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A man describes his birth and upbringing through the adventures of his family.

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My uncle Toby loved the man in return, and what attached him more to him still, was the similitude of their knowledge.⁠⸺⁠For Corporal Trim (for so, for the future, I shall call him), by four years occasional attention to his Master’s discourse upon fortified towns, and the advantage of prying and peeping continually into his Master’s plans, etc. , exclusive and besides what he gained Hobbyhorsically , as a body-servant, Non Hobbyhorsical per se ;⁠⸺⁠had become no mean proficient in the science; and was thought, by the cook and chambermaid, to know as much of the nature of strongholds as my uncle Toby himself.

I have but one more stroke to give to finish Corporal Trim’s character,⁠⸺⁠and it is the only dark line in it.⁠—The fellow loved to advise,⁠—or rather to hear himself talk; his carriage, however, was so perfectly respectful, ’twas easy to keep him silent when you had him so; but set his tongue a-going,⁠—you had no hold of him⁠—he was voluble;⁠—the eternal interlardings of your Honour , with the respectfulness of Corporal Trim’s manner, interceding so strong in behalf of his elocution,⁠—that though you might have been incommoded,⁠⸺⁠you could not well be angry. My uncle Toby was seldom either the one or the other with him,⁠—or, at least, this fault, in Trim , broke no squares with them. My uncle Toby , as I said, loved the man;⁠⸺⁠and besides, as he ever looked upon a faithful servant,⁠—but as an humble friend,⁠—he could not bear to stop his mouth.⁠⸺⁠Such was Corporal Trim .

If I durst presume, continued Trim , to give your Honour my advice, and speak my opinion in this matter.⁠—Thou art welcome, Trim , quoth my uncle Toby ⁠—speak,⁠⸺⁠speak what thou thinkest upon the subject, man, without fear. Why then, replied Trim (not hanging his ears and scratching his head like a country-lout, but) stroking his hair back from his forehead, and standing erect as before his division,⁠—I think, quoth Trim , advancing his left, which was his lame leg, a little forwards,⁠—and pointing with his right hand open towards a map of Dunkirk , which was pinned against the hangings,⁠⸺⁠I think, quoth Corporal Trim ,

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