DID ever man, brother Toby, cried
my father, raising himself up upon
his elbow, and turning himself round to
the opposite side of the bed where my
uncle Toby was sitting in his old fringed
chair, with his chin resting upon his
crutch -- did ever a poor unfortunate man,
brother Toby, cried my father, receive so
many lashes ? --- The most I ever saw
given, quoth my uncle Toby, (ringing
1 the
the bell at the bed's head for Trim) was
to a grenadier, I think in Makay's regi-
ment.
-- Had my uncle Toby shot a bullet
thro' my father's heart, he could not
have fallen down with his nose upon the
quilt more suddenly.
Bless me ! said my uncle Toby.
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