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Trim can repeat every word of it by heart, quoth my uncle Toby. Pugh! said my father, not caring to be interrupted with Trim's saying his Catechism. He can, upon my honour, replied my uncle Toby. Ask him, Mr. Yorick, any question you please. The fifth Commandment, Trim, said Yorick, speaking mildly, and with a gentle nod, as to a modest Catechumen. The corporal stood silent.
But I am an old hawk at the sport, and wrote her such a cool, deliberate, prudent reply, as brought my bird from her aerial towerings, pop, down to my foot, like Corporal Trim's hat." I avow a carnal longing, after this transcription, to buffet the Old Hawk about the ears. One more detail to characterise the period.
"We are sick we are quite tired we can no longer bear corporal Trim's insipidity thread-bare stupid and unaffecting absolutely dull misapplication of talents he will unavoidably sink into contempt."
The fellow loved to advise, or rather to hear himself talk; his carriage, however, was so perfectly respectful, 'twas easy to keep him silent when you had him so; but set his tongue a-going, you had no hold of him he was voluble; the eternal interlardings of your Honour, with the respectfulness of Corporal Trim's manner, interceding so strong in behalf of his elocution, that though you might have been incommoded, you could not well be angry.
In Trim's case there was a concurrence of nothing in the world, but of him and Bridget in the kitchen; though in truth, the love and veneration he bore his master was such, and so fond was he of imitating him in all he did, that had my uncle Toby employed his time and genius in tagging of points I am persuaded the honest corporal would have laid down his arms, and followed his example with pleasure.
I am at a loss, Captain Shandy, quoth Doctor Slop, to determine in which branch of learning your servant shines most, whether in physiology or divinity. Slop had not forgot Trim's comment upon the sermon. It is but an hour ago, replied Yorick, since the corporal was examined in the latter, and passed muster with great honour.
I've gone a little about no matter, 'tis for health let us only carry it back in our mind to the mortality of Trim's hat 'Are we not here now, and gone in a moment? There was nothing in the sentence 'twas one of your self-evident truths we have the advantage of hearing every day; and if Trim had not trusted more to his hat than his head he made nothing at all of it.
Trim's plan of operation ran so in my Uncle Toby's head, he could not taste it. "Trim," quoth my Uncle Toby, "get me to bed." 'Twas all one. Corporal Trim's description had fired his imagination. My Uncle Toby could not shut his eyes.
When Trim's answer, in an instant, tore the laurel from his brows, and twisted it to pieces. This unfortunate draw-bridge of yours, quoth my father God bless your honour, cried Trim, 'tis a bridge for master's nose.
My uncle Toby loved the man in return, and what attached him more to him still, was the similitude of their knowledge. I have but one more stroke to give to finish Corporal Trim's character, and it is the only dark line in it.
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