T H E L I F E  and  O P I N I O N S O F T R I S T R A M S H A N D Y, Gent. ________________________________ C H A P. I NO  --  I think, I said, I would write two volumes every year, provided the vile cough which then tor- mented me, and which to this hour I dread worse than the devil, would but give me leave  --  and in another place -- (but where, I can't recollect now) speak- ing of my book as a machine, and lay- ing my pen and ruler down cross-wise    VOL. VII.        B            upon [ 2 ] upon the table, in order to gain the greater credit to it -- I swore it should be kept a going at that rate these forty years if it pleased but the fountain of life to bless me so long with health and good spirits.    Now as for my spirits, little have I to lay to their charge -- nay, so very little (unless the mounting me upon a long stick, and playing the fool with me nineteen hours out of the twenty-four, be accusations) that on the contrary, I have much -- much to thank 'em for : cheerily have ye made me tread the path of life with all the burdens of it (except its cares) upon my back ; in no one mo- ment of my existence, that I remember, have ye once deserted me, or tinged the ob- jects which came in my way, either with              9              sable, [ 3 ] sable, or with a sickly green ; in dangers ye gilded my horizon with hope, and when DEATH himself knocked at my door -- ye bad him come again ; and in so gay a tone of careless indifference, did ye do it, that he doubted of his commission --      `` -- There must certainly be some mistake in this matter,'' quoth he.    Now there is nothing in this world I abominate worse, than to be interrupted in a story  --  and I was that moment telling Eugenius a most tawdry one in my way, of a nun who fancied herself a shell-fish, and of a monk damn'd for eating a muscle, and was shewing him the grounds and justice of the proce- dure --                B 2              `` -- Did [ 4 ] `` -- Did ever so grave a personage ``get into so vile a scrape?'' quoth Death. Thou hast had a narrow escape, Tristram, said Eugenius, taking hold of my hand as I finish'd my story --      But there is no living, Eugenius, re- plied I, at this rate ; for as this son of a whore has found out my lodgings --      -- You call him rightly, said Eugenius, -- for by sin, we are told, he enter'd the world  --  I care not which way he enter'd, quoth I, provided he be not in    such a hurry to take me out with him -- for I have forty volumes to write, and forty thousand things to say and do,      which nobody in the world will sey and do for me, except thyself ; and as thou              8              seest [ 5 ] seest he has got me by the throat (for Eugenius could scarce hear me speak across the table) and that I am no match for him in the open field, had I not better, whilst these few scatter'd spirits remain, and these two spider legs of mine (holding one of them up to him) are able to support me -- had I not better, Eugenius, fly for my life? 'tis my advice, my dear Tristram, said Eugenius  --  then by heaven! I will lead him a dance he little thinks of -- for I will gallop, quoth I, without look- ing once behind me to the banks of the Garonne ; and if I hear him clattering at my heels  --  I'll scamper away to mount Vesuvius  --  from thence to Jop- pa, and from Joppa to the world's end, where, if he follows me, I pray God he may break his neck --                B3              -- He [ 6 ]    -- He runs more risk there, said Euge- nius, than thou.              Eugenius's wit and affection brought blood into the cheek from whence it had been some months banish'd -- 'twas a vile moment to bid adieu in ; he led me to my chaise  --  Allons! said I ; the post boy gave a crack with his whip  --  off I went like a cannon, and in half a dozen bounds got into Dover.                           C H A P.