The life and opinions of Tristram Shandy, gentleman

sunk ten times deeper into it than the evils themselves——but when Mrs. _Wadman_ went round about by _Namur_ to get at my uncle _Toby_’s groin; and engaged him to attack the point of the advanced counterscarp, and _péle mele_ with the _Dutch_ to take the counterguard of St. _Roch_ sword in hand—and then with tender notes playing upon his ear, led him all bleeding by the hand out of the trench, wiping her eye, as he was carried to his tent——Heaven! Earth! Sea!—all was lifted up—the springs of nature rose above their levels—an angel of mercy sat besides him on the sopha—his heart glow’d with fire—and had he been worth a thousand, he had lost every heart of them to Mrs. _Wadman._ —And whereabouts, dear sir, quoth Mrs. _Wadman_, a little categorically, did you receive this sad blow?——In asking this question, Mrs. _Wadman_ gave a slight glance towards the waistband of my uncle _Toby_’s red plush breeches, expecting naturally, as the shortest reply to it, that my uncle _Toby_ would lay his fore-finger upon the place——It fell out otherwise——for my uncle _Toby_ having got his wound before the gate of St. _Nicolas_, in one of the traverses of the trench opposite to the salient angle of the demibastion of St. _Roch;_ he could at any time stick a pin upon the identical spot of ground where he was standing when the stone struck him: this struck instantly upon my uncle _Toby_’s sensorium——and with it, struck his large map of the town and citadel of _Namur_ and its environs, which he had purchased and pasted down upon a board, by the corporal’s aid, during his long illness——it had lain with other military lumber in the garret ever since, and accordingly the corporal was detached to the garret to fetch it. My uncle _Toby_ measured off thirty toises, with Mrs. _Wadman_’s scissars, from the returning angle before the gate of St. _Nicolas;_ and with such a virgin modesty laid her finger upon the place, that the goddess of Decency, if then in being—if not, ’twas her shade—shook her head, and with a finger wavering across her eyes—forbid her to explain the mistake. Unhappy Mrs. _Wadman!_ ——For nothing can make this chapter go off with spirit but an apostrophe to thee——but my heart tells me, that in such a crisis an apostrophe is but an insult in disguise, and ere I would offer one to a woman in distress—let the chapter go to the devil; provided any damn’d critic in _keeping_ will be but at the trouble to take it with him. [45] This must be a mistake in Mr. _Shandy;_ for _Graaf_ wrote upon the pancreatick juice, and the parts of generation. C H A P. LXXXVI MYy uncle _Toby_’s Map is carried down into the kitchen. C H A P. LXXXVII ——AND here is the _Maes_—and this is the _Sambre;_ said the corporal, pointing with his right hand extended a little towards the map, and his left upon Mrs. _Bridget_’s shoulder—but not the shoulder next him—and this, said he, is the town of _Namur_—and this the citadel—and there lay the _French_—and here lay his honour and myself——and in this cursed trench, Mrs. _Bridget_, quoth the corporal, taking her by the hand, did he receive the wound which crush’d him so miserably _here._——In pronouncing which, he slightly press’d the back of her hand towards the part he felt for——and let it fall. We thought, Mr. _Trim_, it had been more in the middle,——said Mrs. _Bridget_—— That would have undone us for ever—said the corporal. ——And left my poor mistress undone too, said _Bridget._ The corporal made no reply to the repartee, but by giving Mrs. _Bridget_ a kiss. Come—come—said _Bridget_—holding the palm of her left hand parallel to the plane of the horizon, and sliding the fingers of the other over it, in a way which could not have been done, had there been the least wart or protruberance——’Tis every syllable of it false, cried the corporal, before she had half finished the sentence—— —I know it to be fact, said _Bridget_, from credible witnesses. ——Upon my honour, said the corporal, laying his hand upon his heart, and blushing, as he spoke, with honest resentment—’tis a story, Mrs. _Bridget_, as false as hell——Not, said _Bridget_, interrupting him, that either I or my mistress care a halfpenny about it, whether ’tis so or no——only that when one is married, one would chuse to have such a thing by one at least—— It was somewhat unfortunate for Mrs. _Bridget_, that she had begun the attack with her manual exercise; for the corporal instantly * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *. C H A P. LXXXVIII IT was like the momentary contest in the moist eye-lids of an _April_ morning, “Whether Bridget should laugh or cry.” She snatch’d up a rolling-pin——’twas ten to one, she had laugh’d—— She laid it down——she cried; and had one single tear of ’em but tasted of bitterness, full sorrowful would the corporal’s heart have been that he had used the argument; but the corporal understood the sex, a _quart major to a terce_ at least, better than my uncle _Toby_, and accordingly he assailed Mrs. _Bridget_ after this manner. I know, Mrs. _Bridget_, said the corporal, giving her a most respectful kiss, that thou art good and modest by nature, and art withal so generous a girl in thyself, that, if I know thee rightly, thou would’st not wound an insect, much less the honour of so gallant and worthy a soul as my master, wast thou sure to be made a countess of——but thou hast been set on, and deluded, dear _Bridget_, as is often a woman’s case, “to please others more than themselves——” _Bridget_’s eyes poured down at the sensations the corporal excited. ——Tell me——tell me, then, my dear _Bridget_, continued the corporal, taking hold of her hand, which hung down dead by her side,——and giving a second kiss——whose suspicion has misled thee? _Bridget_ sobb’d a sob or two——then open’d her eyes——the corporal wiped ’em with the bottom of