military operations of yours are above your strength;—you mean well, brother⸺but they carry you into greater expenses than you were first aware of;—and take my word, dear Toby , they will in the end quite ruin your fortune, and make a beggar of you.—What signifies it if they do, brother, replied my uncle Toby , so long as we know ’tis for the good of the nation?⸺
My father could not help smiling for his soul—his anger at the worst was never more than a spark;—and the zeal and simplicity of Trim —and the generous (though hobbyhorsical) gallantry of my uncle Toby , brought him into perfect good humour with them in an instant.
Generous souls!—God prosper you both, and your mortar-pieces too! quoth my father to himself.