My A..e, quoth my uncle Toby, is much better--brother Shandy--My father had
formed great expectations from his Asse in this onset; and would have
brought him on again; but doctor Slop setting up an intemperate laugh--and
my mother crying out L... bless us!--it drove my father's Asse off the
field--and the laugh then becoming general--there was no bringing him back
to the charge[???], for some time--
And so the discourse went on without him.