The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne (pdf e book reader txt) 📕

in order to expostulate with him upon the protraction of the cure, which, he told him, might surely have been accomplished at least by that time:⁠—He dwelt long upon the miseries he had undergone, and the sorrows of his four years melancholy imprisonment;⁠—adding, that had it not been for the kind looks and fraternal chearings of the best of brothers,⁠—he had long since sunk under his misfortunes.⁠⸺⁠My father was by: My uncle Toby’s eloquence brought tears into his eyes;⁠⸺’twas unexpected:⁠⸺⁠My uncle Toby, by nature was not eloquent;⁠—it had the greater effect:⁠⸺⁠The surgeon was confounded;⁠⸺⁠not that there wanted grounds for such, or greater marks of impatience,⁠—but ’twas unexpected too; in the four years he had attended him, he had never seen anything like it in my uncle Toby’s carriage; he had never once dropped one fretful or discontented word;⁠⸺⁠he had been all patience,⁠—all submission.

—We lose the right of complaining sometimes by forbearing it;⁠—but we often treble the force:⁠—The surgeon was astonished; but much more so, when he heard my uncle Toby go on, and peremptorily insist upon his healing up the wound directly,⁠—or sending for Monsieur Ronjat, the king’s serjeant-surgeon, to do it for him.

The desire of life and health is implanted in man’s nature;⁠⸺⁠the love of liberty and enlargement is a sister-passion to it: These my uncle Toby had in common with his species;⁠⸺⁠and either of them had been sufficient to account for his earnest desire to get well and out of doors;⁠⸺⁠but I have told you before, that nothing wrought with our family after the common way;⁠⸺⁠and from the time and manner in which this eager desire showed itself in the present case, the penetrating reader will suspect there was some other cause or crotchet for it in my uncle Toby’s head:⁠⸺⁠There was so, and ’tis the subject of the next chapter to set forth what that cause and crotchet was. I own, when that’s done, ’twill be time to return back to the parlour fireside, where we left my uncle Toby in the middle of his sentence.

V

When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,⁠—or, in other words, when his Hobbyhorse grows headstrong,⁠⸺⁠farewel cool reason and fair discretion!

My uncle Toby’s wound was near well, and as soon as the surgeon recovered his surprise, and could get leave to say as much⁠⸺⁠he told him, ’twas just beginning to incarnate; and that if no fresh exfoliation happened, which there was no sign of,⁠—it would be dried up in five or six weeks. The sound of as many Olympiads, twelve hours before, would have conveyed an idea of shorter duration to my uncle Toby’s mind.⁠⸺⁠The succession of his ideas was now rapid,⁠—he broiled with impatience to put his design in execution;⁠⸺⁠and so, without consulting farther with any soul living,⁠—which, by the by, I think is right, when you are predetermined to take no one soul’s advice,⁠⸺⁠he privately ordered Trim, his man, to pack up a bundle of lint and dressings, and hire a chariot-and-four to be at the door exactly by twelve o’clock that day, when he knew my father would be upon ’Change.⁠⸺⁠So leaving a banknote upon the table for the surgeon’s care of him, and a letter of tender thanks for his brother’s⁠—he packed up his maps, his books of fortification, his instruments, etc., and by the help of a crutch on one side, and Trim on the other,⁠⸺⁠my uncle Toby embarked for Shandy-Hall.

The reason, or rather the rise of this sudden demigration was as follows:

The table in my uncle Toby’s room, and at which, the night before this change happened, he was sitting with his maps, etc., about him⁠—being somewhat of the smallest, for that infinity of great and small instruments of knowledge which usually lay crowded upon it⁠—he had the accident, in reaching over for his tobacco-box, to throw down his compasses, and in stooping to take the compasses up, with his sleeve he threw down his case of instruments and snuffers;⁠—and as the dice took a run against him, in his endeavouring to catch the snuffers in falling,⁠⸺⁠he thrust Monsieur Blondel off the table, and Count de Pagan o’top of him.

’Twas to no purpose for a man, lame as my uncle Toby was, to think of redressing these evils by himself,⁠—he rung his bell for his man Trim;⁠⸻Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, prithee see what confusion I have here been making⁠—I must have some better contrivance, Trim.⁠⸺⁠Can’st not thou take my rule, and measure the length and breadth of this table, and then go and bespeak me one as big again?⁠⸺⁠Yes, an’ please your Honour, replied Trim, making a bow; but I hope your Honour will be soon well enough to get down to your country-seat, where,⁠—as your Honour takes so much pleasure in fortification, we could manage this matter to a T.

I must here inform you, that this servant of my uncle Toby’s, who went by the name of Trim, had been a corporal in my uncle’s own company,⁠—his real name was James Butler,⁠—but having got the nickname of Trim in the regiment, my uncle Toby, unless when he happened to be very angry with him, would never call him by any other name.

The poor fellow had been disabled for the service, by a wound on his left knee by a musket-bullet, at the battle of Landen, which was two years before the affair of Namur;⁠—and as the fellow was well-beloved in the regiment, and a handy fellow into the bargain, my uncle Toby took him for his servant; and of an excellent use was he, attending my uncle Toby in the camp and in his quarters as a valet, groom, barber, cook, sempster, and nurse; and indeed, from first to last, waited upon him and served him with great fidelity and affection.

My uncle Toby loved the man in return, and what attached him more to him still, was the similitude of their knowledge.⁠⸺⁠For Corporal Trim (for so, for the future, I shall call him), by four years occasional attention to his