--Then reach me my breeches off the chair, said my father to _Susannah_. ----There is not a moment's time to dress you, Sir, cried _Susannah_--the child is as black in the face as my ----As your what? said my father, for like all orators, he was a dear searcher into comparisons. --Bless me, Sir, said _Susannah_, the child's in a fit. --And where's Mr. _Yorick?_ --Never where he should be, said _Susannah_, but his curate's in the dressing-room, with the child upon his arm, waiting for the name--and my mistress bid me run as fast as I could to know, as captain _Shandy_ is the godfather, whether it should not be called after him.
Were one sure, said my father to himself, scratching his eyebrow, that the child was expiring, one might as well compliment my brother _Toby_ as not--and it would be a pity, in such a case, to throw away so great a name as _Trismegistus_ upon him----but he may recover.

'Then reach me my breeches off the chair,' said my father to Susannah.
'There is no time to dress you, Sir,' cried Susannah; 'the child is as black in the face as my-'
'As your what?' said my father.
'Bless me, Sir,' said Susannah, 'the child's in a fit.'
'And where's Mr. Yorick?'
'Never where he should be,' said Susannah, 'but his curate's in the dressing-room, with the child upon his arm, waiting for the name - and my mistress bid me run as fast as I could to know, since Captain Shandy is the godfather, whether it should be called after him.'
'If one were sure,' said my father to himself, scratching his eyebrow, 'that the child was expiring, one might as well compliment my brother Toby - and it would be a pity, in that case, to throw away so great a name as Trismegistus upon him - but he may recover. 