—ILUS,[28] continued my father, circumcised his whole army one morning.—Not without a court martial? cried my uncle _Toby._——Though the learned, continued he, taking no notice of my uncle _Toby_’s remark, but turning to _Yorick_,—are greatly divided still who _Ilus_ was;—some say _Saturn;_—some the Supreme Being;—others, no more than a brigadier general under _Pharaoh-neco._——Let him be who he will, said my uncle _Toby_, I know not by what article of war he could justify it. The controvertists, answered my father, assign two-and-twenty different reasons for it:—others, indeed, who have drawn their pens on the opposite side of the question, have shewn the world the futility of the greatest part of them.—But then again, our best polemic divines—I wish there was not a polemic divine, said _Yorick_, in the kingdom;—one ounce of practical divinity—is worth a painted ship-load of all their reverences have imported these fifty years.—Pray, Mr. _Yorick_, quoth my uncle _Toby_,—do tell me what a polemic divine is?——The best description, captain _Shandy_, I have ever read, is of a couple of ’em, replied _Yorick_, in the account of the battle fought single hands betwixt _Gymnast_ and captain _Tripet;_ which I have in my pocket.——I beg I may hear it, quoth my uncle _Toby_ earnestly.—You shall, said _Yorick._—And as the corporal is waiting for me at the door,—and I know the description of a battle will do the poor fellow more good than his supper,—I beg, brother, you’ll give him leave to come in.—With all my soul, said my father.——_Trim_ came in, erect and happy as an emperor; and having shut the door, _Yorick_ took a book from his right-hand coat-pocket, and read, or pretended to read, as follows. [25] Χαλεπῆς νόσου, καὶ δυσιάτου ἀπαλλαγὴν, ἣν ἄνθρακα καλοῦσιν.—PHILO [26] Τὰ τεμνόμενα τῶν ἐθνῶν τολυγονώτατα, καὶ πολυανθρωπότατα εἶναι. [27] Καθαριότητος εἵνεκεν.—BOCHART. [28] Ὁ Ἶλος, τὰ αἰδοῖα περιτέμνεται, ταὐτὸ ποιῆσαι καὶ τοὺς ἅμ’ αυτῷ συμμάχους καταναγκάσας.—SANCHUNIATHO. C H A P. XXIX