The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman Part 16

Chapter 2.XV.

When Corporal Trim had brought his two mortars to bear, he was delighted with his handy-work above measure; and knowing what a pleasure it would be to his master to see them, he was not able to resist the desire he had of carrying them directly into his parlour.

Now next to the moral lesson I had in view in mentioning the affair of hinges, I had a speculative consideration arising out of it, and it is this.

Had the parlour door opened and turn'd upon its hinges, as a door should do-

Or for example, as cleverly as our government has been turning upon its hinges-(that is, in case things have all along gone well with your wors.h.i.+p,-otherwise I give up my simile)-in this case, I say, there had been no danger either to master or man, in corporal Trim's peeping in: the moment he had beheld my father and my uncle Toby fast asleep-the respectfulness of his carriage was such, he would have retired as silent as death, and left them both in their arm-chairs, dreaming as happy as he had found them: but the thing was, morally speaking, so very impracticable, that for the many years in which this hinge was suffered to be out of order, and amongst the hourly grievances my father submitted to upon its account-this was one; that he never folded his arms to take his nap after dinner, but the thoughts of being unavoidably awakened by the first person who should open the door, was always uppermost in his imagination, and so incessantly stepp'd in betwixt him and the first balmy presage of his repose, as to rob him, as he often declared, of the whole sweets of it.

'When things move upon bad hinges, an' please your lords.h.i.+ps, how can it be otherwise?'

Pray what's the matter? Who is there? cried my father, waking, the moment the door began to creak.-I wish the smith would give a peep at that confounded hinge.-'Tis nothing, an please your honour, said Trim, but two mortars I am bringing in.-They shan't make a clatter with them here, cried my father hastily.-If Dr. Slop has any drugs to pound, let him do it in the kitchen.-May it please your honour, cried Trim, they are two mortar-pieces for a siege next summer, which I have been making out of a pair of jack-boots, which Obadiah told me your honour had left off wearing.-By Heaven! cried my father, springing out of his chair, as he swore-I have not one appointment belonging to me, which I set so much store by as I do by these jack-boots-they were our great grandfather's brother Toby-they were hereditary. Then I fear, quoth my uncle Toby, Trim has cut off the entail.-I have only cut off the tops, an' please your honour, cried Trim-I hate perpetuities as much as any man alive, cried my father-but these jack-boots, continued he (smiling, though very angry at the same time) have been in the family, brother, ever since the civil wars;-Sir Roger Shandy wore them at the battle of Marston-Moor.-I declare I would not have taken ten pounds for them.-I'll pay you the money, brother Shandy, quoth my uncle Toby, looking at the two mortars with infinite pleasure, and putting his hand into his breeches pocket as he viewed them-I'll pay you the ten pounds this moment with all my heart and soul.-

Brother Toby, replied my father, altering his tone, you care not what money you dissipate and throw away, provided, continued he, 'tis but upon a Siege.-Have I not one hundred and twenty pounds a year, besides my half pay? cried my uncle Toby.-What is that-replied my father hastily-to ten pounds for a pair of jack-boots?-twelve guineas for your pontoons?-half as much for your Dutch draw-bridge?-to say nothing of the train of little bra.s.s artillery you bespoke last week, with twenty other preparations for the siege of Messina: believe me, dear brother Toby, continued my father, taking him kindly by the hand-these military operations of yours are above your strength;-you mean well brother-but they carry you into greater expences than you were first aware of;-and take my word, dear Toby, they will in the end quite ruin your fortune, and make a beggar of you.-What signifies it if they do, brother, replied my uncle Toby, so long as we know 'tis for the good of the nation?-

My father could not help smiling for his soul-his anger at the worst was never more than a spark;-and the zeal and simplicity of Trim-and the generous (though hobby-horsical) gallantry of my uncle Toby, brought him into perfect good humour with them in an instant.

Generous souls!-G.o.d prosper you both, and your mortar-pieces too! quoth my father to himself.

Chapter 2.XVI.

