When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion, --or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows headstrong, ----farewel cool reason and fair discretion!
My uncle _Toby's_ wound was near well, and as soon as the surgeon recovered his surprize, 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 bye, 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, &c., 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, &c., 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 nick-name 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 Master's discourse upon fortified towns, and the advantage of prying and peeping continually into his Master's plans, &c., exclusive and besides what he gained HOBBY-HORSICALLY, as a body-servant, _Non Hobby Horsical per se_; ----had become no mean proficient in the science; and was thought, by the cook and chamber-maid, to know as much of the nature of strongholds as my uncle _Toby_ himself.
I have but one more stroke to give to finish Corporal _Trim's_ character, ----and it is the only dark line in it. --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. My uncle _Toby_ was seldom either the one or the other with him, --or, at least, this fault, in _Trim_, broke no squares with them. My uncle _Toby_, as I said, loved the man; ----and besides, as he ever looked upon a faithful servant, --but as an humble friend, --he could not bear to stop his mouth. ----Such was Corporal _Trim_.
If I durst presume, continued _Trim_, to give your Honour my advice, and speak my opinion in this matter. --Thou art welcome, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_--speak, ----speak what thou thinkest upon the subject, man, without fear. Why then, replied _Trim_ (not hanging his ears and scratching his head like a country-lout, but) stroking his hair back from his forehead, and standing erect as before his division, --I think, quoth _Trim_, advancing his left, which was his lame leg, a little forwards, --and pointing with his right hand open towards a map of _Dunkirk_, which was pinned against the hangings, ----I think, quoth Corporal _Trim_, with humble submission to your Honour's better judgment, ----that these ravelins, bastions, curtins, and horn-works, make but a poor, contemptible, fiddle-faddle piece of work of it here upon paper, compared to what your Honour and I could make of it were we in the country by ourselves, and had but a rood, or a rood and a half of ground to do what we pleased with: As summer is coming on, continued _Trim_, your Honour might sit out of doors, and give me the nography--(Call it ichnography, quoth my uncle)----of the town or citadel, your Honour was pleased to sit down before, --and I will be shot by your Honour upon the glacis of it, if I did not fortify it to your Honour's mind ----I dare say thou would'st, _Trim_, quoth my uncle. --For if your Honour, continued the Corporal, could but mark me the polygon, with its exact lines and angles --That I could do very well, quoth my uncle. --I would begin with the foss, and if your Honour could tell me the proper depth and breadth --I can to a hair's breadth, _Trim_, replied my uncle. --I would throw out the earth upon this hand towards the town for the scarp, --and on that hand towards the campaign for the counterscarp. --Very right, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_: ----And when I had sloped them to your mind, ----an' please your Honour, I would face the glacis, as the finest fortifications are done in _Flanders_, with sods, ----and as your Honour knows they should be, --and I would make the walls and parapets with sods too. --The best engineers call them gazons, _Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_. ----Whether they are gazons or sods, is not much matter, replied _Trim_; your Honour knows they are ten times beyond a facing either of brick or stone. ----I know they are, _Trim_, in some respects, ----quoth my uncle _Toby_, nodding his head; --for a cannon-ball enters into the gazon right onwards, without bringing any rubbish down with it, which might fill the foss (as was the case at _St. Nicolas's_ gate), and facilitate the passage over it.
Your Honour understands these matters, replied Corporal _Trim_, better than any officer in his Majesty's service; ----but would your Honour please to let the bespeaking of the table alone, and let us but go into the country, I would work under your Honour's directions like a horse, and make fortifications for you something like a tansy, with all their batteries, saps, ditches, and palisadoes, that it should be worth all the world's riding twenty miles to go and see it.
My uncle _Toby_ blushed as red as scarlet as _Trim_ went on; --but it was not a blush of guilt, --of modesty, --or of anger, --it was a blush of joy; --he was fired with Corporal _Trim's_ project and description. ----_Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_, thou hast said enough. --We might begin the campaign, continued _Trim_, on the very day that his Majesty and the Allies take the field, and demolish them town by town as fast as--_Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_, say no more. Your Honour, continued _Trim_, might sit in your arm-chair (pointing to it) this fine weather, giving me your orders, and I would ----Say no more, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_ ----Besides, your Honour would get not only pleasure and good pastime, --but good air, and good exercise, and good health, --and your Honour's wound would be well in a month. Thou hast said enough, _Trim_, --quoth my uncle _Toby_ (putting his hand into his breeches-pocket) ----I like thy project mightily. --And if your Honour pleases, I'll this moment go and buy a pioneer's spade to take down with us, and I'll bespeak a shovel and a pick-axe, and a couple of ----Say no more, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_, leaping up upon one leg, quite overcome with rapture, --and thrusting a guinea into _Trim's_ hand, --_Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_, say no more; --but go down, _Trim_, this moment, my lad, and bring up my supper this instant.