her apron——she then open’d her heart and told him all. C H A P. LXXXIX MY uncle _Toby_ and the corporal had gone on separately with their operations the greatest part of the campaign, and as effectually cut off from all communication of what either the one or the other had been doing, as if they had been separated from each other by the _Maes_ or the _Sambre._ My uncle _Toby_, on his side, had presented himself every afternoon in his red and silver, and blue and gold alternately, and sustained an infinity of attacks in them, without knowing them to be attacks—and so had nothing to communicate—— The corporal, on his side, in taking _Bridget_, by it had gain’d considerable advantages——and consequently had much to communicate——but what were the advantages——as well as what was the manner by which he had seiz’d them, required so nice an historian, that the corporal durst not venture upon it; and as sensible as he was of glory, would rather have been contented to have gone bareheaded and without laurels for ever, than torture his master’s modesty for a single moment—— ——Best of honest and gallant servants!——But I have apostrophiz’d thee, _Trim!_ once before——and could I apotheosize thee also (that is to say) with good company——I would do it _without ceremony_ in the very next page. C H A P. XC NOW my uncle _Toby_ had one evening laid down his pipe upon the table, and was counting over to himself upon his finger ends (beginning at his thumb) all Mrs. _Wadman_’s perfections one by one; and happening two or three times together, either by omitting some, or counting others twice over, to puzzle himself sadly before he could get beyond his middle finger——Prithee, _Trim!_ said he, taking up his pipe again,——bring me a pen and ink: _Trim_ brought paper also. Take a full sheet——_Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_, making a sign with his pipe at the same time to take a chair and sit down close by him at the table. The corporal obeyed——placed the paper directly before him——took a pen, and dipp’d it in the ink. —She has a thousand virtues, _Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_—— Am I to set them down, an’ please your honour? quoth the corporal. ——But they must be taken in their ranks, replied my uncle _Toby;_ for of them all, _Trim_, that which wins me most, and which is a security for all the rest, is the compassionate turn and singular humanity of her character—I protest, added my uncle _Toby_, looking up, as he protested it, towards the top of the ceiling—That was I her brother, _Trim_, a thousand fold, she could not make more constant or more tender enquiries after my sufferings——though now no more. The corporal made no reply to my uncle _Toby_’s protestation, but by a short cough—he dipp’d the pen a second time into the inkhorn; and my uncle _Toby_, pointing with the end of his pipe as close to the top of the sheet at the left hand corner of it, as he could get it——the corporal wrote down the word H U M A N I T Y - - - - thus. Prithee, corporal, said my uncle _Toby_, as soon as _Trim_ had done it——how often does Mrs. _Bridget_ enquire after the wound on the cap of thy knee, which thou received’st at the battle of _Landen?_ She never, an’ please your honour, enquires after it at all. That, corporal, said my uncle _Toby_, with all the triumph the goodness of his nature would permit——That shews the difference in the character of the mistress and maid——had the fortune of war allotted the same mischance to me, Mrs. _Wadman_ would have enquired into every circumstance relating to it a hundred times——She would have enquired, an’ please your honour, ten times as often about your honour’s groin——The pain, _Trim_, is equally excruciating,——and Compassion has as much to do with the one as the other—— ——God bless your honour! cried the corporal——what has a woman’s compassion to do with a wound upon the cap of a man’s knee? had your honour’s been shot into ten thousand splinters at the affair of _Landen_, Mrs. _Wadman_ would have troubled her head as little about it as _Bridget;_ because, added the corporal, lowering his voice, and speaking very distinctly, as he assigned his reason—— “The knee is such a distance from the main body——whereas the groin, your honour knows, is upon the very _curtain_ of the _place._” My uncle _Toby_ gave a long whistle——but in a note which could scarce be heard across the table. The corporal had advanced too far to retire——in three words he told the rest—— My uncle _Toby_ laid down his pipe as gently upon the fender, as if it had been spun from the unravellings of a spider’s web—— ——Let us go to my brother _Shandy_’s, said he. C H A P. XCI THERE will be just time, whilst my uncle _Toby_ and _Trim_ are walking to my father’s, to inform you that Mrs. _Wadman_ had, some moons before this, made a confident of my mother; and that Mrs. _Bridget_, who had the burden of her own, as well as her mistress’s secret to carry, had got happily delivered of both to _Susannah_ behind the garden-wall. As for my mother, she saw nothing at all in it, to make the least bustle about——but _Susannah_ was sufficient by herself for all the ends and purposes you could possibly have, in exporting a family secret; for she instantly imparted it by signs to _Jonathan_——and _Jonathan_ by tokens to the cook as she was basting a loin of mutton; the cook sold it with some kitchen-fat to the postillion for a groat, who truck’d it with the dairy maid for something of about the same value——and though whisper’d in the hay-loft, FAME caught the notes with her brazen trumpet, and sounded them upon the house-top—In a word, not an old woman in the village or five miles round, who did not understand the difficulties of my uncle _Toby_’s siege, and what were the secret articles which had delayed the surrender.—— My father, whose way was to force every event in nature into an