Part 63 (1/2)

The measures were taken at once-and my uncle Toby and the corporal went on with theirs.

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 turn'd-

-I had better take the red plush ones, quoth my uncle Toby-They will be too clumsy-said the corporal.

Chapter 4.LIII.

-Thou wilt get a brush and a little chalk to my sword-'Twill be only in your honour's way, replied Trim.

Chapter 4.LIV.

-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 s.h.i.+rt 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 pa.s.s, 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.

Chapter 4.LV.

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 a.s.s (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 appet.i.tes 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 pa.s.sions once-but a.s.s always instead of them-So that he might be said truly, to have been upon the bones, or the back of his own a.s.s, or else of some other man's, during all that time.

I must here observe to you the difference betwixt My father's a.s.s 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 a.s.s about him-'Tis the sporting little filly-folly which carries you out for the present hour-a maggot, a b.u.t.terfly, a picture, a fiddlestick-an uncle Toby's siege-or an any thing, which a man makes a s.h.i.+ft 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 a.s.s-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.

Chapter 4.LVI.

Well! dear brother Toby, said my father, upon his first seeing him after he fell in love-and how goes it with your a.s.se?

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.