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off:--An't please your honour, faid 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, faid the Corporal :-He shall be fupported, 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-a'day--do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,---the poor soul will die. He shall not die, by Goo, cried my uncle Toby.
-The ACCUSING SPIRIT, which few up to Hear ven'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
-My uncle Tuby 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 press'd heavy on 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, fat himself down upon the chair by the bed-fide, and independently of all modes and customs, opened the curtain in the masiner 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 paing
- and what he could do to help him? - and without giving him time to answer any one of the in-quiries, went on and told him of the little plan which he had been concerting with the Corporal the night before for him.
-You shall go home direchy, Le Fevre, faid my uncle Toby, to my house, and we'll send for a doctor to fee 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 effeet of familiarity, but the cause of it, which let you at once into his foul, and thewed 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 to take thelter under him; fo that before my uncle Toły had half finifhed the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son infenfibly 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 Fou'l, which were waxing cold, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart,-rallied back: the film forfook his eyes for a moment; he looked up willfully in my uncle Toby's face, then caft a look upon his boy, and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken.
LE FEVRE, said
TOBY, to my
You shall go home direetti,
Anche "houwe:-(ano well send for aDoctor tó ure
wható the matter the l'orporil ball be your nurse, and I'll be your Servant, LE FEVRE. Published as the Act directs, for 6. Koarsley, in Fleet Street, Mar W.17.03.
Nature instantly ebb'd again, the film returned to its place the pulse futtered--topp’d--went on -throbb'd-stopp'd again-moved topp'--fhall E go on-No.
All that is necessary to be added, is as follows
That my uncle Toby, with young. Le Fevie in his hand, attended the poor Lieutenant, as chief mourners,
to his grave.
When my uncle Toby had turned erery thing into money, and settled all accounts betwixt the agent of the regiment and Le Fevre, and betwixt Le Fevre and all mankind, there remained nothing more in my uncle Toby's hands, than: an old regimental coat and a fword; so that my uncle Toby found little opposition from the world in taking administration. The coat my uncle Toby gave the Corporal-Wear it, Trim, said my uncle Toby, as long as it will hold together, for the fake of the poor Lieutenant-And this, faid my uncle: Toby, taking up the sword in his hand, and drawing it outof the scabbard as he spoke--and this, L: Fevre, I'll fave for thee-'tis all the fortune, my dear Le Fevre, which God has left thee; bit if he has given thee a heart to fight thy way with it in the world, and thou doest it like a man of honour,- 'tis enough for us.
As foon as my uncle Toby had laid a foundation, he sent him to a public school, where, except Whitfuntide and Christmas, at which times the Corporat was pun&tually dispatched for him,-he remained to the spring of the year, seventeen; when the stories of the Emperor's sending his army into Hungary