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I wish, faid my uncle Toby, with a deep sigh,-1 with, 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, faid 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; and as we went down together; told me they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join their 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 uncle 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 a 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 fiege of Dendermond, parallel with the allies, who pressed theirs on so 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 counterscarp, and bent his whole thoughts towards the private distresses at the inn; and, except that he ordered the garden- ate 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 fon. . I 2
· That kind Being, who is a friend to the friendless, shall recompense thee for this.
Thou halt 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, Trim. In the first place, when thou madeft an offer of my services to Le Feyre,
as sickness and travelling are both expensive, and thou knoweft he was but a poor lieutenant, with a son to fubfift 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 didft very right, Trim, as a soldier, but certainly very wrong as a man,
In the second place, for which, indeed, thou hast the fame excuse, continued my uncle Toby, when thou offeredft him whateyer was in my house, -thou shouldst have offered him my house too :- A lick 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, -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 fhoe '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 fhoe 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, faid my uncle Toby, firmly. A-wello'day,--do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,-~The poor soul will die :--He shall not die, by GM, 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 togo early in the morning for a physician,he went to bed and fell asleep.
The sun looked bright the morning after, to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's; the hand of death prefsed heavy upon his eye-lids,-and hardly could the wheel at the cistern 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, 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 his enquiries, went on, and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for
Thent to bed Carly in Bocket, anahis bure
-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, fuperadded, 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 preffed 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 were 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 çalț 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 pulfe flutter'd- stopp'd went on throbb'd stopp'd again --mov'd--topp'd
shall I go on?-No.
IN treating of the moral duties which apply to differ
I ent relations of life, men of humanity and feeling have not omitted those which are due from masters to servants. Nothing, indeed, can be more natural than the attachment and regard to which the faithful fervices of our domestics are entitled ; the connection grows up, like all the other family charities, in early life, and is only extinguished by thofe corruption's which blunt the others, by pride, by folly, by diffipation, or by vice.
I hold it indeed as the sure sign of a mind not poised as it ought to be, if it be insensible to the pleasures of home, to the little joys and endearments of a family, to the affections of relations, to the fidelity of domestics. Next to being well with his own conscience, the friendfhip and attachment of a man's family and dependents