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 you see, is glorious—and the weapons by which we do it are honourable—We march with them upon our shoulders—We strut with them by our sides—We gild them—We carve them—We in-lay them—We enrich them—Nay, if it be but a scoundril cannon, we cast an ornament upon the breech of it.—

—My uncle Toby laid down his pipe to intercede for a better epithet—and Yorick was rising up to batter the whole hypothesis to pieces

—When Obadiah broke into the middle of the room with a complaint, which cried out for an immediate hearing.

The case was this: