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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 forgot what) was universally pitied by the whole regiment ;-but finish the story thou art upon.-—'Tis finished 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 the regiment in Flanders
But alas! said the corporal,--the lieutenant's last ay'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 carrymg on the siege of Dendermond, parallel with the allies, wlio pressed theirs on so vigorously, that they scarce allowed him time to get his dinnerthat 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 gardengate to be bolted up by which he might be said to have turned the siege of Dendermond into a blockade,-be 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 recompense 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, Trim,-in the first place, when thou madest an offer of my services to Le Fevre, -as s'ckness 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, Triin, he had been as welcome to it as myself. Your honour knows, said the corporal, I had no orders ;
-true, quoth my uncle Toby, and 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 shouldst have offered him my house too : -A sick brother offcer should have the best quarters, Trim ; and if we had him with us--we could tend and look to him :--- Thou drt an excellent nurse thyself, Trim, and what with 'thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mise 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 šide of the bed, with one shợe 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 tu his regiment. He cannot stand it, said the corporal. - He shall be supported, said my uncle Toby ;---He'll drop at last, Spli tie corporal, and what will become of his boy ?
A. well-o'day,--do what we can, for him, said Trim, main
taining 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 forever,
My uncle Toby went to bis bureau-put Inis purse into his breeches pocket, and having ordered the corporal to go early in the morning for a physiciane 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 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.
-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 beck. , oned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under
him ; so that before my uncle Toby had half finislied 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, 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 cast 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 pulse flutter'd -stoppid
-went on -throbb'& -stopp'd again.mov'dstoppd shall I ? No.
A FEW hours before Yorick breathed his last, Eugenius stept in with an intent to take his last sight and last farewell 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 ; he 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 ; for my part, continued Eugenius, crying bitterly as he uttered the words,-- declare I know not, Yorick, how to part with thee, and would gladly flatter my hopes, added Eugenius, cheering up his voice, that there is still enough left of thee to make a bishop, and that I may live to see it.-I beseech thee, Eugenius, quoth Yorick, taking off his night-cap as well as he could with his left hand his right still being grasped close in that of Eugenius, -I beseech thee to take a view of
head. I see nothing that ails it, replied Eugenius. Then alas ! my friend, said Yorick, let me tell you, that it is so bruised and mis-shapened with the blows which have been so unhandsomely given me in the dark, that I might say with Sancho Panca, that should I recover, and “ mitres rs thereupon be suffered to rain down from heaven as " thick as hail, not one of them would fit it.” -Yorick's last breath was hanging upon his trembling lips ready to depart as he uttered this ;
-yet still it was uttered with something of a Cervantic tone ;--and as he spoke it, Eugenius could perceive a stream of lambent fire lighted up for a moment in his eyes ;-faint picture of those flashes of his spirit, which (as Shakspeare said of his ancestor) were wont to set the table in a roar !
Eugenius was convinced from this, that the heart of luis friend was broken; he squeezed his hand, and then walked softly out of the room, weeping as he walked. Yorick followed Eugenius with his eyes to the door,-he then closed them,--and never opened them more.
He lies buried in a corner of his church-yard, under a plain marble slab, which his friend Eugenius, by leave o his executors, laid upon his grave, with no more than