It is very strange, says my father, addressing himself to my uncle _Toby_, as _Obadiah_ shut the door, ----as there is so expert an operator as Dr. _Slop_ so near, --that my wife should persist to the very last in this obstinate humour of hers, in trusting the life of my child, who has had one misfortune already, to the ignorance of an old woman; ----and not only the life of my child, brother, ----but her own life, and with it the lives of all the children I might, peradventure, have begot out of her hereafter. Mayhap, brother, replied my uncle _Toby_, my sister does it to save the expense: --A pudding’s end, --replied my father, ----the Doctor must be paid the same for inaction as action, ----if not better, --to keep him in temper. ----Then it can be out of nothing in the whole world, quoth my uncle _Toby_, in the simplicity of his heart, --but MODESTY. --My sister, I dare say, added he, does not care to let a man come so near her ****. I will not say whether my uncle _Toby_ had completed the sentence or not; ----’tis for his advantage to suppose he had, ----as, I think, he could have added no ONE WORD which would have improved it. If, on the contrary, my uncle _Toby_ had not fully arrived at the period’s end, --then the world stands indebted to the sudden snapping of my father’s tobacco-pipe for one of the neatest examples of that ornamental figure in oratory, which Rhetoricians stile the _Aposiopesis_. ----Just Heaven! how does the _Poco piu_ and the _Poco meno_ of the _Italian_ artists; --the insensible MORE OR LESS, determine the precise line of beauty in the sentence, as well as in the statute! How do the slight touches of the chisel, the pencil, the pen, the fiddle-stick, _et cætera_, --give the true swell, which gives the true pleasure! --O my countrymen; --be nice; --be cautious of your language; --and never, O! never let it be forgotten upon what small particles your eloquence and your fame depend. ----“My sister, mayhap,” quoth my uncle _Toby_, “does not choose to let a man come so near her ****.” Make this dash, --’tis an Aposiopesis. --Take the dash away, and write _Backside_, ----’tis Bawdy. --Scratch Backside out, and put _Cover’d way_ in, ’tis a Metaphor; --and, I dare say, as fortification ran so much in my uncle _Toby’s_ head, that if he had been left to have added one word to the sentence, ----that word was it. But whether that was the case or not the case; --or whether the snapping of my father’s tobacco-pipe, so critically, happened through accident or anger, will be seen in due time. CHAPTER VII