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I REMEMBER, faid my uncle Toby, fighing again, the ftory of the enfign and his wife, with a circumstance his modefty omitted; and particularly well that he, as well, as fhe, upon fome account or other, (I forget what) was univerfally pitied by the whole regiment;—but finish the story thou art upon :-'Tis finish'd already, faid the corporal, for I could ftay no longer,fo wifhed his honour a good night; young Le Fevre rose from off the bed, and faw me to the bottom of the ftairs; and as we went down together, told me they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join the regiment in FlandersBut alas! faid the corporal,—the lieutenant's last day's march is over. -Then what is to become of his poor

boy cried my uncle Toby.

Ir was to my uncle Toby's eternal honour,————though I tell it only for the fake of thofe, who, when cooped in betwixt a natural and a positive law, know not for their fouls, which way in the world to turn themselves-That notwithstanding my uncle Toby was warmly engaged at that time in carrying on the fiege of Dendermond, parallel with the Allies, who preffed theirs on fo vigorously, that they scarce allowed him time to get his dinner-that nevertheless he gave up Dendermond, though he had already made a lodgment upon the counterfcarp; and bent his whole thoughts towards the private distresses at the inn: and except that he ordered the garden-gate to be bolted up, by which he might be said to have turned the fiege of Dendermond into a blockade- -he left Dendermond to itfelf,- -to be relieved or not by the French king, as the French king thought good; and only confidered how he himself fhould relieve the poor lieutenant and his son.

-THAT kind Being, who is a friend to the friendlefs, fhall recompense thee for this.

THOU haft left this matter fhort, faid my uncle Toby to the corporal, as he was putting him to bed, and I will teil thee in what, Trim,In the first place; when thou madeft an offer of my services to Le Fevre,

-as ficknefs and travelling are both expenfive, and thou knoweft he was but a poor lieutenant, with a fon to fubfift as well as himself, out of his pay,that thou didst not make an offer to him of my purfe; because, had he ftood in need, thou knoweft, Trim, he had been as welcome to it as myself. Your honour knows, faid the corporal, I had no orders;

True, quoth my uncle Toby,-Thou didst very right, Trim, as a foldier,—but certainly very wrong as a man.

In the second place, for which, indeed, thou haft the fame excufe, continued my uncle Toby,when thou offeredst him whatever was in my house,-thou shouldft have offeredst him my house too :- -A fick brother-officer fhould have the beft quarters, Trim; and if we had him with us,-we could tend and look to him :-Thou art an excellent nurse, thyself, Trim,—and what with thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs.

-IN a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, fmiling he might march-He will never march, an’ please your honour, in this world, faid the corporal :He will march; faid my uncle Toby, rifing up from the fide of the bed, with one shoe off: -An' please your honour, faid the corporal, he will never march but to his grave:He fhall march, cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a fhoe on, though without advancing an inch,he fhall march to his regiment.He cannot ftand it, faid the corporal. -He fhall be fupported, faid my uncle Toby ;- -He'll drop at last,

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faid the corporal, and what will become of his boy?He shall not drop, faid my uncle Toby, firmly.-A-wello'day! ————do what we can for him, faid Trim, maintaining his point, the poor foul will die :- -He fhall not die

by G, cried my uncle Toby.

-The ACCUSING SPIRIT which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blufh'd as he gave it in-and the RECORDING ANGEL as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.

-My uncle Toby went to his bureau,-put his purse into his breeches pocket, and having ordered the corporal to go early in the morning for a physician, he went to bed and fell asleep.

THE fun looked bright the morning after, to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted fon's; the hand of Death, preffed heavy upon his eye-lids,—and hardly could the wheel at the ciftern turn round its circle,when my uncle Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted time, entered the lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology, fat himself down upon the chair, by the bedfide, and independently, of all modes and cuftoms, 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 the inquiries, went on and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for him.——————————

-You fhall go home directly, Le Fevre, faid my uncle Toby, to my houfe,and we'll fend for a doctor to fee what's the matter,- -and we'll have an apothecary, and the corporal fhall be your nurfe ;-and I'll be your fervant, Le Fevre.

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-not the ef

THERE was a franknefs in my uncle Toby,fect of familiarity,-but the cause of it,-which let you at once into his foul, and fhewed you the goodness of his nature; to this, there was fomething in his looks, and voice, and manner, fuperadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come to take fhelter under him; fo that before my uncle Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the fon infenfibly preffed up clofe to his knees, and had taken hold of the breaft of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. The blood and fpirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and flow within him, and were retreating to their laft citadel, the heart rallied back, the film forfook his eyes for a moment; he looked up wifhfully in my uncle Toby's face,— then caft a look on his boy,and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken.

NATURE inftantly ebb'd again,the film returned to its place- the pulfe fluttered-stopp'd

-went on

stopped again-moved-ftopp'd

throbb'd

fhall I go on --No.

STERNE.

CHA P. II.

YORICK'S DEATH.

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A FEW hours before Yorick breathed his laft, Eugenius

ftept in with an intent to take his last fight and last farewell of him. Upon his drawing Yorick's curtain, and afking how he felt himself, Yorick looking up in his face, took hold of his hand,- -and after thanking him for the

many

many tokens of his friendship to him, for which he faid, if it was their fate to meet hereafter, he would thank him again and again; he told him, he was within a few hours of giving his enemies the flip for ever. I hope not, anfwered Eugenius, with tears trickling down his cheeks, and with the tendereft tone that ever man fpoke,-I hope not, Yorick, faid he.Yorick replied, with a look up, and gentle fqueeze of Eugenius's hand,--and that was all,but it cut Eugenius to the heart.- -Come, come, Yorick,

quoth Eugenius, wiping his eyes, and fummoning up the man within him,my dear lad, be comforted,-let not all thy fpirits and fortitude forfake thee at this crisis when thou most wanteft them;who knows what resources are in ftore, and what the power of God may yet do for thee? -Yorick laid his hand upon his heart, and gently fhook his head; for my part, continued Eugenius, crying bitterly as he uttered the words,I declare I know not, Yorick, how to part with thee, and would gladly flatter my hopes, added Eugenius, cheering up his voice, that there is fill enough left of thee to make a bishop,-and that I may live to see it. I beseech thee, Eugenius, quoth Yorick, taking off his night cap as well as he could with his left hand- his right ftill being grafped close in that of

Eugenius,

I beseech thee, to take a view of my head.-I fee nothing that ails it, replied Eugenius. Then alas! my friend, faid Yorick, let me tell you that it is fo bruised and mif-fhapened with the blows which have been so unhandfomely given me in the dark, that I might say with Sancho Pancha, that should I recover, and "mitres thereupon be fuffered to rain down from heaven as thick as hail, not one of them would fit it."- -Yorick's lat breath was hanging upon his trembling lips ready to depart

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