----That it is, cried my father--to have so many jarring elements breaking loose, and riding triumph in every corner of a gentleman's house --Little boots it to the peace of a family, brother _Toby_, that you and I possess ourselves, and sit here silent and unmoved----whilst such a storm is whistling over our heads.------

'That it is,' cried my father, 'to have so many jarring elements breaking loose in every corner of a gentleman's house. Whilst you and I, brother Toby, possess ourselves, and sit here silent and unmoved, a storm is whistling over our heads. 