The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman Part 17

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Chapter 2.XX.

-This unfortunate draw-bridge of yours, quoth my father-G.o.d bless your honour, cried Trim, 'tis a bridge for master's nose.-In bringing him into the world with his vile instruments, he has crushed his nose, Susannah says, as flat as a pancake to his face, and he is making a false bridge with a piece of cotton and a thin piece of whalebone out of Susannah's stays, to raise it up.

-Lead me, brother Toby, cried my father, to my room this instant.

Chapter 2.XXI.

From the first moment I sat down to write my life for the amus.e.m.e.nt of the world, and my opinions for its instruction, has a cloud insensibly been gathering over my father.-A tide of little evils and distresses has been setting in against him.-Not one thing, as he observed himself, has gone right: and now is the storm thicken'd and going to break, and pour down full upon his head.

I enter upon this part of my story in the most pensive and melancholy frame of mind that ever sympathetic breast was touched with.-My nerves relax as I tell it.-Every line I write, I feel an abatement of the quickness of my pulse, and of that careless alacrity with it, which every day of my life prompts me to say and write a thousand things I should not-And this moment that I last dipp'd my pen into my ink, I could not help taking notice what a cautious air of sad composure and solemnity there appear'd in my manner of doing it.-Lord! how different from the rash jerks and hair-brain'd squirts thou art wont, Tristram, to transact it with in other humours-dropping thy pen-spurting thy ink about thy table and thy books-as if thy pen and thy ink, thy books and furniture cost thee nothing!

Chapter 2.XXII.

-I won't go about to argue the point with you-'tis so-and I am persuaded of it, madam, as much as can be, 'That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.'

The moment my father got up into his chamber, he threw himself prostrate across his bed in the wildest disorder imaginable, but at the same time in the most lamentable att.i.tude of a man borne down with sorrows, that ever the eye of pity dropp'd a tear for.-The palm of his right hand, as he fell upon the bed, receiving his forehead, and covering the greatest part of both his eyes, gently sunk down with his head (his elbow giving way backwards) till his nose touch'd the quilt;-his left arm hung insensible over the side of the bed, his knuckles reclining upon the handle of the chamber-pot, which peep'd out beyond the valance-his right leg (his left being drawn up towards his body) hung half over the side of the bed, the edge of it pressing upon his s.h.i.+n bone-He felt it not. A fix'd, inflexible sorrow took possession of every line of his face.-He sigh'd once-heaved his breast often-but uttered not a word.

An old set-st.i.tch'd chair, valanced and fringed around with party coloured worsted bobs, stood at the bed's head, opposite to the side where my father's head reclined.-My uncle Toby sat him down in it.

Before an affliction is digested-consolation ever comes too soon;-and after it is digested-it comes too late: so that you see, madam, there is but a mark between these two, as fine almost as a hair, for a comforter to take aim at:-my uncle Toby was always either on this side, or on that of it, and would often say, he believed in his heart he could as soon hit the longitude; for this reason, when he sat down in the chair, he drew the curtain a little forwards, and having a tear at every one's service-he pull'd out a cambrick handkerchief-gave a low sigh-but held his peace.

Chapter 2.XXIII.

-'All is not gain that is got into the purse.'-So that notwithstanding my father had the happiness of reading the oddest books in the universe, and had moreover, in himself, the oddest way of thinking that ever man in it was bless'd with, yet it had this drawback upon him after all-that it laid him open to some of the oddest and most whimsical distresses; of which this particular one, which he sunk under at present, is as strong an example as can be given.

No doubt, the breaking down of the bridge of a child's nose, by the edge of a pair of forceps-however scientifically applied-would vex any man in the world, who was at so much pains in begetting a child, as my father was-yet it will not account for the extravagance of his affliction, nor will it justify the un-christian manner he abandoned and surrendered himself up to.

To explain this, I must leave him upon the bed for half an hour-and my uncle Toby in his old fringed chair sitting beside him.

Chapter 2.XXIV.

-I think it a very unreasonable demand-cried my great-grandfather, twisting up the paper, and throwing it upon the table.-By this account, madam, you have but two thousand pounds fortune, and not a s.h.i.+lling more-and you insist upon having three hundred pounds a year jointure for it.-

-'Because,' replied my great-grandmother, 'you have little or no nose, Sir.'-

Now before I venture to make use of the word Nose a second time-to avoid all confusion in what will be said upon it, in this interesting part of my story, it may not be amiss to explain my own meaning, and define, with all possible exactness and precision, what I would willingly be understood to mean by the term: being of opinion, that 'tis owing to the negligence and perverseness of writers in despising this precaution, and to nothing else-that all the polemical writings in divinity are not as clear and demonstrative as those upon a Will o' the Wisp, or any other sound part of philosophy, and natural pursuit; in order to which, what have you to do, before you set out, unless you intend to go puzzling on to the day of judgment-but to give the world a good definition, and stand to it, of the main word you have most occasion for-changing it, Sir, as you would a guinea, into small coin?-which done-let the father of confusion puzzle you, if he can; or put a different idea either into your head, or your reader's head, if he knows how.

