* * ----I believe it is in the garret, said my uncle _Toby_ ----I saw it there, an' please your honour, this morning, answered _Trim_ ----Then prithee, step directly for it, _Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_, and bring it into the parlour.
The corporal did not approve of the orders, but most chearfully obeyed them. The first was not an act of his will--the second was; so he put on his _Montero_-cap, and went as fast as his lame knee would let him. My uncle _Toby_ returned into the parlour, and sat himself down again upon the sopha.
----You shall lay your finger upon the place--said my uncle _Toby_. ----I will not touch it, however, quoth Mrs. _Wadman_ to herself.
This requires a second translation: --it shews what little knowledge is got by mere words--we must go up to the first springs.
Now in order to clear up the mist which hangs upon these three pages, I must endeavour to be as clear as possible myself.
Rub your hands thrice across your foreheads--blow your noses--cleanse your emunctories--sneeze, my good people! ----God bless you----

- 'I believe it is in the garret,' said my uncle Toby.
'I saw it there, your honour, this morning,' answered Trim.
'Then prithee, Trim,' said my uncle Toby, 'go and bring it into the parlour.'
The corporal did not approve of the order, but cheerfully obeyed. He put on his Montero-cap, and went as fast as his lame knee would let him. My uncle Toby returned into the parlour, and sat himself down again upon the sofa.
'You shall lay your finger upon the place,' said my uncle Toby.
'I will not touch it, however,' thought Mrs. Wadman.
This shows what little knowledge is got by mere words - we must go up to the source.
Now in order to clear up the mist which hangs upon these three pages, I must try to be as clear as possible myself.
Rub your hands thrice across your foreheads - blow your noses - sneeze, my good people! - God bless you-