All is quiet and hush, cried my father, at least above stairs-I hear not one foot stirring.-Prithee Trim, who's in the kitchen? There is no one soul in the kitchen, answered Trim, making a low bow as he spoke, except Dr. Slop.-Confusion! cried my father (getting upon his legs a second time)-not one single thing has gone right this day! had I faith in astrology, brother, (which, by the bye, my father had) I would have sworn some retrograde planet was hanging over this unfortunate house of mine, and turning every individual thing in it out of its place.-Why, I thought Dr. Slop had been above stairs with my wife, and so said you.-What can the fellow be puzzling about in the kitchen!-He is busy, an' please your honour, replied Trim, in making a bridge.-'Tis very obliging in him, quoth my uncle Toby:-pray, give my humble service to Dr. Slop, Trim, and tell him I thank him heartily.

You must know, my uncle Toby mistook the bridge-as widely as my father mistook the mortars:-but to understand how my uncle Toby could mistake the bridge-I fear I must give you an exact account of the road which led to it;-or to drop my metaphor (for there is nothing more dishonest in an historian than the use of one)-in order to conceive the probability of this error in my uncle Toby aright, I must give you some account of an adventure of Trim's, though much against my will, I say much against my will, only because the story, in one sense, is certainly out of its place here; for by right it should come in, either amongst the anecdotes of my uncle Toby's amours with widow Wadman, in which corporal Trim was no mean actor-or else in the middle of his and my uncle Toby's campaigns on the bowling-green-for it will do very well in either place;-but then if I reserve it for either of those parts of my story-I ruin the story I'm upon;-and if I tell it here-I antic.i.p.ate matters, and ruin it there.

-What would your wors.h.i.+p have me to do in this case?

-Tell it, Mr. Shandy, by all means.-You are a fool, Tristram, if you do.

O ye powers! (for powers ye are, and great ones too)-which enable mortal man to tell a story worth the hearing-that kindly shew him, where he is to begin it-and where he is to end it-what he is to put into it-and what he is to leave out-how much of it he is to cast into a shade-and whereabouts he is to throw his light!-Ye, who preside over this vast empire of biographical freebooters, and see how many sc.r.a.pes and plunges your subjects hourly fall into;-will you do one thing?

I beg and beseech you (in case you will do nothing better for us) that wherever in any part of your dominions it so falls out, that three several roads meet in one point, as they have done just here-that at least you set up a guide-post in the centre of them, in mere charity, to direct an uncertain devil which of the three he is to take.

Chapter 2.XVII.

Tho' the shock my uncle Toby received the year after the demolition of Dunkirk, in his affair with widow Wadman, had fixed him in a resolution never more to think of the s.e.x-or of aught which belonged to it;-yet corporal Trim had made no such bargain with himself. Indeed in my uncle Toby's case there was a strange and unaccountable concurrence of circ.u.mstances, which insensibly drew him in, to lay siege to that fair and strong citadel.-In Trim's case there was a concurrence of nothing in the world, but of him and Bridget in the kitchen;-though in truth, the love and veneration he bore his master was such, and so fond was he of imitating him in all he did, that had my uncle Toby employed his time and genius in tagging of points-I am persuaded the honest corporal would have laid down his arms, and followed his example with pleasure. When therefore my uncle Toby sat down before the mistress-corporal Trim incontinently took ground before the maid.

Now, my dear friend Garrick, whom I have so much cause to esteem and honour-(why, or wherefore, 'tis no matter)-can it escape your penetration-I defy it-that so many play-wrights, and opificers of chit-chat have ever since been working upon Trim's and my uncle Toby's pattern.-I care not what Aristotle, or Pacuvius, or Bossu, or Ricaboni say-(though I never read one of them)-there is not a greater difference between a single-horse chair and madam Pompadour's vis-a-vis; than betwixt a single amour, and an amour thus n.o.bly doubled, and going upon all four, prancing throughout a grand drama-Sir, a simple, single, silly affair of that kind-is quite lost in five acts-but that is neither here nor there.

After a series of attacks and repulses in a course of nine months on my uncle Toby's quarter, a most minute account of every particular of which shall be given in its proper place, my uncle Toby, honest man! found it necessary to draw off his forces and raise the siege somewhat indignantly.

