[ 113 ] C H A P. XXXII. TRIM can repeat every word of it by heart, quoth my uncle Toby. -- Pugh ! said my father, not caring to be inter- rupted 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, rais- ing 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 ho- nour, said the corporal. ----   -- Yorick could not forbear smiling. -- Your reverence does not consider, said   VOL. V.        I            the [ 114 ] the corporal, shouldering his stick like a musket, and marching into the mid- dle of the room, to illustrate his position, -- that 'tis exactly the same thing, as doing one's exercise in the field. --   `` Join your right hand to your fire- lock,'' cried the corporal, giving the word of command, and performing the motion. --   `` Poise your firelock,'' cried the cor- poral, doing the duty still of both adjutant and private man. --   `` Rest your firelock;'' -- one motion, an' please your reverence, you see leads into another. -- If his honour will begin but with the first --   THE FIRST -- cried my uncle Toby, set- ting his hand upon his side -- * * * * * * *  * * * * * * * * * * * *.                           THE [ 115 ]   THE SECOND -- cried my uncle Toby, waving his tobacco-pipe, as he would have done his sword at the head of a re- giment. -- The corporal went through his manual with exactness ; and having ho- noured his father and mother, made a low bow, and fell back to the side of the room.   Every thing in this world, said my father, is big with jest, -- and has wit in it, and instruction too, -- if we can but find it out.   -- Here is the scaffold work of I NSTRUC- TION, its true point of folly, without the BUILDING behind it. --   -- Here is the glass for pedagogues, preceptors, tutors, governours, gerund- grinders and bear-leaders to view them- selves in, in their true dimensions. --              I 2              Oh ! [ 116 ]   Oh ! there is a husk and shell, Yorick, which grows up with learning, which their unskilfulness knows not how to fling away !   -- SCIENCES  MAY  BE  LEARNED  BY  ROTE,  BUT  WISDOM  NOT.   Yorick thought my father inspired. -- I will enter into obligations this moment, said my father, to lay out all my aunt Dinah's legacy, in charitable uses (of which, by the bye, my father had no high opinion) if the corporal has any one determinate idea annexed to any one word he has repeated. -- Prythee, Trim, quoth my father, turning round to him, -- What do'st thou mean, by `` honour- `` ing thy father and mother ?''   Allowing them, an' please your ho- nour, three halfpence a day out of my pay, when they grew old. -- And didst thou do that, Trim ? said Yorick. -- He              3              did [ 117 ] did indeed, replied my uncle Toby. -- Then, Trim, said Yorick, springing out of his chair, and taking the corporal by the hand, thou art the best commenta- tor upon that part of the Decalogue ; and I honour thee more for it, corporal Trim, than if thou hadst had a hand in the Talmud itself.