Tho' my father was a good natural philosopher, --yet he was something of a moral philosopher too; for which reason, when his tobacco-pipe snapp'd short in the middle, --he had nothing to do, as such, but to have taken hold of the two pieces, and thrown them gently upon the back of the fire. ----He did no such thing; ----he threw them with all the violence in the world; --and, to give the action still more emphasis, --he started upon both his legs to do it.
This looked something like heat; --and the manner of his reply to what my uncle _Toby_ was saying, proved it was so.

When my father's tobacco-pipe snapped in the middle, he stood up and threw the pieces violently into the fire.
