brightening up his face--your honour knows I have
neither wife or child--I can have no sorrows in this world.--My father
could not help smiling.--As few as any man, Trim, replied my uncle Toby;
nor can I see how a fellow of thy light heart can suffer, but from the
distress of poverty in thy old age--when thou art passed all services,
Trim--and hast outlived thy friends.--An' please your honour, never
fear, replied Trim, chearily.--But I would have thee never fear, Trim,
replied my uncle Toby, and therefore, continued my uncle Toby, throwing
down his crutch, and getting up upon his legs as he uttered the word
therefore--in recompence, Trim, of thy long fidelity to me, and that
goodness of thy heart I have had such proofs of--whilst thy master is
worth a shilling--thou shalt never ask elsewhere, Trim, for a penny.
Trim attempted to thank my uncle Toby--but had not power--tears trickled
down his cheeks faster than he could wipe them off--He laid his hands
upon his breast--made a bow to the ground, and shut the door.

--I have left Trim my bowling-green, cried my uncle Toby--My father
smiled.--I have left him moreover a pension, continued my uncle
Toby.--My father looked grave.

Chapter 2.XL.

Is this a fit time, said my father to himself, to talk of Pensions and
Grenadiers?

Chapter 2.XLI.

When my uncle Toby first mentioned the grenadier, my father, I said,
fell down with his nose flat to the quilt, and as suddenly as if my
uncle Toby had shot him; but it was not added that every other limb
and member of my father instantly relapsed with his nose into the same
precise attitude in which he lay first described; so that when corporal
Trim left the room, and my father found himself disposed to rise off
the bed--he had all the little preparatory movements to run over again,
before he could do it. Attitudes are nothing, madam--'tis the transition
from one attitude to another--like the preparation and resolution of the
discord into harmony, which is all in all.

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 t