Let not the critic ask how Corporal _Trim_ could come by all this. ----I’ve told him it should be explained; --but so he stood before my father, my uncle _Toby_, and Dr. _Slop_, --so swayed his body, so contrasted his limbs, and with such an oratorical sweep throughout the whole figure, ----a statuary might have modelled from it; ----nay, I doubt whether the oldest Fellow of a College, --or the _Hebrew_ Professor himself, could have much mended it. _Trim_ made a bow, and read as follows: The SERMON HEBREWS xiii. 18 ----_For we _trust_ we have a good Conscience_ “Trust! ----Trust we have a good conscience!” [Certainly, _Trim_, quoth my father, interrupting him, you give that sentence a very improper accent; for you curl up your nose, man, and read it with such a sneering tone, as if the Parson was going to abuse the Apostle. He is, an’ please your Honour, replied _Trim_. Pugh! said my father, smiling. Sir, quoth Dr. _Slop_, _Trim_ is certainly in the right; for the writer (who I perceive is a Protestant) by the snappish manner in which he takes up the apostle, is certainly going to abuse him; --if this treatment of him has not done it already. But from whence, replied my father, have you concluded so soon, Dr. _Slop_, that the writer is of our church? --for aught I can see yet, --he may be of any church. ----Because, answered Dr. _Slop_, if he was of ours, --he durst no more take such a licence, --than a bear by his beard: --If, in our communion, Sir, a man was to insult an apostle, ----a saint, ----or even the paring of a saint’s nail, --he would have his eyes scratched out. --What, by the saint? quoth my uncle _Toby_. No, replied Dr. _Slop_, he would have an old house over his head. Pray is the Inquisition an ancient building, answered my uncle _Toby_, or is it a modern one? --I know nothing of architecture, replied Dr. _Slop_. --An’ please your Honours, quoth _Trim_, the Inquisition is the vilest ----Prithee spare thy description, _Trim_, I hate the very name of it, said my father. --No matter for that, answered Dr. _Slop_, --it has its uses; for tho’ I’m no great advocate for it, yet, in such a case as this, he would soon be taught better manners; and I can tell him, if he went on at that rate, would be flung into the Inquisition for his pains. God help him then, quoth my uncle _Toby_. Amen, added _Trim_; for Heaven above knows, I have a poor brother who has been fourteen years a captive in it. --I never heard one word of it before, said my uncle _Toby_, hastily: --How came he there, _Trim?_ ----O, Sir! the story will make your heart bleed, --as it has made mine a thousand times; --but it is too long to be told now; --your Honour shall hear it from first to last some day when I am working beside you in our fortifications; --but the short of the story is this; --That my brother _Tom_ went over a servant to _Lisbon_, --and then married a Jew’s widow, who kept a small shop, and sold sausages, which