body, and returned weeping back to Troy without it, you know, brother, I could not eat my dinner. -Did that bespeak me cruel? Or, because, brother Shandy, my blood flew out into the camp, and my heart panted for war,-was it a proof it could not ache for the distresses of war too? O brother! 'tis one thing for a soldier to gather laurels, and 'tis another to scatter cypress. -Tis one thing, brother Shandy, for a soldier to hazard his own life-to leap first down into the trench, where he is sure to be cut in pieces :-"Tis one thing, from public spirit and a thirst of glory, to enter the breach the first man,-to stand in the foremost rank, and march bravely on with drums and trumpets, and colours flying about his ears :— 'tis one thing, I say, brother Shandy, to do this; -and 'tis another thing to reflect on the miseries of war, to view the desolations of whole countries, and consider the intolerable fatigues and hardships which the soldier himself, the instrument who works them, is forced (for sixpence a-day, if he can get it) to undergo. Need I be told, dear Yorick, as I was by you, in Le Fevre's funeral sermon, That so soft and gentle a creature, born to love mercy and kindness, as man is, was not shaped for this? But why did you not add, Yorick,-if not by NATURE,-that he is so by NECESSITY?-For what is war? what is it, Yorick, when fought as ours has been, upon principles of Liberty, and upon principles of Honour-what is it, but the getting together of quiet and harmless people, with their swords in their hands, to keep the ambitious and the tur bulent within bounds! And Heaven is my witness, brother Shandy, that the pleasure I have taken in these things,—and that infinite delight, in particular, which has attended my sieges in my bowling-green, has rose within me, and I hope in the Corporal too, from the consciousness we both had, that in carrying them on, we were answering the great end of our creation. T. SHANDY. THE DANCE. IT was in the road betwixt Nismes and Lunel, where there is the best Muscatto wine in all France, and which, by-the-by, belongs to the honest canons of MONTPELLIER,-and foul befal the man who has drank it at their table, who grudges them a drop of it. -my mule -The sun was set-they had done their work, the nymphs had tied up their hair afresh-and the swains were preparing for a carousalmade a dead point- Tis the fife and tabourin, said I-I'm frightened to death, quoth he――They are running at the ring of pleasure, said I, giving him a prick-by saint Boogar, and all the saints at the backside of the door of purgatory, said he— (making the same resolution with the abbesse of Andouillets) I'll not go a step further-Tis very well, Sir, said I—I never will argue a point with one of your family as long as I live; so leaping off his back, and kicking off one boot into this ditch, and t'other into that-I'll take a dance, said I-so stay you here. A sun-burnt daughter of labour rose up from the group to meet me, as I advanced towards them; her hair, which was a dark chesnut, approaching rather to a black, was tied up in a knot, all but a single tress. We want a cavalier, said she, holding out both her hands, as if to offer them-And a cavalier ye shall have, said I, taking hold of both of them. Hadst thou, Nannette, been array'd like a duchesse! -But that cursed slit in thy petticoat! We could not have done without you, said she, letting go one hand, with self-taught politeness, leading me up with the other. A lame youth, whom Apollo had recompensed with a pipe, and to which he had added a tabourin of his own accord, ran sweetly over the prelude, as he sat upon the bank-Tie me up this tress instantly, said Nannette, putting a piece of string into my hand-It taught me to forget I was a stranger-The whole knot fell down--We had been seven years acquainted. The youth struck the note upon the tabourin— his pipe followed, and off we bounded-'the deuce take that slit!' The sister of the youth, who had stolen her voice from heaven, sung alternately with her brother'twas a Gascoigne roundelay. VIVA LA JOIA! FIDON LA TRISTESSA! The nymphs joined in unison, and their swains an octave below them I would have given a crown to have it sew'd up —Nannette would not have given a sous—Viva la joia! was in her lips-Viva la joia! was in her eyes. A transient spark of amity shot across the space betwixt us-She look'd amiable!-Why could I not live, and end my days thus! Just Disposer of our joys and sorrows, cried I, why could not a man sit down in the lap of content here— and dance, and sing, and say his prayers, and go to heaven with this nut-brown maid? Capriciously did she bend her head on one side, and dance up insidious -Then 'tis time to dance off, quoth I! so changing only partners and tunes, I danced it away from Lunel to Montpellier-from thence to Pescnas, Beziers-I danced it along through Narbonne, Carcasson, and Castle Naudairy, till at last I danced myself into Perdrillo's pavilion. T. SHANDY. THE BEGUINE. I MUST here inform you, that this servant of my uncle Toby's, who went by the name of Trim, had been a Corporal in my uncle's own company,-his real name was James Butler,-but having got the nick-name of Trim in the regiment, my uncle Toby, unless when he happened to be very angry with him, would never call him by any other name. The poor fellow had been disabled for the service, by a wound on his left knee by a musket bullet at the battle of Landen, which was two years before the affair of Namur;-and as the fellow was well-beloved in the regiment, and a handy fellow into the bargain, my uncle Toby took him for his servant; and of an excellent use was he, attending my uncle Toby in the camp and in his quarters, as a valet, groom, barber, cook, sempster, and nurse; and indeed, from first to last, waited upon him and served him with great fidelity and affection. My uncle Toby loved the man in return, and what attached him more to him still, was the similitude of their knowledge- -For Corporal Trim (for so, for the future, I shall call him), by four years occasional attention to his master's discourse upon fortified towns, and the advantage of prying and peeping continually into his master's plans, &c. exclusive and besides what he gained HOBBYHORSICALLY, as a body servant, Non Hobby- Horsical per se ;- -had become no mean proficient in the science; and was thought, by the cook and chambermaid, to know as much of the nature of strong holds as my uncle Toby himself. I have but one more stroke to give to finish Corporal Trim's character,——and it is the only dark line in it. The fellow loved to advise,--or rather to hear himself talk; his carriage, however, was so perfectly respectful, 'twas easy to keep him silent when you had him so; but set his tongue a-going, -you had no hold of him-he was voluble ;-the eternal interlardings of your Honour, with the respectfulness of Corporal Trim's manner, interceding so strong in behalf of his elocution,-that though you might have been incommoded, -you could not well be angry. My uncle Toby was seldom either the one or the other with hizi,-or, at |