_Trim_ ran down and brought up his master's supper, ----to no purpose: --_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. --The more he considered it, the more bewitching the scene appeared to him; --so that, two full hours before day-light, he had come to a final determination, and had concerted the whole plan of his and Corporal _Trim's_ decampment.
My uncle _Toby_ had a little neat country-house of his own, in the village where my father's estate lay at _Shandy_, which had been left him by an old uncle, with a small estate of about one hundred pounds a-year. Behind this house, and contiguous to it, was a kitchen-garden of about half an acre; and at the bottom of the garden, and cut off from it by a tall yew hedge, was a bowling-green, containing just about as much ground as Corporal _Trim_ wished for; --so that as _Trim_ uttered the words, "A rood and a half of ground to do what they would with," --this identical bowling-green instantly presented itself, and became curiously painted all at once, upon the retina of my uncle _Toby's_ fancy; --which was the physical cause of making him change colour, or at least of heightening his blush, to that immoderate degree I spoke of.
Never did lover post down to a beloved mistress with more heat and expectation, than my uncle _Toby_ did, to enjoy this self-same thing in private; --I say in private; --for it was sheltered from the house, as I told you, by a tall yew hedge, and was covered on the other three sides, from mortal sight, by rough holly and thick-set flowering shrubs: --so that the idea of not being seen, did not a little contribute to the idea of pleasure pre-conceived in my uncle _Toby's_ mind. --Vain thought! however thick it was planted about, ----or private soever it might seem, --to think, dear uncle _Toby_, of enjoying a thing which took up a whole rood and a half of ground, ----and not have it known!
How my uncle _Toby_ and Corporal _Trim_ managed this matter, ----with the history of their campaigns, which were no way barren of events, ----may make no uninteresting under-plot in the epitasis and working-up of this drama. --At present the scene must drop, --and change for the parlour fire-side.
When a man gives himself up to a ruling passion, - or, in other words, when his Hobby-Horse grows headstrong - farewell cool reason!
My uncle Toby's wound was nearly well, and the surgeon told him that if no fresh exfoliation happened, it would be dried up in five or six weeks.
But my uncle Toby now broiled with impatience to carry out his plan; this seemed too long - and so, without consulting with anyone, which, by the bye, I think is right, if you are determined to take no one's advice, - he privately ordered Trim, his servant, to pack lint and dressings, and hire a carriage to be at the door by twelve o'clock that day. Leaving a banknote upon the table for the surgeon's care, and a letter of tender thanks for his brother's, he packed up his maps, his books of fortification, &c., and by the help of a crutch on one side, and Trim on the other, my uncle Toby embarked for Shandy-Hall. The reason was as follows:
The night before this change happened, my uncle Toby was sitting at his table with his maps, &c., crowded about him; - in reaching for his tobacco-box, he accidentally threw down his compasses, and in stooping to take the compasses up, he knocked over his case of instruments; and in trying to catch the case, he thrust Monsieur Blondel's volume off the table, and Count de Pagan o'top of him.
My uncle Toby rung his bell for his man Trim.
'Trim,' quoth he, 'see what confusion I have been making - I must have a better table, Trim. Can'st thou order me one twice as big?'
'Yes, your Honour,' replied Trim; 'but I hope your Honour will be soon be well enough to get down to your country-seat, where we could manage this matter to a T.'
I must here inform you that this servant, who went by the name of Trim, had been a corporal in my uncle's company. His real name was James Butler, but having got the nick-name of Trim in the regiment, my uncle Toby, unless he happened to be very angry with him, would never call him by any other name.
The poor fellow had been disabled by a wound on his left knee with a musket-bullet, at the battle of Landen, two years before the siege of Namur; and as he was well-beloved in the regiment, and handy into the bargain, my uncle Toby took him for his servant; and of excellent use he was, as a valet, groom, barber, cook, tailor, and nurse; and served him with great fidelity and affection.
My uncle Toby loved him in return, all the more because of the similitude of their knowledge. - For Corporal Trim, after four years' attention to his master's talk upon fortified towns, had become proficient in the science; and was thought by the cook and chamber-maid to know as much about strongholds as my uncle himself.
