In popped Corporal _Trim_ with _Stevinus_: --But 'twas too late, --all the discourse had been exhausted without him, and was running into a new channel. --You may take the book home again, _Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_, nodding to him.
But prithee, Corporal, quoth my father, drolling, --look first into it, and see if thou canst spy aught of a sailing chariot in it.
Corporal _Trim_, by being in the service, had learned to obey, --and not to remonstrate; --so taking the book to a side-table, and running over the leaves; An' please your Honour, said _Trim_, I can see no such thing; --however, continued the Corporal, drolling a little in his turn, I'll make sure work of it, an' please your Honour; --so taking hold of the two covers of the book, one in each hand, and letting the leaves fall down, as he bent the covers back, he gave the book a good sound shake.
There is something falling out, however, said _Trim_, an' please your Honour; --but it is not a chariot, or anything like one: --Prithee, Corporal, said my father, smiling, what is it then? --I think, answered _Trim_, stooping to take it up, ----'tis more like a sermon, ------for it begins with a text of scripture, and the chapter and verse; --and then goes on, not as a chariot, but like a sermon directly.
The company smiled.
I cannot conceive how it is possible, quoth my uncle _Toby_, for such a thing as a sermon to have got into my _Stevinus_.
I think 'tis a sermon, replied _Trim_; --but if it please your Honours, as it is a fair hand, I will read you a page; --for _Trim_, you must know, loved to hear himself read almost as well as talk.

in popped Corporal Trim with Stevinus, too late - for the conversation had run into a new channel.
'You may take the book home again, Trim,' said my uncle Toby.
'But prithee, Corporal,' quoth my father, with drollery, - 'first look into it, and see if thou canst spy a sailing chariot.'
Corporal Trim had learned to obey; so taking the book to a side-table, and running through the leaves; he said, 'Your Honour, I can see no such thing; however,' he continued, drolling a little in his turn, 'I'll make sure of it.' Bending the covers back, he gave the book a good sound shake.
'There is something falling out,' said Trim, 'but it is not a chariot, or anything like one.'
'Prithee, Corporal,' said my father, smiling, 'what is it then?'
'I think,' answered Trim, stooping to take it up, ''tis more like a sermon.'
'I cannot conceive how it is possible,' quoth my uncle Toby, 'for a sermon to have got into my Stevinus.'
'If it please your Honours,' said Trim, 'I will read you a page;' for he loved to hear himself read almost as well as talk.
