"Your worships and your reverences love music, and God has made you
all with good ears, and some of you play delightfully yourselves;
trut-prut--prut-trut."
In the following passages we may also observe that peculiar neat and
dramatic form of expression for which Sterne was remarkable.
"'Are we not,' continued Corporal Trim, looking still at
Susanah--'Are we not like a flower of the field?' A tear of pride
stole in betwixt every two tears of humiliation--else no tongue
could have described Susanah's affliction--'Is not all flesh
grass?--'Tis clay--'tis dirt.' They all looked directly at the
scullion;--the scullion had been just scouring a fish kettle--It
was not fair.
"'What is the finest face man ever looked at?' 'I could hear Trim
talk so for ever,' cried Susanah, 'What is it?' Susanah laid her
head on Trim's shoulder--'but corruption!'--Susanah took it off.
"Now I love you for this;--and 'tis this delicious mixture within
you, which makes you dear creatures what you are;--and he, who
hates you for it--all I can say of the matter is--that he has
either a pumpkin for his head, or a pippin for his heart...."
"Wanting the remainder of a fragment of paper on which he found an
amusing story, he asked his French servant for it; La Fleur said he
had wrapped it round the stalks of a bouquet, which he had given to
his _demoiselle_ upon the Boulevards.
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