The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy [239]
that drum beats in our ears, I trust, corporal, we shall neither of us want so much humanity and fellow-feeling, as to face about and march.
In pronouncing this, my uncle Toby faced about, and march'd firmly as at the head of his company--and the faithful corporal, shouldering his stick, and striking his hand upon his coat-skirt as he took his first step-- march'd close behind him down the avenue.
--Now what can their two noddles be about? cried my father to my mother--by all that's strange, they are besieging Mrs. Wadman in form, and are marching round her house to mark out the lines of circumvallation.
I dare say, quoth my mother--But stop, dear Sir--for what my mother dared to say upon the occasion--and what my father did say upon it--with her replies and his rejoinders, shall be read, perused, paraphrased, commented, and descanted upon--or to say it all in a word, shall be thumb'd over by Posterity in a chapter apart--I say, by Posterity--and care not, if I repeat the word again--for what has this book done more than the Legation of Moses, or the Tale of a Tub, that it may not swim down the gutter of Time along with them?
I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen: the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more-- every thing presses on--whilst thou art twisting that lock,--see! it grows grey; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make.--
--Heaven have mercy upon us both!
Chapter 4.LXVIII.
Now, for what the world thinks of that ejaculation--I would not give a groat.
Chapter 4.LXIX.
My mother had gone with her left arm twisted in my father's right, till they had got to the fatal angle of the old garden wall, where Doctor Slop was overthrown by Obadiah on the coach-horse: as this was directly opposite to the front of Mrs. Wadman's house, when my father came to it, he gave a look across; and seeing my uncle Toby and the corporal within ten paces of the door, he turn'd about--'Let us just stop a moment, quoth my father, and see with what ceremonies my brother Toby and his man Trim make their first entry--it will not detain us, added my father, a single minute:'
--No matter, if it be ten minutes, quoth my mother.
--It will not detain us half one; said my father.
The corporal was just then setting in with the story of his brother Tom and the Jew's widow: the story went on--and on--it had episodes in it--it came back, and went on--and on again; there was no end of it--the reader found it very long--
--G.. help my father! he pish'd fifty times at every new attitude, and gave the corporal's stick, with all its flourishings and danglings, to as many devils as chose to accept of them.
When issues of events like these my father is waiting for, are hanging in the scales of fate, the mind has the advantage of changing the principle of expectation three times, without which it would not have power to see it out.
Curiosity governs the first moment; and the second moment is all oeconomy to justify the expence of the first--and for the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth moments, and so on to the day of judgment--'tis a point of Honour.
I need not be told, that the ethic writers have assigned this all to Patience; but that Virtue, methinks, has extent of dominion sufficient of her own, and enough to do in it, without invading the few dismantled castles which Honour has left him upon the earth.
My father stood it out as well as he could with these three auxiliaries to the end of Trim's story; and from thence to the end of my uncle Toby's panegyrick upon arms, in the chapter following it; when seeing, that instead of marching up to Mrs. Wadman's door, they both faced about and march'd down the avenue diametrically opposite to his expectation--he broke out at once with that little subacid
In pronouncing this, my uncle Toby faced about, and march'd firmly as at the head of his company--and the faithful corporal, shouldering his stick, and striking his hand upon his coat-skirt as he took his first step-- march'd close behind him down the avenue.
--Now what can their two noddles be about? cried my father to my mother--by all that's strange, they are besieging Mrs. Wadman in form, and are marching round her house to mark out the lines of circumvallation.
I dare say, quoth my mother--But stop, dear Sir--for what my mother dared to say upon the occasion--and what my father did say upon it--with her replies and his rejoinders, shall be read, perused, paraphrased, commented, and descanted upon--or to say it all in a word, shall be thumb'd over by Posterity in a chapter apart--I say, by Posterity--and care not, if I repeat the word again--for what has this book done more than the Legation of Moses, or the Tale of a Tub, that it may not swim down the gutter of Time along with them?
I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen: the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more-- every thing presses on--whilst thou art twisting that lock,--see! it grows grey; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make.--
--Heaven have mercy upon us both!
Chapter 4.LXVIII.
Now, for what the world thinks of that ejaculation--I would not give a groat.
Chapter 4.LXIX.
My mother had gone with her left arm twisted in my father's right, till they had got to the fatal angle of the old garden wall, where Doctor Slop was overthrown by Obadiah on the coach-horse: as this was directly opposite to the front of Mrs. Wadman's house, when my father came to it, he gave a look across; and seeing my uncle Toby and the corporal within ten paces of the door, he turn'd about--'Let us just stop a moment, quoth my father, and see with what ceremonies my brother Toby and his man Trim make their first entry--it will not detain us, added my father, a single minute:'
--No matter, if it be ten minutes, quoth my mother.
--It will not detain us half one; said my father.
The corporal was just then setting in with the story of his brother Tom and the Jew's widow: the story went on--and on--it had episodes in it--it came back, and went on--and on again; there was no end of it--the reader found it very long--
--G.. help my father! he pish'd fifty times at every new attitude, and gave the corporal's stick, with all its flourishings and danglings, to as many devils as chose to accept of them.
When issues of events like these my father is waiting for, are hanging in the scales of fate, the mind has the advantage of changing the principle of expectation three times, without which it would not have power to see it out.
Curiosity governs the first moment; and the second moment is all oeconomy to justify the expence of the first--and for the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth moments, and so on to the day of judgment--'tis a point of Honour.
I need not be told, that the ethic writers have assigned this all to Patience; but that Virtue, methinks, has extent of dominion sufficient of her own, and enough to do in it, without invading the few dismantled castles which Honour has left him upon the earth.
My father stood it out as well as he could with these three auxiliaries to the end of Trim's story; and from thence to the end of my uncle Toby's panegyrick upon arms, in the chapter following it; when seeing, that instead of marching up to Mrs. Wadman's door, they both faced about and march'd down the avenue diametrically opposite to his expectation--he broke out at once with that little subacid