For which reason my father played the same jig over again with his toe upon the floor----pushed the chamber-pot still a little farther within the valance--gave a hem--raised himself up upon his elbow--and was just beginning to address himself to my uncle _Toby_--when recollecting the unsuccessfulness of his first effort in that attitude----he got upon his legs, and in making the third turn across the room, he stopped short before my uncle _Toby_: and laying the three first fingers of his right-hand in the palm of his left, and stooping a little, he addressed himself to my uncle _Toby_ as follows:
My father played the same jig with his toe upon the floor - pushed the chamber-pot a little farther underneath the bed - gave a hem - raised himself upon his elbow - and was just beginning to address my uncle Toby - when, recollecting the unsuccessfulness of his first effort in that attitude, he stood, and making a turn across the room, he stopped before my uncle. He addressed him then as follows: