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all, corporal, at the day of judgment (and not till then)it will be seen who have done their duties in this world, and who have not; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly. I hope we shall, said Trim-it is in the scripture, said my uncle Toby; and I will show it thee, tomorrow :- 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 governour of the world, that if we have but done our duties in it-it will never be inquired into, whether we have done them in a red coat or a black one :- hope not, said the Corporal. But go on, Trim, said my uncle Toby, with the story.

When I went up, continued the corporal, into the Lieutenant's room, which I did not do till the expiration of the ten minutes, he was laying in his bed, with his head raised upon his hand, his elbows 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 supposed 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 the book a way 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 bedside : If you are Captain Shandy's servant, said he, you must present my thanks to your master, with iny little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy to me;- if he was of Leven's. said the Lieuten. ant. I told him your honour was-then, said he, 1 serveel three campaigns with himn in Flanders, aki remember hiin; 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 obligations to him, is Le Fever, 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 boson, which seemed tied with a black riband about his neck, and kissed it twice-Here, Billy, said hethe 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 dow upon the bed

and wept.

I wish, said my uncle Toby with a deep sigh-1 wish, 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, said my uncle Toby.

I remember, said my uncle Toby, sighing again, the story of the Ensign and his wife, and particularly well, that he as well as she, upon some account or other, (I forget what) was universally pitied by the whole regimeni; but finish the story. 'Tis finished already, said the corporal, for I could stay no longer, so I wished his honour a good night; young Le Fever 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 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 uncle Toby.

Thou has 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 mad'st an offer of my services to Le Fever, as sickness and travelling are both expensive, and thou knewest he was but a poor Lieutenant, with a son to subsist as

s well as himself out of his pay, that thou didst not make lo liim of my purse; because, had he stood in need, thou knowes!, Trim, lie 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 liouse thou shouldst 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

an offer

nurse thyself, Trim; and what with thy care of hin, 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't please your honour, in this world, said the Corporat. He will march, said my uncle Toby, rising up, from the side of the bed, with one shoe off. An't 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. lle shall not die, by in, cried my uncle Toby.

The ACCUSING SPIRIT, which flew up to Heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in: and the RECORDING ANGEL, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out forever.

-My uncle Toby went to his bureau, and put Iris purse into his pocket, and having ordered the Corporal to go 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 Fever's and his afflicted sou's; the band of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids, and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle, when my uncle Toby, who had got up an hour before his wonted time, entered the Lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology, sat himself down upon the chair upon the bed side, and independently of all modes and customs, opened the curtain, in the manner an old friend and brothe. er officer would have done it, and asked him how he did

and how he had rested in the night-what was his com.. plaint where was his pain--and what he could do to: help him ? And without giving him time to answer any one of these inquiries, went on and told him of the little plan which he had heen concerting with the Corporal, the night before for him.

-You shall go home directly, Le Fever, said my uncle Toby, to my house and we'll send for a docior to see what's the inatter-and we'll have an apothecary--and the corporal shall be your nurse and I'll be your servant, Le Fever

There was a frankness in my uncle Toby--not the effect of familiarity, but the cause of it—which let you at once into bis 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 pres. sed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. · The blood and spirit of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, rallied back-the filın forsook his eyes for a moment, he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face -then cast a look upon his boy.

Nature instantly ebb'd again-the film returned to its place the pulse fultered, stopped went on--throbbed -stopped again-moved-stopped-shall I go on? No. SECTION VI.

I.-The Shepherd and the Pphilospher.

REMOTE from cities, liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain. His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage; In summer's heat and winter's cold, He fed his flock and penn'd the fold : His hours in cheerful labour flew, Nor envý nor ambition knew; His wisdom and his honest fame, Through all the country rais’d his name.

A deep philosopher, whose rules
Of imoral life were drawn from schools)
The shepherd's homely cottage sought;
And thus explor'd his reach of thought.
Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil
O’er books consum'd the midnight oil ?
Hast thou old Greece and Rome survey'd,
And the vast sense of Plato weigh'd ?
Hath Socrates thy soul refin'd ?
And hast thou fathom’d. Tully's mind?
Or, like the wise Ulysses thrown,
By various fates on realms unknown?
Hast thou through many cities stray'd,
Their customs, laws and manners weigh'd ?

The shepherd modestly reply'd,
I ne'er the path of learning try'd;
Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts,
To read mankind, their laws and arts;
For man is practis'd in disguise ;
He cheats the most discerning eyes ;
Who by that search shall wiser gioi,
When we ourselves can never know?
The little knowledge I have gain'd,
Was all from simple nature drain'd;

life's maxims took their rise Heuce grew my settled hate to vice.

Hence my

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