I have but one more stroke to give to finish Corporal Trim's character, and it is the only dark line in it. The fellow loved to hear himself talk. Set his tongue a-going, and you had no hold of him - he was voluble; though so respectful that you could not be angry. My uncle Toby loved him not just as a faithful servant, but as a humble friend; he could not bear to stop his mouth.
'If I durst presume,' continued Trim, 'to advise your Honour?'
'Thou art welcome, Trim,' quoth my uncle: 'speak without fear.'
'Why then,' replied Trim, standing as erect as if on parade, 'I think,' quoth he, advancing his left leg, and pointing with his right hand towards a map of Dunkirk, which was pinned on the wall, - 'I think, with humble submission to your judgment, that these ravelins, bastions, curtins, and horn-works, make but a poor, contemptible, fiddle-faddle piece of work upon paper, compared to what your Honour and I could make of it were we in the country, and had a quarter-acre or so to do what we pleased with. Your Honour might sit out of doors, and give me the nography-'('Call it ichnography,' quoth my uncle) 'of the town or citadel, and I will be shot by your Honour upon the glacis, if I did not fortify it to your Honour's liking.'
'I dare say thou would'st, Trim,' quoth my uncle.
'For if your Honour,' continued the Corporal, 'could but mark me the polygon, with its exact lines and angles, I would begin digging the foss, and if your Honour could tell me the proper depth and breadth, I would throw out the earth for the scarp and counterscarp accordingly.'
'Very right, Trim,' quoth my uncle Toby.
'And when I had sloped them to your mind, and faced the glacis with sods, as the finest fortifications are done in Flanders, I would make the walls and parapets with sods too.'
'The best engineers call them gazons, Trim,' said my uncle.
'Gazons or sods,' replied Trim, 'your Honour knows they are ten times better than a facing of brick or stone.'
'They are,' quoth my uncle Toby, nodding; 'for a cannon-ball enters the gazon without bringing any rubbish down, which might fill the foss and allow the passage over it.'
'Your Honour understands these matters;' replied Corporal Trim, 'but if we went into the country, I would work under your Honour's directions like a horse, and make fortifications, batteries, saps, ditches, and palisadoes, that it should be worth riding twenty miles to see.'
My uncle Toby blushed with joy; he was fired with Corporal Trim's description.
'Trim!' he said, 'Enough.'
'We might begin the campaign,' continued Trim, 'on the very day that the Allies take the field, and demolish them town by town as fast as-'
'Trim,' quoth my uncle, 'say no more.'
'Your Honour might sit in your arm-chair, giving me orders, and I would-'
'Say no more, Trim,' quoth my uncle Toby.
'Your Honour would get pleasure, good air, and good health, and your Honour's wound would be well in a month.'
'Thou hast said enough, Trim,' quoth my uncle Toby; 'I like thy project mightily.'
'And if your Honour pleases, I'll this moment go and buy a spade, and a shovel and a pick-axe, and a couple of-'
'Say no more, Trim,' quoth my uncle Toby, quite overcome with rapture, and thrusting a guinea into Trim's hand: 'say no more; but go down, and bring up my supper.'
Trim ran down and brought up his master's supper; - yet the plan ran so in my uncle Toby's head, that he could not taste it.
'Trim,' quoth my uncle, 'get me to bed.' But Trim's description had so fired his imagination, that he could not shut his eyes. The more he considered it, the more bewitching the idea appeared; so that, two hours before day-light, he had decided on the whole plan of his and Corporal Trim's decampment.
My uncle Toby had a little neat country-house, in the village near my father's estate at Shandy Hall. Behind his house was a kitchen-garden of about half an acre; and at the bottom of the garden, and cut off from it by a tall yew hedge, was a bowling-green of about a quarter-acre: so as soon as Corporal Trim uttered the words, 'a quarter-acre,' this bowling-green instantly became painted upon my uncle Toby's fancy.
Never did lover hasten to a beloved mistress with more heat and expectation than my uncle Toby did, to enjoy this thing in private. As well as being sheltered from the house by a tall yew hedge, it was screened on the other three sides by holly and flowering shrubs: so that the idea of privacy added to my uncle's Toby's pleasure.
Vain thought! however private it might seem - to think, dear uncle Toby, of enjoying a thing which took up a quarter-acre of ground, - and not have it known!
How my uncle and Corporal Trim managed this matter, may make an interesting under-plot in the epitasis and working-up of this drama. - But for now the scene must drop, and change for the parlour fire-side.
Book 2 - Chapter 5