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The eye of Goodness espieth all thingsso that before the corporal had well got through the first five words of his story, had my uncle Toby twice touchd his Montero-cap with the end of his cane, interrogativelyas much as to say, Why dont you put it on, Trim? Trim took it up with the most respectful slowness, and casting a glance of humiliation as he did it, upon the embroidery of the fore-part, which being dismally tarnishd and frayd moreover in some of the principal leaves and boldest parts of the pattern, he layd it down again between his two feet, in order to moralize upon the subject. Tis every word of it but too true, cried my uncle Toby, that thou art about to observe Nothing in this world, Trim, is made to last for ever. But when tokens, dear Tom, of thy love and remembrance wear out, said Trim, what shall we say? There is no occasion, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, to say any thing else; and was a man to puzzle his brains till Dooms day, I believe, Trim, it would be impossible. The corporal, perceiving my uncle Toby was in the right, and that it would be in vain for the wit of man to think of extracting a purer moral from his cap, without further attempting it, he put it on; and passing his hand across his forehead to rub out a pensive wrinkle, which the text and the doctrine between them had engenderd, he returnd, with the same look and tone of voice, to his story of the king of Bohemia and his seven castles. The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued. There was a certain king of Bohemia, but in whose reign, except his own, I am not able to inform your honour I do not desire it of thee, Trim, by any means, cried my uncle Toby. It was a little before the time, an please your honour, when giants were beginning to leave off breeding:but in what year of our Lord that was I would not give a halfpenny to know, said my uncle Toby. Only, an please your honour, it makes a story look the better in the face Tis thy own, Trim, so ornament it after thy own fashion; and take any date, continued my uncle Toby, looking pleasantly upon himtake any date in the whole world thou chusest, and put it tothou art heartily welcome The corporal bowed; for of every century, and of every year of that century, from the first creation of the world down to Noahs flood; and from Noahs flood to the birth of Abraham; through all the pilgrimages of the patriarchs, to the departure of the Israelites out of Egyptand throughout all the Dynasties, Olympiads, Urbeconditas, and other memorable epochas of the different nations of the world, down to the coming of Christ, and from thence to the very moment in which the corporal was telling his storyhad my uncle Toby subjected this vast empire of time and all its abysses at his feet; but as Modesty scarce touches with a finger what Liberality offers her with both hands openthe corporal contented himself with the very worst year of the whole bunch; which, to prevent your honours of the Majority and Minority from tearing the very flesh off your bones in contestation, Whether that year is not always the last cast-year of the last cast-almanackI tell you plainly it was; but from a different reason than you wot of It was the year next himwhich being the year of our Lord seventeen hundred and twelve, when the Duke of Ormond was playing the devil in Flandersthe corporal took it, and set out with it afresh on his expedition to Bohemia. The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued. |
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