--Has the _bend-sinister_ been brush'd out, I say? said my father. ----There has been nothing brush'd out, Sir, answered _Obadiah_, but the lining. We'll go o'horseback, said my father, turning to _Yorick_. ----Of all things in the world, except politicks, the clergy know the least of heraldry, said _Yorick_. --No matter for that, cried my father ----I should be sorry to appear with a blot in my escutcheon before them. --Never mind the _bend-sinister_, said my uncle _Toby_, putting on his tye-wig. ----No, indeed, said my father--you may go with my aunt _Dinah_ to a visitation with a _bend-sinister_, if you think fit --My poor uncle _Toby_ blush'd. My father was vexed at himself. ------No----my dear brother _Toby_, said my father, changing his tone----but the damp of the coach-lining about my loins, may give me the sciatica again, as it did _December_, _January_, and _February_ last _winter_--so if you please you shall ride my wife's pad----and as you are to preach, _Yorick_, you had better make the best of your way before----and leave me to take care of my brother _Toby_, and to follow at our own rates.

'Has the bend-sinister been brushed out?' said my father.
'No, Sir,' answered Obadiah.
'We'll go on horseback,' said my father, turning to Yorick.
'The clergy know nothing of heraldry,' said Yorick.
'No matter,' cried my father.
'Never mind the bend-sinister,' said my uncle Toby, putting on his tie-wig.
'No, indeed,' said my father. 'You may go with my aunt Dinah on a visit with a bend-sinister, if you think fit.'
My poor uncle blushed. My father was vexed at himself.
'No - my dear brother,' he said, changing his tone, 'but the damp of the coach may give me the sciatica again, - so if you please, you shall ride my wife's horse - and as you are to preach, Yorick, you had better make your way before us - and we shall follow at our own rates.'
