[I see plainly, said my father, that this sermon has been composed to be preached at the Temple,——or at some Assize.—I like the reasoning,—and am sorry that Dr. _Slop_ has fallen asleep before the time of his conviction:—for it is now clear, that the Parson, as I thought at first, never insulted St. _Paul_ in the least;—nor has there been, brother, the least difference between them.——A great matter, if they had differed, replied my uncle _Toby_,—the best friends in the world may differ sometimes.——True,—brother _Toby_ quoth my father, shaking hands with him,—we’ll fill our pipes, brother, and then _Trim_ shall go on. Well,——what dost thou think of it? said my father, speaking to Corporal _Trim_, as he reached his tobacco-box. I think, answered the Corporal, that the seven watch-men upon the tower, who, I suppose, are all centinels there,—are more, an’ please your Honour, than were necessary;—and, to go on at that rate, would harrass a regiment all to pieces, which a commanding officer, who loves his men, will never do, if he can help it, because two centinels, added the Corporal, are as good as twenty.—I have been a commanding officer myself in the _Corps de Garde_ a hundred times, continued _Trim_, rising an inch higher in his figure, as he spoke,—and all the time I had the honour to serve his Majesty King _William_, in relieving the most considerable posts, I never left more than two in my life.——Very right, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_,—but you do not consider, _Trim_, that the towers, in _Solomon_’s days, were not such things as our bastions, flanked and defended by other works;—this, _Trim_, was an invention since _Solomon_’s death; nor had they horn-works, or ravelins before the curtin, in his time;——or such a fossé as we make with a cuvette in the middle of it, and with covered ways and counterscarps pallisadoed along it, to guard against a _Coup de main_:—So that the seven men upon the tower were a party, I dare say, from the _Corps de Garde_, set there, not only to look out, but to defend it.—They could be no more, an’ please your Honour, than a Corporal’s Guard.—My father smiled inwardly, but not outwardly—the subject being rather too serious, considering what had happened, to make a jest of.—So putting his pipe into his mouth, which he had just lighted,—he contented himself with ordering _Trim_ to read on. He read on as follows: “To have the fear of God before our eyes, and, in our mutual dealings with each other, to govern our actions by the eternal measures of right and wrong:——The first of these will comprehend the duties of religion;—the second, those of morality, which are so inseparably connected together, that you cannot divide these two _tables_, even in imagination, (tho’ the attempt is often made in practice) without breaking and mutually destroying them both.