geneva,
Trim, added my uncle Toby, which did us more good than all--I verily
believe, continued the corporal, we had both, an' please your honour,
left our lives in the trenches, and been buried in them too.--The
noblest grave, corporal! cried my uncle Toby, his eyes sparkling as he
spoke, that a soldier could wish to lie down in.--But a pitiful death
for him! an' please your honour, replied the corporal.

All this was as much Arabick to my father, as the rites of the Colchi
and Troglodites had been before to my uncle Toby; my father could not
determine whether he was to frown or to smile.

My uncle Toby, turning to Yorick, resumed the case at Limerick, more
intelligibly than he had begun it,--and so settled the point for my
father at once.

Chapter 3.XXXVIII.

It was undoubtedly, said my uncle Toby, a great happiness for myself
and the corporal, that we had all along a burning fever, attended with
a most raging thirst, during the whole five-and-twenty days the flux
was upon us in the camp; otherwise what my brother calls the radical
moisture, must, as I conceive it, inevitably have got the better.--My
father drew in his lungs top-full of air, and looking up, blew it forth
again, as slowly as he possibly could.--

--It was Heaven's mercy to us, continued my uncle Toby, which put it
into the corporal's head to maintain that due contention betwixt the
radical heat and the radical moisture, by reinforceing the fever, as he
did all along, with hot wine and spices; whereby the corporal kept up
(as it were) a continual firing, so that the radical heat stood its
ground from the beginning to the end, and was a fair match for the
moisture, terrible as it was.--Upon my honour, added my uncle Toby,
you might have heard the contention within our bodies, brother Shandy,
twenty toises.--If there was no firing, said Yorick.

Well--said my father, with a full aspiration, and pausing a while after
the word--Was I a judge, and the laws of the country which made me one
permitted it, I would condemn some of the worst malefactors, provided
they had had their clergy...--Yorick, foreseeing the sentence was likely
to end with no sort of mercy, laid his hand upon my father's breast, and
begged he would respite it for a few minutes, till he asked the corporal
a question.--Prithee, Trim, said Yorick, without staying for my father's
leave,--tell us honestly--what is thy opinion concerning this self-same
radical heat and radical moistur