XXV + 

An eye is for all the world exactly like a cannon, in this respect; That it is not so much the eye or the cannon, in themselves, as it is the carriage of the eyeвБ†вЄЇвБ†and the carriage of the cannon, by which both the one and the other are enabled to do so much execution. I donвАЩt think the comparison a bad one; However, as вАЩtis made and placed at the head of the chapter, as much for use as ornament, all I desire in return is, that whenever I speak of Mrs.¬†WadmanвАЩs eyes (except once in the next period), that you keep it in your fancy. + 

I protest, Madam, said my uncle Toby, I can see nothing whatever in your eye. + 

It is not in the white; said Mrs.¬†Wadman: my uncle Toby lookвАЩd with might and main into the pupilвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

Now of all the eyes which ever were createdвБ†вЄЇвБ†from your own, Madam, up to those of Venus herself, which certainly were as venereal a pair of eyes as ever stood in a headвБ†вЄЇвБ†there never was an eye of them all, so fitted to rob my uncle Toby of his repose, as the very eye, at which he was lookingвБ†вЄЇвБ†it was not, Madam, a rolling eyeвБ†вЄЇвБ†a romping or a wanton oneвБ†вАФnor was it an eye sparklingвБ†вАФpetulant or imperiousвБ†вАФof high claims and terrifying exactions, which would have curdled at once that milk of human nature, of which my uncle Toby was made upвБ†вЄЇвБ†but вАЩtwas an eye full of gentle salutationsвБ†вЄЇвБ†and soft responsesвБ†вЄЇвБ†speakingвБ†вЄЇвБ†not like the trumpet stop of some ill-made organ, in which many an eye I talk to, holds coarse converseвБ†вЄЇвБ†but whispering softвБ†вЄЇвБ†like the last low accent of an expiring saintвБ†вЄЇвАЬHow can you live comfortless, captain Shandy, and alone, without a bosom to lean your head onвБ†вЄЇвБ†or trust your cares to?вАЭ + 

It was an eyeвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

But I shall be in love with it myself, if I say another word about it. + 

вЄЇвБ†It did my uncle TobyвАЩs business. + 