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uncle Toby. No, replied Dr. Slop,—he would have an old house over his head. Pray is the Inquisition an ancient building, answered my uncle Toby, or is it a modern one?—I know nothing of architecture, replied Dr. Slop.—An' please your Honours, quoth Trim, the Inquisition is the vilest—Pri'thee spare thy description, Trim, I hate the very name of it, said my father.—No matter for that, answered Dr. Slop,— it has its uses; for tho' I'm no great advocate for it, yet in such a case as this, he would soon be taught better manners; and I can tell him, if he went on at that rate, would be flung into the Inquisition for his pains. God help him then, quoth my uncle Toby. Amen, added Trim; for, Heaven above knows, I have a poor brother who has been fourteen years a captive in it.—I never heard one word of it before, saidmy
