--The whole kitchen crowded about the corporal.
Now, as I perceive plainly, that the preservation of our constitution in church and state, --and possibly the preservation of the whole world--or what is the same thing, the distribution and balance of its property and power, may in time to come depend greatly upon the right understanding of this stroke of the corporal's eloquence --I do demand your attention--your worships and reverences, for any ten pages together, take them where you will in any other part of the work, shall sleep for it at your ease.
I said, "we were not stocks and stones"--'tis very well. I should have added, nor are we angels, I wish we were, --but men clothed with bodies, and governed by our imaginations; --and what a junketing piece of work of it there is, betwixt these and our seven senses, especially some of them, for my own part, I own it, I am ashamed to confess. Let it suffice to affirm, that of all the senses, the eye (for I absolutely deny the touch, though most of your _Barbati_, I know, are for it) has the quickest commerce with the soul, --gives a smarter stroke, and leaves something more inexpressible upon the fancy, than words can either convey--or sometimes, get rid of.
--I've gone a little about--no matter, 'tis for health--let us only carry it back in our mind to the mortality of _Trim's_ hat. --"Are we not here now, --and gone in a moment?" --There was nothing in the sentence--'twas one of your self-evident truths we have the advantage of hearing every day; and if _Trim_ had not trusted more to his hat than his head--he had made nothing at all of it.

The whole kitchen crowded about the corporal.
Now, as I see that the preservation of our church and state - and possibly the distribution of property and power in the whole world - may in future depend upon the right understanding of the corporal's eloquence - I demand your attention, your worships.
I said, 'we were not stocks and stones.' I should have added, nor are we angels, but men clothed with bodies, and governed by our imaginations; and what a junketing piece of work there is between these and our seven senses, especially some of my own, I am ashamed to confess. Let it suffice to say the eye has the quickest commerce with the soul, - gives a smarter stroke, and leaves more upon the fancy than words can convey.
-I've gone a little astray - no matter, let us now go back to the mortality of Trim's hat. 'Are we not here now, and gone in a moment?'
There was nothing in the sentence that we do not hear every day; and without the hat, Trim would have made nothing of it.
