293 and kissed it twice. Here, Billy, said he, -- the boy flew across the room to the bedside, and falling down upon his knees, 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 Trini, 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.

I remember, said my uncle Toby, sighing again, the story of the ensign and his wife with a circumstance his modesty omitted; and particularly well that he, as well as she, upon some account or other, I forget what, was universally pitied by the whole regiment: but finish the story thou art upon. "Tis finish'd already said the corporal, for I could stay no longer, so wished his honour a good night young Le Fevre rose from off the bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs ; aud as we went down together, told me they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join the regiment in Flanders. But alas ! said the corporal, the lieutenant's last day's march is over. Then what is to become of his poor boy! cried my oncle Toby.

It was to my uncle Toby's eternal honour-though I tell it only for the sake of those, who, when cooped in betwixt a natural and positive law, know not for their souls which way in the world to turn themselves: That notwithstanding my uncle Toby was warmly engaged at that time in carrying on the siege of Dendermond, parallel with the allies, who pressed their's on so vigorously, that they scarce al

Book viij. lowed him time to get his dinner--that nevertheless he gave up Dendermond, though he had already made a lodgment upon the counterscarp, 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 siege of Dendermond into a blockade,--he left Dendermond to itself, to be relieved or not by the French king, as the French king thought good; and only considered how he himself should relieve the poor lieutenant and his son.

-That kind Being, who is a friend to the friendless, shall recompence thee for this.

Thou hast left this matter short, said my uncle Toby to the corporal, as he was putting him to bed, and I will tell thee in what, Trini. In the first place, when thou madest an offer of my services to Le Fevre, as sickness and travelling are both expensive, and thou knowest he was, but a poor lieutenant, with a son to subsist as well as himself, out of his pay, that thou didst not make an offer to him of my purse; because, had he stood in need, thou knowest, Trim, he had been as welcome to it as myself. Your honour knows, said the corporal, I had no orders,--True, quoth my uncle Toby, thou didst very right, Trim, as a soldier,-but certainly very wrong as a man.

In the second place, for which, indeed, thou hast the same excuse, continued my uncle Toby,--when thou offeredst him whatever was in my house--thou should'st have offered him my house too --A sick brother officer should have the best quarters, Trim; and if we had him with us, we could tend and look to him: --Thou art an excellent nurse thyself, Trim;

295 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, smiling,--he might march.--He will never march, an' please your honour, in this world, said the corporal.--He will march; said my uncle Toby, rising up from the side of the bed with one shoe off:--An' please your honour, said the corporal, he will never march but to his grave ;--He shall march, cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch he shall march to his regiment. -- He cannot stand it, said the corporal.--He shall be supported, said my uncle Toby; -- He'll drop at last, said the corporal, and what will become of his boy? He shall not drop, said my uncle Toby, firmly.--A well-o'day, do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point, the poor soul will die :--He shall not die, by G--d; cried my uncle Toby.

The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blush'd as he gave it in--and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropp'd 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 sun look'd bright the morning after to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eye-lids,--and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle,--when my N4

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Book viij. uncle Toby, who had rose 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 the enquiries, went on and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for him.

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--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 showed 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 the 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, whichwere waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart, rallied back,--the film forsook his eyes for a moment, he looked up wishfully

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 ebbed again,--the film returned to its place--the pulse flutter'd--stopp'd --went on--throbb'd--stopp'd again--mov’d-stopp'd--shall I go on--No.

CHA P. I I.

Yorick's Death.

STERNE.

A few hours before Yorik breath'd his last, Eugenius stept in with an intent to take his last sight and last farewel of him. Upon his drawing Yorick's curtain, and asking how he felt himself, Yorick looking up in his face, took hold of his hand,--and, after thanking him for the many tokens of his friendship to him, for which, he said, if it was their fate to meet hereafter, he would thank him again and again ; be told him, he was within a few hours of giving his enemies the slip for ever.--I hope not, answered Eugenius, with tears trickling down his cheeks, and with the tenderest tone that ever man spoke, --I hope not, Yorick, said he.--Yorick replied, with a look up, and gentle squeeze of Eugenius's hand--and that was all, but it cut Eugenius to the heart.--Come, come, Yorick, quoth Eugenius, wiping his eyes, and summoning up the man within him, my dear lad, be comforted, let not all thy spirits and fortitude forsake thee at this crisis, when thou. most wantest them ;--who knows what resources are in store, and what the power of God may yet do for thee ?--Yorick laid his hand upon his heart, and gently shook his head. ;