[Footnote 2: _Ibid._, p. 215.]

In the next passage, however, the humourist gets the better of the
plagiarist, and we are ready to forgive the theft for the happily
comic turn which he gives to it.

Burton:

"Tully was much grieved for his daughter Tulliola's death at first,
until such time that he had confirmed his mind by philosophical precepts;
then he began to triumph over fortune and grief, and for her
reception into heaven to be much more joyed than before he was
troubled for her loss."

Sterne:

"When Tully was bereft of his daughter, at first he laid it to his
heart, he listened to the voice of nature, and modulated his own unto
it. O my Tullia! my daughter! my child!--Still, still, still--'twas O
my Tullia, my Tullia! Me thinks I see my Tullia, I hear my Tullia, I
talk with my Tullia. But as soon as he began to look into the stores
of philosophy, and _consider how many excellent things might be said
upon the occasion_, nobody on earth can conceive, says the great
orator, how happy, how joyful it made me."

"Kingdoms and provinces, cities and towns," continues Burton, "have
their periods, and are consumed." "Kingdoms and provinces, and towns
and cities," exclaims Mr. Shandy, throwing the sentence, like
the "born orator" his son considered him, into the rhetorical