Corporal Trim, as I said, had made no such bargain either with himself-or with any one else-the fidelity however of his heart not suffering him to go into a house which his master had forsaken with disgust-he contented himself with turning his part of the siege into a blockade;-that is, he kept others off;-for though he never after went to the house, yet he never met Bridget in the village, but he would either nod or wink, or smile, or look kindly at her-or (as circ.u.mstances directed) he would shake her by the hand-or ask her lovingly how she did-or would give her a ribbon-and now-and-then, though never but when it could be done with decorum, would give Bridget a...-

Precisely in this situation, did these things stand for five years; that is from the demolition of Dunkirk in the year 13, to the latter end of my uncle Toby's campaign in the year 18, which was about six or seven weeks before the time I'm speaking of.-When Trim, as his custom was, after he had put my uncle Toby to bed, going down one moon-s.h.i.+ny night to see that every thing was right at his fortifications-in the lane separated from the bowling-green with flowering shrubs and holly-he espied his Bridget.

As the corporal thought there was nothing in the world so well worth shewing as the glorious works which he and my uncle Toby had made, Trim courteously and gallantly took her by the hand, and led her in: this was not done so privately, but that the foul-mouth'd trumpet of Fame carried it from ear to ear, till at length it reach'd my father's, with this untoward circ.u.mstance along with it, that my uncle Toby's curious draw-bridge, constructed and painted after the Dutch fas.h.i.+on, and which went quite across the ditch-was broke down, and somehow or other crushed all to pieces that very night.

My father, as you have observed, had no great esteem for my uncle Toby's hobby-horse; he thought it the most ridiculous horse that ever gentleman mounted; and indeed unless my uncle Toby vexed him about it, could never think of it once, without smiling at it-so that it could never get lame or happen any mischance, but it tickled my father's imagination beyond measure; but this being an accident much more to his humour than any one which had yet befall'n it, it proved an inexhaustible fund of entertainment to him-Well-but dear Toby! my father would say, do tell me seriously how this affair of the bridge happened.-How can you teaze me so much about it? my uncle Toby would reply-I have told it you twenty times, word for word as Trim told it me.-Prithee, how was it then, corporal? my father would cry, turning to Trim.-It was a mere misfortune, an' please your honour;-I was shewing Mrs. Bridget our fortifications, and in going too near the edge of the fosse, I unfortunately slipp'd in-Very well, Trim! my father would cry-(smiling mysteriously, and giving a nod-but without interrupting him)-and being link'd fast, an' please your honour, arm in arm with Mrs. Bridget, I dragg'd her after me, by means of which she fell backwards soss against the bridge-and Trim's foot (my uncle Toby would cry, taking the story out of his mouth) getting into the cuvette, he tumbled full against the bridge too.-It was a thousand to one, my uncle Toby would add, that the poor fellow did not break his leg.-Ay truly, my father would say-a limb is soon broke, brother Toby, in such encounters.-And so, an' please your honour, the bridge, which your honour knows was a very slight one, was broke down betwixt us, and splintered all to pieces.

At other times, but especially when my uncle Toby was so unfortunate as to say a syllable about cannons, bombs, or petards-my father would exhaust all the stores of his eloquence (which indeed were very great) in a panegyric upon the Battering-Rams of the ancients-the Vinea which Alexander made use of at the siege of Troy.-He would tell my uncle Toby of the Catapultae of the Syrians, which threw such monstrous stones so many hundred feet, and shook the strongest bulwarks from their very foundation:-he would go on and describe the wonderful mechanism of the Ballista which Marcellinus makes so much rout about!-the terrible effects of the Pyraboli, which cast fire;-the danger of the Terebra and Scorpio, which cast javelins.-But what are these, would he say, to the destructive machinery of corporal Trim?-Believe me, brother Toby, no bridge, or bastion, or sally-port, that ever was constructed in this world, can hold out against such artillery.

