eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids; and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle-when my uncle Toby, who had risen up an hour before his wonted time, entered the Lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology sat himself down upon the chair by the bed-side, and independently of all modes and customs, opened the curtain in the manner an old friend and brother-officer would have done it; and asked him how he did,— how he had rested in the night,-what was his complaint, where was his pain,-and what he could do to help him; and without giving him time to answer any one of these inquiries, went on, and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the Corporal the night before for him. "You shall go home directly, Le Fevre," said my uncle Toby, "to my house, and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter:-and we'll have an apothecary; and the Corporal shall be your nurse; —and I'll be your servant Le Fevre.” There was a frankness in my uncle Toby, not the effect of familiarity,-but the cause of it,-which let you at once into his soul, and shewed you the goodness of his nature. To this, there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him; so that, before my uncle Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to his father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him.-The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which was waxing cold and slow within him, and were retiring to their last citadel, the heart,-rallied back,-the film forsook his eyes for a moment; he looked up wistfully in my uncle Toby's face; then cast a look upon his boy,-and that ligament, fine as it was-was never broken! Nature instantly ebb'd again; the film returned to its place;-the pulse fluttered;-stopped ;-went on,-throbbed,-stopped again;-moved, stopped.Shall I go on?-No. L. STERNE. HOME OR CLASS WORK. Learn the spellings and meanings at the top of the page; and write sentences containing these words. THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Sardians--people of Sardis | mart-exchange itching-covetous; greedy corruption-bribery offices-benefits; favours make condition-lay down terms testy-illnatured legion-Roman regiment have wronged me, doth appear in You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella, BRU. You wronged yourself to write in such a cause. To underservers. CAS. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this; BRU. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, BRU. Remember March, the Ides of March re member! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? CAS. Brutus, bait not me, I'll not endure it; you forget yourself, BRU. Go to: you are not, Cassius. BRU. I say, you are not. CAS. Urge me no more, I shall forget myselfHave mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. BRU. Away, slight man! CAS. Is't possible? BRU. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? CAS. O Gods! ye Gods! must I endure all this? BRU. All this! ay, more. heart break; Fret till your proud Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? by the Gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you: for, from this day forth, CAS. Is it come to this? BRU. You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, For mine own part, And it shall please me well. I shall be glad to learn of noble men. CAS. You wrong me every way you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier; not a better. Did I say, better ? BRU. If you did, I care not. CAS. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. BRU. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. CAS. I durst not! BRU. No. CAS. What? durst not tempt him? BRU. For your life you durst not. should be sorry for. CAS. Do not presume too much upon my love; To you for gold to pay my legions, me, |