"Observe the last movement of that horrid engine!" --[I would rather face a cannon, quoth _Trim_, stamping.]-- "See what convulsions it has thrown him into! ----Consider the nature of the posture in which he now lies stretched, --what exquisite tortures he endures by it!" --[I hope 'tis not in _Portugal_.]-- "'Tis all nature can bear! Good God! see how it keeps his weary soul hanging upon his trembling lips!" [I would not read another line of it, quoth _Trim_, for all this _world_; --I fear, an' please your Honours, all this is in _Portugal_, where my poor brother _Tom_ is. I tell thee, _Trim_, again, quoth my father, 'tis not an historical account, --'tis a description. --'Tis only a description, honest man, quoth _Slop_, there's not a word of truth in it. ----That's another story, replied my father. --However, as _Trim_ reads it with so much concern, --'tis cruelty to force him to go on with it. --Give me hold of the sermon, _Trim_, --I'll finish it for thee, and thou may'st go. I must stay and hear it, too, replied _Trim_, if your Honour will allow me; --tho' I would not read it myself for a Colonel's pay. ------Poor _Trim!_ quoth my uncle _Toby_. My father went on.]--

'"Observe the last movement of that horrid engine!" ['I would rather face a cannon,' quoth Trim.] "See what convulsions it has thrown him into! Consider what exquisite tortures he endures! 'Tis all nature can bear! Good God! see how it keeps his weary soul hanging upon his trembling lips!"
['I would not read another line,' quoth Trim, 'for the world; I fear all this is in Portugal, where my poor brother Tom is.'
'I tell thee, Trim,' quoth my father, ''tis not a history.'
'There's not a word of truth in it,' quoth Slop.
'That's another story,' replied my father. 'However, 'tis cruelty to force Trim to go on. Give me the sermon, Trim; I'll finish it, and thou may'st go.'
'I must stay and hear it,' replied Trim.
'Poor Trim!' quoth my uncle Toby.
My father went on.]
