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You ain't got any too many friends, Shandy, an' you'd better stick to them that'll help you." "Do I get that five hundred, sure?" "If Lucretia don't beat The Dutchman, you get it." When the boy had gone Faust came forth from his hiding like a badger. "That's a bad boy a wicked boy!" he said, pulling a solemn face. "You're a good man, Langdon, to steer him in the straight an' narrer path.
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.
Sypher paused for a moment or two before replying. "I should lose a friend," said he. "Humph!" said Cousin Jane. If the late Rev. Laurence Sterne had known Cousin Jane, "Tristram Shandy" would have been the richer by a chapter on "Humphs."
[Footnote 10: This attempt to supply a ninth volume of Tristram Shandy seems to have been overlooked. A
"Tom Jones," "Peregrine Pickle," and "Tristram Shandy" are books a man is the better for reading, if he read them wisely.
On the fourth Porter determined to ride the horse himself; he would not be beaten out by an ungrateful whelp like Shandy. In his day he had been a famous gentleman jock, and still light enough to ride work. "I don't like the idea, sor; it's not good enough," remonstrated Mike. But his master was obdurate. If Allis rode Lauzanne, why shouldn't he ride Diablo?
Poor Yorick! expresses so tenderly the amiable faults for which he suffered; Captain Shandy, that combination of simplicity, gentleness, humanity, and modesty, are all creations which deserve to rank with the most individual and happily conceived of fictitious personages. Sterne makes a character known to the reader by a succession of delicate touches rather than by description.
"Don't ask me, when he's as big and husky as any two of mine!" said she, reassuringly. "I guess you do jest about right. But, Shandy, you've got to shorten him." "Well, what'll I get?" asked Shandon. Mrs. Larabee, in her element, considered. "You'll want about eight good, strong calico rompers," she began authoritatively. Then suddenly she interrupted herself.
"Quick! through the hay window!" commanded Allis, standing between Shandy and the horse, and drawing the whip back over her left shoulder, ready to give it to Diablo full in the throat should he charge again. Cowed, the boy clambered through the opening.
For three days after his discharge Shandy sat brooding with the low cunning of a forest animal over his fancied ill-treatment. More than once he had received money from Langdon for touting off to him Porter's stable matters; now in his unreasoning bitterness he contrasted Langdon and Porter. "Dick's white, he is, an' I'll go git a job from him.
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