Tho' the shock my uncle Toby received the year after the demolition of Dunkirk, in his affair with widow Wadman, had fixed him in a resolution never more to think of the ***--or of aught which belonged to it;--yet corporal Trim had made no such bargain with himself. Indeed in my uncle Toby's case there was a strange and unaccountable concurrence of circumstances, which insensibly drew him in, to lay siege to that fair and strong citadel.--In Trim's case there was a concurrence of nothing in the world, but of him and Bridget in the kitchen;--though in truth, the love and veneration he bore his master was such, and so fond was he of imitating him in all he did, that had my uncle Toby employed his time and genius in tagging of points--I am persuaded the honest corporal would have laid down his arms, and followed his example with pleasure. When therefore my uncle Toby sat down before the mistress--corporal Trim incontinently took ground before the maid.
Now, my dear friend Garrick, whom I have so much cause to esteem and honour--(why, or wherefore, 'tis no matter)--can it escape your penetration--I defy it--that so many play-wrights, and opificers of chit-chat have ever since been working upon Trim's and my uncle Toby's pattern.--I care not what Aristotle, or Pacuvius, or Bossu, or Ricaboni say--(though I never read one of them)--there is not a greater difference between a single-horse chair and madam Pompadour's vis-a-vis; than betwixt a single amour, and an amour thus nobly doubled, and going upon all four, prancing throughout a grand drama--Sir, a ******, single, silly affair of that kind--is quite lost in five acts--but that is neither here nor there.
After a series of attacks and repulses in a course of nine months on my uncle Toby's quarter, a most minute account of every particular of which shall be given in its proper place, my uncle Toby, honest man! found it necessary to draw off his forces and raise the siege somewhat indignantly.
Corporal Trim, as I said, had made no such bargain either with himself--or with any one else--the fidelity however of his heart not suffering him to go into a house which his master had forsaken with disgust--he contented himself with turning his part of the siege into a blockade;--that is, he kept others off;--for though he never after went to the house, yet he never met Bridget in the village, but he would either nod or wink, or smile, or look kindly at her--or (as circumstances directed) he would shake her by the hand--or ask her lovingly how she did--or would give her a ribbon--and now-and-then, though never but when it could be done with decorum, would give Bridget a. . .--Precisely in this situation, did these things stand for five years; that is from the demolition of Dunkirk in the year 13, to the latter end of my uncle Toby's campaign in the year 18, which was about six or seven weeks before the time I'm speaking of.--When Trim, as his custom was, after he had put my uncle Toby to bed, going down one moon-shiny night to see that every thing was right at his fortifications--in the lane separated from the bowling-green with flowering shrubs and holly--he espied his Bridget.