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Chapter 81 We live in a world beset on all sides with mysteries and riddlesand so tis no matterelse it seems strange, that Nature, who makes every thing so well to answer its destination, and seldom or never errs, unless for pastime, in giving such forms and aptitudes to whatever passes through her hands, that whether she designs for the plough, the caravan, the cartor whatever other creature she models, be it but an asses foal, you are sure to have the thing you wanted; and yet at the same time should so eternally bungle it as she does, in making so simple a thing as a married man. Whether it is in the choice of the clayor that it is frequently spoiled in the baking; by an excess of which a husband may turn out too crusty (you know) on one handor not enough so, through defect of heat, on the other or whether this great Artificer is not so attentive to the little Platonic exigences of that part of the species, for whose use she is fabricating thisor that her Ladyship sometimes scarce knows what sort of a husband will doI know not: we will discourse about it after supper. It is enough, that neither the observation itself, or the reasoning upon it, are at all to the purposebut rather against it; since with regard to my uncle Tobys fitness for the marriage state, nothing was ever better: she had formed him of the best and kindliest clayhad temperd it with her own milk, and breathed into it the sweetest spiritshe had made him all gentle, generous, and humaneshe had filled his heart with trust and confidence, and disposed every passage which led to it, for the communication of the tenderest officesshe had moreover considered the other causes for which matrimony was ordained And accordingly. . .. The Donation was not defeated by my uncle Tobys wound. Now this last article was somewhat apocryphal; and the Devil, who is the great disturber of our faiths in this world, had raised scruples in Mrs. Wadmans brain about it; and like a true devil as he was, had done his own work at the same time, by turning my uncle Tobys Virtue thereupon into nothing but empty bottles, tripes, trunk-hose, and pantofles. |
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