which I shall discharge in due
time,--I own myself a debtor to the world for two items,--a chapter upon
chamber-maids and button-holes, which, in the former part of my work,
I promised and fully intended to pay off this year: but some of your
worships and reverences telling me, that the two subjects, especially so
connected together, might endanger the morals of the world,--I pray the
chapter upon chamber-maids and button-holes may be forgiven me,--and
that they will accept of the last chapter in lieu of it; which is
nothing, an't please your reverences, but a chapter of chamber-maids,
green gowns, and old hats.

Trim took his hat off the ground,--put it upon his head,--and then went
on with his oration upon death, in manner and form following.

Chapter 3.IX.

--To us, Jonathan, who know not what want or care is--who live here in
the service of two of the best of masters--(bating in my own case his
majesty King William the Third, whom I had the honour to serve both in
Ireland and Flanders)--I own it, that from Whitsontide to within three
weeks of Christmas,--'tis not long--'tis like nothing;--but to those,
Jonathan, who know what death is, and what havock and destruction he
can make, before a man can well wheel about--'tis like a whole age.--O
Jonathan! 'twould make a good-natured man's heart bleed, to consider,
continued the corporal (standing perpendicularly), how low many a brave
and upright fellow has been laid since that time!--And trust me, Susy,
added the corporal, turning to Susannah, whose eyes were swimming in
water,--before that time comes round again,--many a bright eye will be
dim.--Susannah placed it to the right side of the page--she wept--but
she court'sied too.--Are we not, continued Trim, looking still at
Susannah--are we not like a flower of the field--a tear of pride stole
in betwixt every two tears of humiliation--else no tongue could
have described Susannah's affliction--is not all flesh grass?--Tis
clay,--'tis dirt.--They all looked directly at the scullion,--the
scullion had just been scouring a fish-kettle.--It was not fair.--

--What is the finest face that ever man looked at!--I could hear Trim
talk so for ever, cried Susannah,--what is it! (Susannah laid her hand
upon Trim's shoulder)--but corruption?--Susannah took it off.

Now I love you for this--and 'tis this delicious mixture within you
which makes you dear creatures what you are--and he who hates you for
it--all I can say of th