cle Toby-the corporal made his bow.My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe.

Trim! said my uncle Toby, I have a project in my head as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.-Your honour's roquelaure, replied the corporal, has not once been had on, since the night before your honour re ceived your wound, when we mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of St. Nicholas;-and besides it is so cold and rainy a night,that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin. I fear so replied my uncle Tcby: but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim, since the account the landlord has given me.-I wish I had not known so much of this affair,-added my uncle Toby,-or that I had known more of it :-How shall we manage it ?-Leave it, an't please your honour, to me, quoth the corporal! -I'll take my hat and stick, and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.-Thou shalt go, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and here's a shilling for thee to drink with his servant -I shall get it all out of him, said the

corporal, shutting the door.

My uncle Toby filled his second pipe; and had it not been, that he now and then wandered from the point,with considering whether it was not full as well to have the curtain of the tennaile 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 smoaked 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 coporal, of being able to bring back your honour any kind of intelligence concerning the poor sick lieutenant-Is he in the army then? said my uncle Toby-He is,said the corporal-And in what regiment? said my uncle Toby-I'll tell your honor,replied

the corporal, every thing straight forwards, as I learnt it. Then, Trim, I'll fill another pipe, said my uncle Toby, and not interrupt thee till thou hast done; so 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 regiment) he had dismissed the morning after he came. -If I get better, my dear, said he, as he gave his purse to his son to pay the man, we can hire horses from hence -But alas! the poor gentleman will never get from hence said the landlady to me,-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 my father myself, said the youth.Pray let me save you the trouble, young gentleman, said I, taking a fork for the purpose,and offering him my chair to sit down upon by the fire, whilst I did it-I believe, Sir, said he, very modestly, I can please him best myself. I am sure, said 1, his honour will not like the toast the worse for being toasted by an old soldier.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, sounded in his ears like the name of a friend; -I wish I had him here.

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-I never, in the longest march, said the corporal, had so great a mind to 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 good natured 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'st have added my purse too, said my uncle 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 toast; -I warrant you, my dear, said I, as I opened the kitchen-door, your father will be well again.Mr. Yorick's curate was smoaking 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 lieut. had taken his glass of sack and toast he felt himself a little revived, and sent down into the kitchen, to let me know, that in about ten minutes he should be glad if I would step up stairs.I believe, said the landlord, he is going to say his prayers,→→→→for there was a book laid upon the chair by his bed-side, and as I shut the door, I saw his son take up a cushion.

I thought, said the curate, that you gentlemen of the army, Mr. Trim, never said your prayers, at all,-I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night, said the landlady, very devoutly, and with mine own ears, or I could not have believed it.- -Are you sure of it? re

plied the curate.- A soldier, an' please your reverence, said 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, said 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 water ;—or engaged, said I, for months together in long and dangerous marches ;

harrassed perhaps, in his rear to day;-harrassing others to-morrow;--detached here ;-countermanded there;resting this night out upon his arms;beat up in his shirt the next :-benumbed in his joints; -perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on:he must say his prayers how and when he can. I be lieve, said I,-for I was piqu'd, quoth the corporal, for the reputation of the army,- -i believe, an't please your reverence, said I, that when a soldier 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 judg ment, (and not till then)--it will be seen who has done their duties in this world,and who has not; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly--I hope we shall, said Trim-It is in the Scripture, said my uncle Toby, I will show 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 enquired into, whether we have done it in a red coat or a black one :—— -I hope not, said the corporal--But go 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 suppose 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 same 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 bed side;-If you are Captain Shandy's servant, said 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 obligation to him, is one Le Fevre, a lieutenant in Angus's-but he knows me not,―said he, a second time; musing-possibly he may my story-added he, pray tell the captain, I was the ensign at Breda, whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a musket shot, as she lay in my arms in my tent. -I remember the story, an't please your honour, said I, very well-Do you so? said he, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief, then well may I.In saying this he drew a little ring out of his bosom, which seemed tied with a black ribband about his neck, and kissed it twice-Here, Billy, said he,—the boy flew across the room to the bed side,- -and falling down upon his knee, took the ring in his hand, and kissed it too, then kissed his father, and sat down upon the bed and wept.

I wish, said my uncle Toby, with a deep sigh,—I wish, Trim, I was asleep...