NOW my uncle _Toby_ had one evening laid down his pipe upon the table,
and was counting over to himself upon his finger ends (beginning at his
thumb) all Mrs. _Wadman_’s perfections one by one; and happening two or
three times together, either by omitting some, or counting others twice
over, to puzzle himself sadly before he could get beyond his middle
finger——Prithee, _Trim!_ said he, taking up his pipe again,——bring me a
pen and ink: _Trim_ brought paper also.
Take a full sheet——_Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_, making a sign with his
pipe at the same time to take a chair and sit down close by him at the
table. The corporal obeyed——placed the paper directly before him——took
a pen, and dipp’d it in the ink.
—She has a thousand virtues, _Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_——
Am I to set them down, an’ please your honour? quoth the corporal.
——But they must be taken in their ranks, replied my uncle _Toby;_ for
of them all, _Trim_, that which wins me most, and which is a security
for all the rest, is the compassionate turn and singular humanity of
her character—I protest, added my uncle _Toby_, looking up, as he
protested it, towards the top of the ceiling—That was I her brother,
_Trim_, a thousand fold, she could not make more constant or more
tender enquiries after my sufferings——though now no more.
The corporal made no reply to my uncle _Toby_’s protestation, but by a
short cough—he dipp’d the pen a second time into the inkhorn; and my
uncle _Toby_, pointing with the end of his pipe as close to the top of
the sheet at the left hand corner of it, as he could get it——the
corporal wrote down the word
H U M A N I T Y - - - - thus.
Prithee, corporal, said my uncle _Toby_, as soon as _Trim_ had done
it——how often does Mrs. _Bridget_ enquire after the wound on the cap of
thy knee, which thou received’st at the battle of _Landen?_
She never, an’ please your honour, enquires after it at all.
That, corporal, said my uncle _Toby_, with all the triumph the goodness
of his nature would permit——That shews the difference in the character
of the mistress and maid——had the fortune of war allotted the same
mischance to me, Mrs. _Wadman_ would have enquired into every
circumstance relating to it a hundred times——She would have enquired,
an’ please your honour, ten times as often about your honour’s
groin——The pain, _Trim_, is equally excruciating,——and Compassion has
as much to do with the one as the other——
——God bless your honour! cried the corporal——what has a woman’s
compassion to do with a wound upon the cap of a man’s knee? had your
honour’s been shot into ten thousand splinters at the affair of
_Landen_, Mrs. _Wadman_ would have troubled her head as little about it
as _Bridget;_ because, added the corporal, lowering his voice, and
speaking very distinctly, as he assigned his reason——
“The knee is such a distance from the main body——whereas the groin,
your honour knows, is upon the very _curtain_ of the _place._”
My uncle _Toby_ gave a long whistle——but in a note which could scarce
be heard across the table.
The corporal had advanced too far to retire——in three words he told the
rest——
My uncle _Toby_ laid down his pipe as gently upon the fender, as if it
had been spun from the unravellings of a spider’s web——
——Let us go to my brother _Shandy_’s, said he.