Part 34 (1/2)

Chapter 3.XX.

The corporal had not taken his measures so badly in this stroke of artillerys.h.i.+p, but that he might have kept the matter entirely to himself, and left Susannah to have sustained the whole weight of the attack, as she could;-true courage is not content with coming off so.-The corporal, whether as general or comptroller of the train,-'twas no matter,-had done that, without which, as he imagined, the misfortune could never have happened,-at least in Susannah's hands;-How would your honours have behaved?-He determined at once, not to take shelter behind Susannah,-but to give it; and with this resolution upon his mind, he marched upright into the parlour, to lay the whole manoeuvre before my uncle Toby.

My uncle Toby had just then been giving Yorick an account of the Battle of Steenkirk, and of the strange conduct of count Solmes in ordering the foot to halt, and the horse to march where it could not act; which was directly contrary to the king's commands, and proved the loss of the day.

There are incidents in some families so pat to the purpose of what is going to follow,-they are scarce exceeded by the invention of a dramatic writer;-I mean of ancient days.-

Trim, by the help of his fore-finger, laid flat upon the table, and the edge of his hand striking across it at right angles, made a s.h.i.+ft to tell his story so, that priests and virgins might have listened to it;-and the story being told,-the dialogue went on as follows.

Chapter 3.XXI.

-I would be picquetted to death, cried the corporal, as he concluded Susannah's story, before I would suffer the woman to come to any harm,-'twas my fault, an' please your honour,-not her's.

Corporal Trim, replied my uncle Toby, putting on his hat which lay upon the table,-if any thing can be said to be a fault, when the service absolutely requires it should be done,-'tis I certainly who deserve the blame,-you obeyed your orders.

Had count Solmes, Trim, done the same at the battle of Steenkirk, said Yorick, drolling a little upon the corporal, who had been run over by a dragoon in the retreat,-he had saved thee;-Saved! cried Trim, interrupting Yorick, and finis.h.i.+ng the sentence for him after his own fas.h.i.+on,-he had saved five battalions, an' please your reverence, every soul of them:-there was Cutt's,-continued the corporal, clapping the forefinger of his right hand upon the thumb of his left, and counting round his hand,-there was Cutt's,-Mackay's,-Angus's,-Graham's,-and Leven's, all cut to pieces;-and so had the English life-guards too, had it not been for some regiments upon the right, who marched up boldly to their relief, and received the enemy's fire in their faces, before any one of their own platoons discharged a musket,-they'll go to heaven for it,-added Trim.-Trim is right, said my uncle Toby, nodding to Yorick,-he's perfectly right. What signified his marching the horse, continued the corporal, where the ground was so strait, that the French had such a nation of hedges, and copses, and ditches, and fell'd trees laid this way and that to cover them (as they always have).-Count Solmes should have sent us,-we would have fired muzzle to muzzle with them for their lives.-There was nothing to be done for the horse:-he had his foot shot off however for his pains, continued the corporal, the very next campaign at Landen.-Poor Trim got his wound there, quoth my uncle Toby.-'Twas owing, an' please your honour, entirely to count Solmes,-had he drubbed them soundly at Steenkirk, they would not have fought us at Landen.-Possibly not,-Trim, said my uncle Toby;-though if they have the advantage of a wood, or you give them a moment's time to intrench themselves, they are a nation which will pop and pop for ever at you.-There is no way but to march coolly up to them,-receive their fire, and fall in upon them, pell-mell-Ding dong, added Trim.-Horse and foot, said my uncle Toby.-Helter Skelter, said Trim.-Right and left, cried my uncle Toby.-Blood an' ounds, shouted the corporal;-the battle raged,-Yorick drew his chair a little to one side for safety, and after a moment's pause, my uncle Toby sinking his voice a note,-resumed the discourse as follows.

Chapter 3.XXII.

King William, said my uncle Toby, addressing himself to Yorick, was so terribly provoked at count Solmes for disobeying his orders, that he would not suffer him to come into his presence for many months after.-I fear, answered Yorick, the squire will be as much provoked at the corporal, as the King at the count.-But 'twould be singularly hard in this case, continued be, if corporal Trim, who has behaved so diametrically opposite to count Solmes, should have the fate to be rewarded with the same disgrace:-too oft in this world, do things take that train.-I would spring a mine, cried my uncle Toby, rising up,-and blow up my fortifications, and my house with them, and we would perish under their ruins, ere I would stand by and see it.-Trim directed a slight,-but a grateful bow towards his master,-and so the chapter ends.

Chapter 3.XXIII.

-Then, Yorick, replied my uncle Toby, you and I will lead the way abreast,-and do you, corporal, follow a few paces behind us.-And Susannah, an' please your honour, said Trim, shall be put in the rear.-'Twas an excellent disposition,-and in this order, without either drums beating, or colours flying, they marched slowly from my uncle Toby's house to Shandy-hall.

-I wish, said Trim, as they entered the door,-instead of the sash weights, I had cut off the church spout, as I once thought to have done.-You have cut off spouts enow, replied Yorick.

Chapter 3.XXIV.

As many pictures as have been given of my father, how like him soever in different airs and att.i.tudes,-not one, or all of them, can ever help the reader to any kind of preconception of how my father would think, speak, or act, upon any untried occasion or occurrence of life.-There was that infinitude of oddities in him, and of chances along with it, by which handle he would take a thing,-it baffled, Sir, all calculations.-The truth was, his road lay so very far on one side, from that wherein most men travelled,-that every object before him presented a face and section of itself to his eye, altogether different from the plan and elevation of it seen by the rest of mankind.-In other words, 'twas a different object, and in course was differently considered:

This is the true reason, that my dear Jenny and I, as well as all the world besides us, have such eternal squabbles about nothing.-She looks at her outside,-I, at her in.... How is it possible we should agree about her value?

Chapter 3.XXV.