My uncle Toby would never attempt any defence against the force of this ridicule, but that of redoubling the vehemence of smoaking his pipe; in doing which, he raised so dense a vapour one night after supper, that it set my father, who was a little phthisical, into a suffocating fit of violent coughing: my uncle Toby leap'd up without feeling the pain upon his groin-and, with infinite pity, stood beside his brother's chair, tapping his back with one hand, and holding his head with the other, and from time to time wiping his eyes with a clean cambrick handkerchief, which he pulled out of his pocket.-The affectionate and endearing manner in which my uncle Toby did these little offices-cut my father thro' his reins, for the pain he had just been giving him.-May my brains be knock'd out with a battering-ram or a catapulta, I care not which, quoth my father to himself-if ever I insult this worthy soul more!

Chapter 2.XVIII.

The draw-bridge being held irreparable, Trim was ordered directly to set about another-but not upon the same model: for cardinal Alberoni's intrigues at that time being discovered, and my uncle Toby rightly foreseeing that a flame would inevitably break out betwixt Spain and the Empire, and that the operations of the ensuing campaign must in all likelihood be either in Naples or Sicily-he determined upon an Italian bridge-(my uncle Toby, by-the-bye, was not far out of his conjectures)-but my father, who was infinitely the better politician, and took the lead as far of my uncle Toby in the cabinet, as my uncle Toby took it of him in the field-convinced him, that if the king of Spain and the Emperor went together by the ears, England and France and Holland must, by force of their pre-engagements, all enter the lists too;-and if so, he would say, the combatants, brother Toby, as sure as we are alive, will fall to it again, pell-mell, upon the old prize-fighting stage of Flanders;-then what will you do with your Italian bridge?

-We will go on with it then upon the old model, cried my uncle Toby.

When corporal Trim had about half finished it in that style-my uncle Toby found out a capital defect in it, which he had never thoroughly considered before. It turned, it seems, upon hinges at both ends of it, opening in the middle, one half of which turning to one side of the fosse, and the other to the other; the advantage of which was this, that by dividing the weight of the bridge into two equal portions, it impowered my uncle Toby to raise it up or let it down with the end of his crutch, and with one hand, which, as his garrison was weak, was as much as he could well spare-but the disadvantages of such a construction were insurmountable;-for by this means, he would say, I leave one half of my bridge in my enemy's possession-and pray of what use is the other?

The natural remedy for this was, no doubt, to have his bridge fast only at one end with hinges, so that the whole might be lifted up together, and stand bolt upright-but that was rejected for the reason given above.

For a whole week after he was determined in his mind to have one of that particular construction which is made to draw back horizontally, to hinder a pa.s.sage; and to thrust forwards again to gain a pa.s.sage-of which sorts your wors.h.i.+p might have seen three famous ones at Spires before its destruction-and one now at Brisac, if I mistake not;-but my father advising my uncle Toby, with great earnestness, to have nothing more to do with thrusting bridges-and my uncle foreseeing moreover that it would but perpetuate the memory of the Corporal's misfortune-he changed his mind for that of the marquis d'Hopital's invention, which the younger Bernouilli has so well and learnedly described, as your wors.h.i.+ps may see-Act. Erud. Lips. an. 1695-to these a lead weight is an eternal balance, and keeps watch as well as a couple of centinels, inasmuch as the construction of them was a curve line approximating to a cycloid-if not a cycloid itself.

My uncle Toby understood the nature of a parabola as well as any man in England-but was not quite such a master of the cycloid;-he talked however about it every day-the bridge went not forwards.-We'll ask somebody about it, cried my uncle Toby to Trim.

Chapter 2.XIX.

When Trim came in and told my father, that Dr. Slop was in the kitchen, and busy in making a bridge-my uncle Toby-the affair of the jack-boots having just then raised a train of military ideas in his brain-took it instantly for granted that Dr. Slop was making a model of the marquis d'Hopital's bridge.-'tis very obliging in him, quoth my uncle Toby;-pray give my humble service to Dr. Slop, Trim, and tell him I thank him heartily.

Had my uncle Toby's head been a Savoyard's box, and my father peeping in all the time at one end of it-it could not have given him a more distinct conception of the operations of my uncle Toby's imagination, than what he had; so, notwithstanding the catapulta and battering-ram, and his bitter imprecation about them, he was just beginning to triumph-

When Trim's answer, in an instant, tore the laurel from his brows, and twisted it to pieces.