In books of strict morality and close reasoning, such as I am engaged in-the neglect is inexcusable; and Heaven is witness, how the world has revenged itself upon me for leaving so many openings to equivocal strictures-and for depending so much as I have done, all along, upon the cleanliness of my readers imaginations.

-Here are two senses, cried Eugenius, as we walk'd along, pointing with the fore finger of his right hand to the word Crevice, in the one hundred and seventy-eighth page of the first volume of this book of books,-here are two senses-quoth he.-And here are two roads, replied I, turning short upon him-a dirty and a clean one-which shall we take?-The clean, by all means, replied Eugenius. Eugenius, said I, stepping before him, and laying my hand upon his breast-to define-is to distrust.-Thus I triumph'd over Eugenius; but I triumph'd over him as I always do, like a fool.-'Tis my comfort, however, I am not an obstinate one: therefore

I define a nose as follows-intreating only beforehand, and beseeching my readers, both male and female, of what age, complexion, and condition soever, for the love of G.o.d and their own souls, to guard against the temptations and suggestions of the devil, and suffer him by no art or wile to put any other ideas into their minds, than what I put into my definition-For by the word Nose, throughout all this long chapter of noses, and in every other part of my work, where the word Nose occurs-I declare, by that word I mean a nose, and nothing more, or less.

Chapter 2.XXV.

-'Because,' quoth my great grandmother, repeating the words again-'you have little or no nose, Sir.'-

S'death! cried my great-grandfather, clapping his hand upon his nose,-'tis not so small as that comes to;-'tis a full inch longer than my father's.-Now, my great-grandfather's nose was for all the world like unto the noses of all the men, women, and children, whom Pantagruel found dwelling upon the island of Ennasin.-By the way, if you would know the strange way of getting a-kin amongst so flat-nosed a people-you must read the book;-find it out yourself, you never can.-

-'Twas shaped, Sir, like an ace of clubs.

-'Tis a full inch, continued my grandfather, pressing up the ridge of his nose with his finger and thumb; and repeating his a.s.sertion-'tis a full inch longer, madam, than my father's-You must mean your uncle's, replied my great-grandmother.

-My great-grandfather was convinced.-He untwisted the paper, and signed the article.

Chapter 2.XXVI.

-What an unconscionable jointure, my dear, do we pay out of this small estate of ours, quoth my grandmother to my grandfather.

My father, replied my grandfather, had no more nose, my dear, saving the mark, than there is upon the back of my hand.

-Now, you must know, that my great-grandmother outlived my grandfather twelve years; so that my father had the jointure to pay, a hundred and fifty pounds half-yearly-(on Michaelmas and Lady-day,)-during all that time.

No man discharged pecuniary obligations with a better grace than my father.-And as far as a hundred pounds went, he would fling it upon the table, guinea by guinea, with that spirited jerk of an honest welcome, which generous souls, and generous souls only, are able to fling down money: but as soon as ever he enter'd upon the odd fifty-he generally gave a loud Hem! rubb'd the side of his nose leisurely with the flat part of his fore finger-inserted his hand cautiously betwixt his head and the cawl of his wig-look'd at both sides of every guinea as he parted with it-and seldom could get to the end of the fifty pounds, without pulling out his handkerchief, and wiping his temples.

Defend me, gracious Heaven! from those persecuting spirits who make no allowances for these workings within us.-Never-O never may I lay down in their tents, who cannot relax the engine, and feel pity for the force of education, and the prevalence of opinions long derived from ancestors!

For three generations at least this tenet in favour of long noses had gradually been taking root in our family.-Tradition was all along on its side, and Interest was every half-year stepping in to strengthen it; so that the whimsicality of my father's brain was far from having the whole honour of this, as it had of almost all his other strange notions.-For in a great measure he might be said to have suck'd this in with his mother's milk. He did his part however.-If education planted the mistake (in case it was one) my father watered it, and ripened it to perfection.

He would often declare, in speaking his thoughts upon the subject, that he did not conceive how the greatest family in England could stand it out against an uninterrupted succession of six or seven short noses.-And for the contrary reason, he would generally add, That it must be one of the greatest problems in civil life, where the same number of long and jolly noses, following one another in a direct line, did not raise and hoist it up into the best vacancies in the kingdom.-He would often boast that the Shandy family rank'd very high in king Harry the VIIIth's time, but owed its rise to no state engine-he would say-but to that only;-but that, like other families, he would add-it had felt the turn of the wheel, and had never recovered the blow of my great-grandfather's nose.-It was an ace of clubs indeed, he would cry, shaking his head-and as vile a one for an unfortunate family as ever turn'd up trumps.

-Fair and softly, gentle reader!-where is thy fancy carrying thee!-If there is truth in man, by my great-grandfather's nose, I mean the external organ of smelling, or that part of man which stands prominent in his face-and which painters say, in good jolly noses and well-proportioned faces, should comprehend a full third-that is, measured downwards from the setting on of the hair.

-What a life of it has an author, at this pa.s.s!

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