Part 44 (2/2)

I told the reader, this time two years, that my uncle Toby was not eloquent; and in the very same page gave an instance to the contrary:-I repeat the observation, and a fact which contradicts it again.-He was not eloquent,-it was not easy to my uncle Toby to make long harangues,-and he hated florid ones; but there were occasions where the stream overflowed the man, and ran so counter to its usual course, that in some parts my uncle Toby, for a time, was at least equal to Tertullus-but in others, in my own opinion, infinitely above him.

My father was so highly pleased with one of these apologetical orations of my uncle Toby's, which he had delivered one evening before him and Yorick, that he wrote it down before he went to bed.

I have had the good fortune to meet with it amongst my father's papers, with here and there an insertion of his own, betwixt two crooks, thus (.. .), and is endorsed,

My Brother Toby's Justification of His Own Principles and Conduct in Wis.h.i.+ng to Continue the War.

I may safely say, I have read over this apologetical oration of my uncle Toby's a hundred times, and think it so fine a model of defence,-and shews so sweet a temperament of gallantry and good principles in him, that I give it the world, word for word (interlineations and all), as I find it.

Chapter 3.LXXV.

My Uncle Toby's Apologetical Oration.

I am not insensible, brother Shandy, that when a man whose profession is arms, wishes, as I have done, for war,-it has an ill aspect to the world;-and that, how just and right soever his motives the intentions may be,-he stands in an uneasy posture in vindicating himself from private views in doing it.

For this cause, if a soldier is a prudent man, which he may be without being a jot the less brave, he will be sure not to utter his wish in the hearing of an enemy; for say what he will, an enemy will not believe him.-He will be cautious of doing it even to a friend,-lest he may suffer in his esteem:-But if his heart is overcharged, and a secret sigh for arms must have its vent, he will reserve it for the ear of a brother, who knows his character to the bottom, and what his true notions, dispositions, and principles of honour are: What, I hope, I have been in all these, brother Shandy, would be unbecoming in me to say:-much worse, I know, have I been than I ought,-and something worse, perhaps, than I think: But such as I am, you, my dear brother Shandy, who have sucked the same b.r.e.a.s.t.s with me,-and with whom I have been brought up from my cradle,-and from whose knowledge, from the first hours of our boyish pastimes, down to this, I have concealed no one action of my life, and scarce a thought in it-Such as I am, brother, you must by this time know me, with all my vices, and with all my weaknesses too, whether of my age, my temper, my pa.s.sions, or my understanding.

Tell me then, my dear brother Shandy, upon which of them it is, that when I condemned the peace of Utrecht, and grieved the war was not carried on with vigour a little longer, you should think your brother did it upon unworthy views; or that in wis.h.i.+ng for war, he should be bad enough to wish more of his fellow-creatures slain,-more slaves made, and more families driven from their peaceful habitations, merely for his own pleasure:-Tell me, brother Shandy, upon what one deed of mine do you ground it? (The devil a deed do I know of, dear Toby, but one for a hundred pounds, which I lent thee to carry on these cursed sieges.)

If, when I was a school-boy, I could not hear a drum beat, but my heart beat with it-was it my fault?-Did I plant the propensity there?-Did I sound the alarm within, or Nature?

When Guy, Earl of Warwick, and Parismus and Parismenus, and Valentine and Orson, and the Seven Champions of England, were handed around the school,-were they not all purchased with my own pocket-money? Was that selfish, brother Shandy? When we read over the siege of Troy, which lasted ten years and eight months,-though with such a train of artillery as we had at Namur, the town might have been carried in a week-was I not as much concerned for the destruction of the Greeks and Trojans as any boy of the whole school? Had I not three strokes of a ferula given me, two on my right hand, and one on my left, for calling Helena a b.i.t.c.h for it? Did any one of you shed more tears for Hector? And when king Priam came to the camp to beg his body, and returned weeping back to Troy without it,-you know, brother, I could not eat my dinner.-

-Did that bespeak me cruel? Or because, brother Shandy, my blood flew out into the camp, and my heart panted for war,-was it a proof it could not ache for the distresses of war too?

O brother! 'tis one thing for a soldier to gather laurels,-and 'tis another to scatter cypress.-(Who told thee, my dear Toby, that cypress was used by the antients on mournful occasions?)

-'Tis one thing, brother Shandy, for a soldier to hazard his own life-to leap first down into the trench, where he is sure to be cut in pieces:-'Tis one thing, from public spirit and a thirst of glory, to enter the breach the first man,-to stand in the foremost rank, and march bravely on with drums and trumpets, and colours flying about his ears:-'Tis one thing, I say, brother Shandy, to do this,-and 'tis another thing to reflect on the miseries of war;-to view the desolations of whole countries, and consider the intolerable fatigues and hards.h.i.+ps which the soldier himself, the instrument who works them, is forced (for sixpence a day, if he can get it) to undergo.

Need I be told, dear Yorick, as I was by you, in Le Fever's funeral sermon, That so soft and gentle a creature, born to love, to mercy, and kindness, as man is, was not shaped for this?-But why did you not add, Yorick,-if not by Nature-that he is so by Necessity?-For what is war? what is it, Yorick, when fought as ours has been, upon principles of liberty, and upon principles of honour-what is it, but the getting together of quiet and harmless people, with their swords in their hands, to keep the ambitious and the turbulent within bounds? And heaven is my witness, brother Shandy, that the pleasure I have taken in these things,-and that infinite delight, in particular, which has attended my sieges in my bowling-green, has arose within me, and I hope in the corporal too, from the consciousness we both had, that in carrying them on, we were answering the great ends of our creation.

Chapter 3.LXXVI.

I told the Christian reader-I say Christian-hoping he is one-and if he is not, I am sorry for it-and only beg he will consider the matter with himself, and not lay the blame entirely upon this book-

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