--_Yorick_ could not forbear smiling. --Your reverence does not consider, said the corporal, shouldering his stick like a musket, and marching into the middle of the room, to illustrate his position, --that 'tis exactly the same thing, as doing one's exercise in the field.--
"_Join your right-hand to your firelock_," cried the corporal, giving the word of command, and performing the motion.--
"_Poise your firelock_," cried the corporal, doing the duty still both of adjutant and private man.
"_Rest your firelock_;" --one motion, an' please your reverence, you see leads into another. --If his honour will begin but with the _first_--
THE FIRST--cried my uncle _Toby_, setting his hand upon his side-- * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
THE SECOND--cried my uncle _Toby_, waving his tobacco-pipe, as he would have done his sword at the head of a regiment. --The corporal went through his _manual_ with exactness! and having _honoured his father and mother_, made a low bow, and fell back to the side of the room.

Yorick could not help smiling.
'Your reverence does not consider,' said the corporal, shouldering his stick like a musket, and marching into the middle of the room, 'that 'tis exactly the same thing as presenting arms. - "Join your right-hand to your firelock. Poise your firelock. Now rest your firelock,"' said he, demonstrating with his stick, and acting as both commander and soldier. 'You see one leads into another. If his honour will begin but with the first-'
'The First,' cried my uncle Toby, waving his tobacco-pipe like a sword.
The corporal went through his manual with exactness; and having honoured his father and mother, made a low bow, and stepped aside.
