' The Lady Baussiere rode on.[2]"
[Footnote 1: _Tristram Shandy_, vol. v.c. 1.]
[Footnote 2: _Ibid._]
But now compare this passage from the _Anatomy of Melancholy_:
"A poor decayed kinsman of his sets upon him by the way, in all
his jollity, and runs begging, bareheaded, by him, conjuring him by
those former bonds of friendship, alliance, consanguinity, &c., 'uncle,
cousin, brother, father, show some pity for Christ's sake, pity a
sick man, an old man,' &c.; he cares not--ride on: pretend sickness,
inevitable loss of limbs, plead suretyship or shipwreck, fire,
common calamities, show thy wants and imperfections, take God
and all His angels to witness ... put up a supplication to him in
the name of a thousand orphans, an hospital, a spittle, a prison, as
he goes by ... ride on."[1]
[Footnote 1: Burton: _Anat. Mel._, p. 269.]
Hardly a casual coincidence this. But it is yet more unpleasant to
find that the mock philosophic reflections with which Mr. Shandy
consoles himself on Bobby's death, in those delightful chapters on
that event, are not taken, as they profess to be, direct from the
sages of antiquity, but have been conveyed through, and "conveyed"
from, Burton.
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