By all that's good! said my father, swearing, as he came to himself, and taking the oath out of _Ernulphus's_ digest of curses----(though to do my father justice it was a fault (as he told Dr. _Slop_ in the affair of _Ernulphus_) which he as seldom committed as any man upon earth) ------By all that's good and great! brother _Toby_, said my father, if it was not for the aids of philosophy, which befriend one so much as they do--you would put a man beside all temper. ----Why, by the _solutions_ of noses, of which I was telling you, I meant, as you might have known, had you favoured me with one grain of attention, the various accounts which learned men of different kinds of knowledge have given the world of the causes of short and long noses. ----There is no cause but one, replied my uncle _Toby_----why one man's nose is longer than another's, but because that God pleases to have it so. ----That is _Grangousier's_ solution, said my father. --'Tis he, continued my uncle _Toby_, looking up, and not regarding my father's interruption, who makes us all, and frames and puts us together in such forms and proportions, and for such ends, as is agreeable to his infinite wisdom. ----'Tis a pious account, cried my father, but not philosophical----there is more religion in it than sound science. 'Twas no inconsistent part of my uncle _Toby's_ character----that he feared God, and reverenced religion. ----So the moment my father finished his remark----my uncle _Toby_ fell a whistling _Lillabullero_ with more zeal (though more out of tune) than usual.--

'By all that's good, brother Toby!' said he, eventually. 'Why, by the solutions of noses, I meant, as you might have known, had you favoured me with one grain of attention, the various accounts which learned men give of the causes of short and long noses.'
'There is no cause but one,' replied my uncle, 'why one man's nose is longer than another's: because God pleases to have it so.'
'That is Grangousier's solution,' said my father.
''Tis he,' continued my uncle Toby, 'who makes us all, and puts us together in such proportions as is agreeable to his infinite wisdom.'
''Tis a pious account,' cried my father, 'but not philosophical - there is more religion in it than science.'
Now my uncle Toby feared God, and reverenced religion. So the moment my father finished his remark, my uncle Toby fell a-whistling Lillabullero with more zeal (though more out of tune) than usual