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I wish, said iny uncle Toby, with a deep sigh, I 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 ensigu 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 uponi.

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 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.

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 siege 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 toward the private distresses at the inn; and except that he ordered the garden gate 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 sickness and travel

ling are both expensive, and thou knowest he was but a poor lieutenant, with a son to subsist as well as himself out of bis 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 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 bim my

house too: -a sick brother orficer 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 shoe off : -An' please your lionour, said the corporal, he will never march but to his grave :-He shall march, cried my uncle Toby, marching the fout 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, firmlya

-Ah welladay, do what we can for bim, said Trim, maintaining 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 for ever.

My uncle Toby 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-be 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 eyelids, and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round it's 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, inde. pendently 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 inquiries, 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 coce 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 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 pressed up close to his knees, and liad 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,a--the film forsook his eyes for a moment,- he looked up wistfully in my uncle Toby's face--ther 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 it's place the pulse flutter'd -stopp'd -went on throbb'd -stopp'd again movidstopp'd shall I go on? -No.




A few hours before Yorick breatlı’d his last, Eugenius stepped in with an intent to take his last sight and last farewell of him. Upon bis 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,- 1 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 Eugenias, 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 beart, and gently shook his head ;-For my part, continued Eugenius, crying bitterly as he uttered the words.--I 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 theė, Eugenius, quoth Yorick, taking off his nightcap as well as he could with his left hand

his right being still grasped close in that of Eugenius,

I beseech thee to take a view of my head. - I see nothing that ails it, replied Eugenius. Then, alas! my friend, said Yorick, let me tell you, that it is su bruised and misshapened with the blows which have been so unhandsomely given me in the dark, that I might say with Saucho Pancha, that should I recover, and “ mitres thereupon be “ suffered to rain down from Heaven as thick as hail, agt “ 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 tc, set the table in a roar!

Eugenius was convinced from this, that the heart of his 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 opeued them more.

He lies buried in a corner of his churchyard, under a plain marble slab, which his friend Eugenius, by leave of his executors, laid upon his grave, with no more than these three words of inscription ; serving both for his epitaph and elegy:

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Ten times a day has Yorick's ghost the consolation to hear his inonumental inscription read over with such a variety of plaintive tones, as denote a general pity and esteem for him : -a footway crossing the churchyard close by his grave, not a passenger goes by without stopping to cast a look on it,--and sighing, as he walks on, Alas! poor YORICK!




of a poor

Pity the sorrows


Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span,
O give relief! and Heav'n will bless your store.
These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak,
These boary locks prociaiin my lengthen'd years;,
And many å furrow in my grief-worn cheek
Has been the channel to a flood of tears.

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