. When I gave him the toast, continued the corporal, I thought it was proper to tell him I was captain Shandy's servant, and that your honour (though a stranger) was extremely concerned for his father;--and that if there was any thing in your house or cellar--(And thou might'st have added my purse too, said my uncle Toby),--he was heartily welcome to it:--He made a very low bow (which was meant to your honour), but no answer--for his heart was full--so he went up stairs with the toast;--I warrant you, my dear, said I, as I opened the kitchen-door, your father will be well again.--Mr. Yorick's curate was smoking a pipe by the kitchen fire,--but said not a word good or bad to comfort the youth.--I thought it wrong; added the corporal--I think so too, said my uncle Toby. When the lieutenant had taken his glass of sack and toast, he felt himself a little revived, and sent down into the kitchen, to let me know, that in about ten minutes he should be glad if I would step up stairs.--I believe, said the landlord, he is going to say his prayers,--for there was a book laid upon the chair by his bed-side, and as I shut the door, I saw his son take up a cushion.-- I thought, said the curate, that you gentlemen of the army, Mr. Trim, never said your prayers at all.--I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night, said the landlady, very devoutly, and with my own ears, or I could not have believed it.--Are you sure of it? replied the curate.--A soldier, an' please your reverence, said I, prays as often (of his own accord) as a parson;--and when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour too, he has the most reason to pray to God of any one in the whole world--'Twas well said of thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby.--But when a soldier, said I, an' please your reverence, has been standing for twelve hours together in the trenches, up to his knees in cold water,--or engaged, said I, for months together in long and dangerous marches;--harassed, perhaps, in his rear to-day;--harassing others to-morrow;--detached here;-- countermanded there;--resting this night out upon his arms;--beat up in his shirt the next;--benumbed in his joints;--perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on;--must say his prayers how and when he can.--I believe, said I,--for I was piqued, quoth the corporal, for the reputation of the army,-- I believe, an' please your reverence, said I, that when a soldier gets time to pray,--he prays as heartily as a parson,--though not with all his fuss and hypocrisy.--Thou shouldst not have said that, Trim, said my uncle Toby,--for God only knows who is a hypocrite, and who is not:--At the great and general review of us all, corporal, at the day of judgment (and not till then)--it will be seen who has done their duties in this world,--and who has not; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly.--I hope we shall, said Trim.--It is in the Scripture, said my uncle Toby; and I will shew it thee to-morrow:--In the mean time we may depend upon it, Trim, for our comfort, said my uncle Toby, that God Almighty is so good and just a governor of the world, that if we have but done our duties in it,--it will never be enquired into, whether we have done them in a red coat or a black one:--I hope not, said the corporal--But go on, Trim, said my uncle Toby, with thy story. When I went up, continued the corporal, into the lieutenant's room, which I did not do till the expiration of the ten minutes,--he was lying in his bed with his head raised upon his hand, with his elbow upon the pillow, and a clean white cambrick handkerchief beside it:--The youth was just stooping down to take up the cushion, upon which I supposed he had been kneeling,-- the book was laid upon the bed,--and, as he rose, in taking up the cushion with one hand, he reached out his other to take it away at the same time.-- Let it remain there, my dear, said the lieutenant. He did not offer to speak to me, till I had walked up close to his bed- side:--If you are captain Shandy's servant, said he, you must present my thanks to your master, with my little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy to me;--if he was of Levens's--said the lieutenant.--I told him your honour was--Then, said he, I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him,--but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honour of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me.--You will tell him, however, that the person his good-nature has laid under obligations to him, is one Le Fever, a lieutenant in Angus's--but he knows me not,--said he, a second time, musing;--possibly he may my story--added he--pray tell the captain, I was the ensign at Breda, whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a musket-shot, as she lay in my arms in my tent.--I remember the story, an't please your honour, said I, very well.--Do you so? said he, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief--then well may I.--In saying this, he drew a little ring out of his bosom, which seemed tied with a black ribband about his neck, and kiss'd it twice--Here, Billy, said he,--the boy flew across the room to the bed-side,--and falling down upon his knee, took the ring in his hand, and kissed it too,--then kissed his father, and sat down upon the bed and wept. I wish, said my uncle Toby, with a deep sigh,--I wish, Trim, I was asleep. Your honour, replied the corporal, is too much concerned;--shall I pour your honour out a glass of sack to your pipe?--Do, Trim, said my uncle Toby. I remember, said my uncle Toby, sighing again, the story of the ensign and his wife, with a circumstance his modesty omitted;--and particularly well that he, as well as she, upon some account or other (I forget what) was universally pitied by the whole regiment;--but finish the story thou art upon:--'Tis finished already, said the corporal,--for I could stay no longer,--so wished his honour a good night; young Le Fever rose from off the bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs; and as we went down together, told me, they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join the regiment in Flanders.--But alas! said the corporal,--the lieutenant's last day's march is over.--Then what is to become of his poor boy? cried my uncle Toby. Chapter 3.LI.Prev Next All
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