itches, which was the origin of fortification.--True,
true, dear Toby, cried my father, striking out the bull, and putting the
ox in his place.

My father gave Trim a nod, to snuff the candle, and resumed his
discourse.

--I enter upon this speculation, said my father carelessly, and half
shutting the book, as he went on, merely to shew the foundation of
the natural relation between a father and his child; the right and
jurisdiction over whom he acquires these several ways--

1st, by marriage.

2d, by adoption.

3d, by legitimation.

And 4th, by procreation; all which I consider in their order.

I lay a slight stress upon one of them, replied Yorick--the act,
especially where it ends there, in my opinion lays as little obligation
upon the child, as it conveys power to the father.--You are wrong,--said
my father argutely, and for this plain reason....--I own, added my
father, that the offspring, upon this account, is not so under the power
and jurisdiction of the mother.--But the reason, replied Yorick,
equally holds good for her.--She is under authority herself, said my
father:--and besides, continued my father, nodding his head, and laying
his finger upon the side of his nose, as he assigned his reason,--she is
not the principal agent, Yorick.--In what, quoth my uncle Toby? stopping
his pipe.--Though by all means, added my father (not attending to
my uncle Toby), 'The son ought to pay her respect,' as you may read,
Yorick, at large in the first book of the Institutes of Justinian,
at the eleventh title and the tenth section.--I can read it as well,
replied Yorick, in the Catechism.

Chapter 3.XXXII.

Trim can repeat every word of it by heart, quoth my uncle Toby.--Pugh!
said my father, not caring to be interrupted with Trim's saying his
Catechism. He can, upon my honour, replied my uncle Toby.--Ask him, Mr.
Yorick, any question you please.--

--The fifth Commandment, Trim,--said Yorick, speaking mildly, and with
a gentle nod, as to a modest Catechumen. The corporal stood silent.--You
don't ask him right, said my uncle Toby, raising his voice, and giving
it rapidly like the word of command:--The fifth--cried my uncle Toby.--I
must begin with the first, an' please your honour, said the corporal.--

--Yorick could not forbear smiling.--Your reverence does not consider,
said the corporal, shouldering his stick like a musket, and marching
into the middle of the room, to illustrate his position,--that 'tis