oth my uncle
Toby to himself.

--There is, continued my father, a certain mien and motion of the body
and all its parts, both in acting and speaking, which argues a man well
within; and I am not at all surprised that Gregory of Nazianzum, upon
observing the hasty and untoward gestures of Julian, should foretel he
would one day become an apostate;--or that St. Ambrose should turn his
Amanuensis out of doors, because of an indecent motion of his head,
which went backwards and forwards like a flail;--or that Democritus
should conceive Protagoras to be a scholar, from seeing him bind up a
faggot, and thrusting, as he did it, the small twigs inwards.--There
are a thousand unnoticed openings, continued my father, which let a
penetrating eye at once into a man's soul; and I maintain it, added he,
that a man of sense does not lay down his hat in coming into a room,--or
take it up in going out of it, but something escapes, which discovers
him.

It is for these reasons, continued my father, that the governor I make
choice of shall neither (Vid. Pellegrina.) lisp, or squint, or wink, or
talk loud, or look fierce, or foolish;--or bite his lips, or grind
his teeth, or speak through his nose, or pick it, or blow it with his
fingers.--He shall neither walk fast,--or slow, or fold his arms,--for
that is laziness;--or hang them down,--for that is folly; or hide them
in his pocket, for that is nonsense.--

He shall neither strike, or pinch, or tickle--or bite, or cut his
nails, or hawk, or spit, or snift, or drum with his feet or fingers in
company;--nor (according to Erasmus) shall he speak to any one in making
water,--nor shall he point to carrion or excrement.--Now this is all
nonsense again, quoth my uncle Toby to himself.--

I will have him, continued my father, cheerful, facete, jovial; at the
same time, prudent, attentive to business, vigilant, acute, argute,
inventive, quick in resolving doubts and speculative questions;--he
shall be wise, and judicious, and learned:--And why not humble, and
moderate, and gentle-tempered, and good? said Yorick:--And why not,
cried my uncle Toby, free, and generous, and bountiful, and brave?--He
shall, my dear Toby, replied my father, getting up and shaking him by
his hand.--Then, brother Shandy, answered my uncle Toby, raising himself
off the chair, and laying down his pipe to take hold of my father's
other hand,--I humbly beg I may recommend poor Le Fever's son to you;--a
tear of joy of the