Everything in this world, said my father, is big with jest, --and has wit in it, and instruction too, --if we can but find it out.
--Here is the _scaffold work_ of INSTRUCTION, its true point of folly, without the BUILDING behind it.
--Here is the glass for pedagogues, preceptors, tutors, governors, gerund-grinders, and bear-leaders, to view themselves in, in their true dimensions.--
Oh! there is a husk and shell, _Yorick_, which grows up with learning, which their unskilfulness knows not how to fling away!
--SCIENCES MAY BE LEARNED BY ROTE, BUT WISDOM NOT.
_Yorick_ thought my father inspired. --I will enter into obligations this moment, said my father, to lay out all my aunt _Dinah's_ legacy in charitable uses (of which, by the bye, my father had no high opinion), if the corporal has any one determinate idea annexed to any one word he has repeated. --Prythee, _Trim_, quoth my father, turning round to him, --What dost thou mean, by "_honouring thy father and mother?_"

'Everything in this world,' said my father, 'is big with jest, and has wit in it, if we can but find it.
'Here in the Catechism is the scaffolding of Instruction, without the Building behind it.
'Here is the looking-glass for teachers, tutors, and gerund-grinders, to view themselves in.
'Oh! there is a husk and shell, Yorick, which grows up with learning, which they know not how to fling away!
'Sciences may be learned by rote, but wisdom not.'
Yorick thought my father was inspired.
'I will promise this moment,' said my father, 'to donate all my aunt Dinah's legacy to charitable causes' (of which, by the bye, my father had no high opinion), 'if the corporal has any one distinct idea attached to any one word he has repeated.- Prithee, Trim,' quoth my father, turning to him, 'What dost thou mean, by "honouring thy father and mother?"'
