My uncle _Toby_’s wound was near well, and as soon as the surgeon recovered his surprize, and could get leave to say as much——he told him, ’twas just beginning to incarnate; and that if no fresh exfoliation happened, which there was no sign of,—it would be dried up in five or six weeks. The sound of as many Olympiads, twelve hours before, would have conveyed an idea of shorter duration to my uncle _Toby_’s mind.——The succession of his ideas was now rapid,—he broiled with impatience to put his design in execution;——and so, without consulting farther with any soul living,—which, by the bye, I think is right, when you are predetermined to take no one soul’s advice,——he privately ordered _Trim_, his man, to pack up a bundle of lint and dressings, and hire a chariot-and-four to be at the door exactly by twelve o’clock that day, when he knew my father would be upon ’Change.——So leaving a bank-note upon the table for the surgeon’s care of him, and a letter of tender thanks for his brother’s—he packed up his maps, his books of fortification, his instruments, &c. and by the help of a crutch on one side, and _Trim_ on the other,——my uncle _Toby_ embarked for _Shandy-Hall._ The reason, or rather the rise of this sudden demigration was as follows: The table in my uncle _Toby_’s room, and at which, the night before this change happened, he was sitting with his maps, &c. about him—being somewhat of the smallest, for that infinity of great and small instruments of knowledge which usually lay crowded upon it—he had the accident, in reaching over for his tobacco-box, to throw down his compasses, and in stooping to take the compasses up, with his sleeve he threw down his case of instruments and snuffers;—and as the dice took a run against him, in his endeavouring to catch the snuffers in falling,——he thrust Monsieur _Blondel_ off the table, and Count _de Pagon_ o’top of him. ’Twas to no purpose for a man, lame as my uncle _Toby_ was, to think of redressing these evils by himself,—he rung his bell for his man _Trim_;——_Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_, prithee see what confusion I have here been making—I must have some better contrivance, _Trim._—Can’st not thou take my rule, and measure the length and breadth of this table, and then go and bespeak me one as big again?——Yes, an’ please your Honour, replied _Trim_, making a bow; but I hope your Honour will be soon well enough to get down to your country-seat, where,—as your Honour takes so much pleasure in fortification, we could manage this matter to a T. I must here inform you, that this servant of my uncle _Toby_’s, who went by the name of _Trim_, had been a corporal in my uncle’s own company,—his real name was _James Butler_,—but having got the nick-name of _Trim_, in the regiment, my uncle _Toby_, unless when he happened to be very angry with him, would never call him by any other name.