As the point was that night agreed, or rather determined, that my mother should lye-in of me in the country, she took her measures accordingly; for which purpose, when she was three days, or thereabouts, gone with child, she began to cast her eyes upon the midwife, whom you have so often heard me mention; and before the week was well got round, as the famous Dr.
Manningham was not to be had, she had come to a final determination in her mind,--notwithstanding there was a scientific operator within so near a call as eight miles of us, and who, moreover, had expressly wrote a five shillings book upon the subject of midwifery, in which he had exposed, not only the blunders of the sisterhood itself,--but had likewise super-added many curious improvements for the quicker extraction of the foetus in cross births, and some other cases of danger, which belay us in getting into the world; notwithstanding all this, my mother, I say, was absolutely determined to trust her life, and mine with it, into no soul's hand but this old woman's only.--Now this I like;--when we cannot get at the very thing we wish--never to take up with the next best in degree to it:--no;that's pitiful beyond description;--it is no more than a week from this very day, in which I am now writing this book for the edification of the world;--which is March 9, 1759,--that my dear, dear Jenny, observing Ilooked a little grave, as she stood cheapening a silk of five-and-twenty shillings a yard,--told the mercer, she was sorry she had given him so much trouble;--and immediately went and bought herself a yard-wide stuff of ten-pence a yard.--'Tis the duplication of one and the same greatness of soul;only what lessened the honour of it, somewhat, in my mother's case, was, that she could not heroine it into so violent and hazardous an extreme, as one in her situation might have wished, because the old midwife had really some little claim to be depended upon,--as much, at least, as success could give her; having, in the course of her practice of near twenty years in the parish, brought every mother's son of them into the world without any one slip or accident which could fairly be laid to her account.
These facts, tho' they had their weight, yet did not altogether satisfy some few scruples and uneasinesses which hung upon my father's spirits in relation to this choice.--To say nothing of the natural workings of humanity and justice--or of the yearnings of parental and connubial love, all which prompted him to leave as little to hazard as possible in a case of this kind;--he felt himself concerned in a particular manner, that all should go right in the present case;--from the accumulated sorrow he lay open to, should any evil betide his wife and child in lying-in at Shandy-Hall.--He knew the world judged by events, and would add to his afflictions in such a misfortune, by loading him with the whole blame of it.--'Alas o'day;--had Mrs Shandy, poor gentlewoman! had but her wish in going up to town just to lye-in and come down again;--which they say, she begged and prayed for upon her bare knees,--and which, in my opinion, considering the fortune which Mr Shandy got with her,--was no such mighty matter to have complied with, the lady and her babe might both of them have been alive at this hour.'
This exclamation, my father knew, was unanswerable;--and yet, it was not merely to shelter himself,--nor was it altogether for the care of his offspring and wife that he seemed so extremely anxious about this point;--my father had extensive views of things,--and stood moreover, as he thought, deeply concerned in it for the publick good, from the dread he entertained of the bad uses an ill-fated instance might be put to.
He was very sensible that all political writers upon the subject had unanimously agreed and lamented, from the beginning of Queen Elizabeth's reign down to his own time, that the current of men and money towards the metropolis, upon one frivolous errand or another,--set in so strong,--as to become dangerous to our civil rights,--though, by the bye,--a current was not the image he took most delight in,--a distemper was here his favourite metaphor, and he would run it down into a perfect allegory, by maintaining it was identically the same in the body national as in the body natural, where the blood and spirits were driven up into the head faster than they could find their ways down;--a stoppage of circulation must ensue, which was death in both cases.
There was little danger, he would say, of losing our liberties by French politicks or French invasions;--nor was he so much in pain of a consumption from the mass of corrupted matter and ulcerated humours in our constitution, which he hoped was not so bad as it was imagined;--but he verily feared, that in some violent push, we should go off, all at once, in a state-apoplexy;--and then he would say, The Lord have mercy upon us all.
My father was never able to give the history of this distemper,--without the remedy along with it.
