I believe, an' please your honour, quoth the corporal, that if it had not been for the quantity of brandy we set fire to every night, and the claret and cinnamon with which I plyed your honour off; --And the geneva, _Trim_, added my uncle _Toby_, which did us more good than all ----I verily believe, continued the corporal, we had both, an' please your honour, left our lives in the trenches, and been buried in them too. ----The noblest grave, corporal! cried my uncle _Toby_, his eyes sparkling as he spoke, that a soldier could wish to lie down in. ----But a pitiful death for him! an' please your honour, replied the corporal.
All this was as much _Arabick_ to my father, as the rites of the _Colchi_ and _Troglodites_ had been before to my uncle _Toby_; my father could not determine whether he was to frown or to smile.----
My uncle _Toby_, turning to _Yorick_, resumed the case at _Limerick_, more intelligibly than he had begun it, --and so settled the point for my father at once.
'I believe,' quoth the corporal, 'that if it had not been for the quantity of brandy we set fire to every night, and the claret and cinnamon which I gave your honour-'
'-And the Geneva gin, Trim,' added my uncle Toby, 'which did us more good than all-'
'-I verily believe, your honour,' continued the corporal, 'we would both have died in the trenches, and been buried there.'
'The noblest grave a soldier could wish for, corporal!' cried my uncle Toby, his eyes sparkling.
'But a pitiful death!' replied the corporal.
All this was as much Arabic to my father; he did not know whether to frown or smile.
My uncle Toby, turning to Yorick, began the account of Limerick, and settled the point for my father at once.