------For my own part, _Trim_, though I can see little or no difference betwixt my nephew's being called _Tristram_ or _Trismegistus_--yet as the thing sits so near my brother's heart, _Trim_ ------I would freely have given a hundred pounds rather than it should have happened. ----A hundred pounds, an' please your honour! replied _Trim_, ----I would not give a cherry-stone to boot. ----Nor would I, _Trim_, upon my own account, quoth my uncle _Toby_, --------but my brother, whom there is no arguing with in this case--maintains that a great deal more depends, _Trim_, upon christian-names, than what ignorant people imagine----for he says there never was a great or heroic action performed since the world began by one called _Tristram_--nay, he will have it, _Trim_, that a man can neither be learned, or wise, or brave. ----'Tis all fancy, an' please your honour --I fought just as well, replied the corporal, when the regiment called me _Trim_, as when they called me _James Butler_. ----And for my own part, said my uncle _Toby_, though I should blush to boast of myself, _Trim_----yet had my name been _Alexander_, I could have done no more at _Namur_ than my duty. --Bless your honour! cried _Trim_, advancing three steps as he spoke, does a man think of his christian-name when he goes upon the attack? ------Or when he stands in the trench, _Trim?_ cried my uncle _Toby_, looking firm. ----Or when he enters a breach? 
'For my own part, Trim, I can see little difference betwixt my nephew's being called Tristram or Trismegistus - though as it sits so near my brother's heart, I would have given a hundred pounds for it not to have happened.'
'A hundred pounds, your honour!' replied Trim. 'I would not give a cherry-stone.'
'Nor would I, Trim, upon my own account; but my brother, whom there is no arguing with in this case, maintains that a great deal depends upon christian-names - and he says there never was an heroic action performed by one called Tristram. He holds that a Tristram cannot be learned, wise, or brave.'
''Tis all fancy, your honour - I fought just as well,' replied the corporal, 'when the regiment called me Trim, as when they called me James Butler.'
'For my own part,' said my uncle Toby, 'though I should blush to boast, Trim - yet had my name been Alexander, I could have done no more at Namur than my duty.'
'Bless your honour!' cried Trim, 'does a man think of his christian-name when he goes upon the attack?'
'Or when he stands in the trench, Trim?' cried my uncle.
'Or when he enters a breach?' 