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My uncle Toby filled his second pipe; and had it not been, that he now and then wandered from the point, with confidering whether it was not full as well to have the curtain of the tennailé a straight line, as a crooked one,-he might be said to have thought of nothing else but poor Le Fevre and his boy the whole time he smoked it.
It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave
him the following account. I DESPAIRED at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back
honour aný kind of intelligence concernpoor
fick lieutenant-Is he in the army then said my uncle Toby-He is; said the corporal-And in what regiment? faid my uncle Toby-I'll tell your honour, replied the corporal, every thing straight forwards, as I learnt it Then, Trim, I'll fill another pipe, faid my uncle Toby, and not interrupt thee till thou hast done; fo sit down at thy ease, Trim, in the window-seat, and begin thy story again. The corporal made his old bow, which generally spoke as plain as a bow could speak it — “ Your honour is good:" -And having done that, he sat down, as he was ordered, and begun the story to my uncle Toby over again in pretty near the same words.
I DESPAIRED at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back any intelligence to your honour about the lieutenant and his son! for when I asked where his servant was, from whom I made myself sure of knowing every thing which was proper to be asked–That's a right distinction, Trim, said my uncle Toby~I was answered, an' please your honour, that he had no servant with him ; - that he had come to the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding himself unable to proceed, (to join, I suppose, the regi
ment) he had dismissed the morning after he came.--If I
for I heard the death-watch all night long; and when he dies, the youth, his son, will certainly die with him; for he is broken-hearted already,
I was hearing this account, continued the corporal, when the youth came into the kitchen, to order the thin toast the landlord spoke of; but I will do it for father
myself, said the youth.Pray let me save you the trouble, young gentleman, said I, taking up a fork for the purpose, and offering him my chair to sit down upon by the fire, whilft I did it.--I believe, Sir, said he, very modestly, I can please him beft myself. -I am sure, said I, his honour will not like the toast the worse for being toasted by an old foldier. The youth took hold of my hand, and instantly burst into tears. Poor youth! said my uncle Toby, he has been bred up from an infant in the army, and the name of a soldier, Trim, founded in his ears like the name of a friend,
I wish I had him here.
I never, in the longest march, said the corporal, had so great a mind for my dinner, as I had to cry with him for company :
-What could be the matter with me, an' .please your honour ? Nothing in the world, Trim, said my
uncle Toby, blowing his nose, but that thou art a goodnatured fellow.
When I gave him the toast, continued the corporal, I thought it was proper to tell him I was captain Shandy's servant, and that your honour (though a stranger) was extremely concerned for his father : And that if there was any thing in your house or cellar-(And thou might'At have 3
added, my purse too, faid-my unele Toby) he was heartily - welcome to it. He made a very low bow, (which was meant to your honour) but no answer for his heart was full so he went up, stairs with the toaltzI warrant you, my dear, said I, as I opened the kitchen-door, your father will be well again: Mr. Yorick's curate was-fmoking a · pipe by the kitchen fire, but said not a word good or bad to comfort the youth.--I thought it was wrong, added the corporal I think so too, said my uncle Toby.
When the lieutenant had taken his glass of fack and toast, he felt himself a little revived, and fent down into the kitchen, to let me know, that in about ten minutes he should be glad if I would step up fairs. I believe, said the landlord, he is going to say his prayers, for there was a book laid
upon the chair by his bedfide, and as I shut the door, I saw his fon take up cushion.
I THOUGHT, said the curate, that you gentlemen of the army,
, Mr. Trim, i never faid your prayers at all.-I heard the poor gentleman fay his prayers last night, said the landlady, very devoutly, and with my own ears, or I could not have believed it. Are you sure of it i replied the curate.-- A foldier, an' please your reverence, faid I, prays as often (of his own accord) as a parson; and when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour too, he has the most reason to pray to God of any one in the whole world.'Twas well said of thee, Trim,-faid my uncle Toby...But when a soldier, said I, an' please your reverence, has been standing for twelve hours together in the trenches, up to his knees in cold waterror engaged, faid I, for months together in long and dangerous marches;-haraffed perhaps in his rear to-day ;-haraffing others to-morrow ;-detached here; countermanded there; 3
-resting this night out upon his arms;-beat up in his thirt the next;- benumbed in his joints ;-perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on ;-must say his prayers how and when he can.- I believe, said I,- for I was piqu’d, quoth the corporal, for the reputation of the army, I believe, an' please your rev'rence, said I, that when a foldier gets time to pray, -he prays as heartily as a parson-though not with all his fuss and hypocrisy-Thou should'st not have said that, Trim, said my uncle Toby,--for God only knows who is a hypocrite, and who is not :-At the great and general review of us all, corporal, at the day of judgment, (and not till then)-it will be seen who has done their duties in this world, and who haas not; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly.--I hope we shall, said Trim.It is in the Scripture, said my uncle Toby; and I will thew it thee to-morrow :- In the mean time, we may depend upon it, Trim, for our comfort, said my uncle Toby, that God Almighty is so good and just a governor of the world, that if we have but done our duties in it, it will never be inquired into, whether we have done them in a red coat or a black one: -I hope not, said the corporal.on, Trim, said my uncle Toby, with thy story.
When I went up, continued the corporal, into the lieu-. tenant's room, which I did not do till the expiration of the ten minutes—he was lying in his bed with his head raised upon his hand, with his elbow upon the pillow, and a clean white cambric handkerchief beside it:
-The youth was just stooping down to take up the cushion, upon which I fupposed he had been kneeling-the book was laid upon the bed, and as he rose, in taking up the cushion with one hand, he reached out his other to take it away at the
fame time. -Let it remain there, my dear, said the lieutenant.
He did not offer to speak to me, till I had walked up close to his bedside :- If you are Captain Shandy's servant, faid he, you must present my thanks to your master, with my little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy-to me; if he was of Leven's--said the lieutenant -I told him your honour was Then, said he, I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him ;but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honour of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me.You will tell him, however, that the person his good nature has laid under obligations to him, is one Le Fevre, a lieutenant in Angus's-but he knows me not,-faid he, a second time, musing; posibly he may my storyadded he-Pray tell the captain, I was the ensign at Breda, whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a mukketthot, as she lay in my arms in my tent.--I remember the ftory, an' please your honour, said I, very well.Do you so? said he, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief, -then well may I.-In faying this, he drew a little ring out of his bosom, which seemed tied with a black riband about his neck, and kissed it twice-Here, Billy, faid he,the boy flew across the, room to the bedfide,-and falling down upon his knee, took the ring in his hand, and kissed it 100,--then kissed his father, and sat down upon the bed and wept.
I wish, faid my uncle Toby, with a deep figh, I wish, Trim, I was asleep.
Your honour, replied the corporal, is too much concerned : -shall I pour your honour out a glass of sack to your pipe ?-Do, Trim, said my uncle Toby.