[All this is impossible with us, quoth Dr. _Slop_, turning to my father, --the case could not happen in our church. --It happens in ours, however, replied my father, but too often. ----I own, quoth Dr. _Slop_, (struck a little with my father's frank acknowledgment)--that a man in the _Romish_ church may live as badly; --but then he cannot easily die so. ----'Tis little matter, replied my father, with an air of indifference, --how a rascal dies. --I mean, answered Dr. _Slop_, he would be denied the benefits of the last sacraments. --Pray how many have you in all, said my uncle _Toby_, ----for I always forget? ----Seven, answered Dr. _Slop_. ----Humph! --said my uncle _Toby_; tho' not accented as a note of acquiescence, --but as an interjection of that particular species of surprize, when a man in looking into a drawer, finds more of a thing than he expected. ----Humph! replied my uncle _Toby_. Dr. _Slop_, who had an ear, understood my uncle _Toby_ as well as if he had wrote a whole volume against the seven sacraments. ----Humph! replied Dr. _Slop_ (stating my uncle _Toby's_ argument over again to him) ----Why, Sir, are there not seven cardinal virtues? ----Seven mortal sins? ----Seven golden candlesticks? ----Seven heavens? --'Tis more than I know, replied my uncle _Toby_. ------Are there not seven wonders of the world? ----Seven days of the creation? ----Seven planets? ----Seven plagues? ----That there are, quoth my father with a most affected gravity. But prithee, continued he, go on with the rest of thy characters, _Trim_.]

['All this is impossible with us,' quoth Dr. Slop, turning to my father; 'it could not happen in our church.'
'It happens in ours only too often,' replied my father.
'I admit,' quoth Dr. Slop, struck with my father's frankness, 'that a man in the Romish church may live badly; but then he cannot easily die so.'
''Tis little matter,' replied my father, 'how a rascal dies.'
'I mean,' answered Dr. Slop, 'he would be denied the last sacraments.'
'Pray, how many have you,' said my uncle Toby, 'for I always forget?'
'Seven,' answered Dr. Slop.
'Humph!' said my uncle Toby, with the tone of that particular kind of surprise, when a man looking into a drawer finds more of a thing than he expected.
Dr. Slop understood this tone. 'Humph!' he replied. 'Sir, are there not seven cardinal virtues? Seven mortal sins? Seven heavens?'
''Tis more than I know,' replied my uncle Toby.
'Are there not seven wonders of the world? Seven days of the creation? Seven planets? Seven plagues?'
'That there are,' quoth my father. 'But prithee, Trim, go on.']
