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world, that if we have but done our duties in it--it will never be enquired into, whether we have done them in a red coat, or a black one --I 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 expira tion 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 away at the same time. Let it remain there, my dear, said the Lieutenant.

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He did not offer to speak to me, till I had walked up close to his bed side: If you are Captain Shandy's servant, said he, you must present my thanks to your master, with my little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy to me ;-- If he was of Leven's Lieutenant. I told him your honor was he, I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him; but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honor 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 bim, is Le Fever, a Lieutenant in Angus's but he knows me not-said he a second time,musing ;-possi bly he may my story-added he pray tell the Cap tain, 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 honor, said I, very well. Do you so? said he, wiping his eyes with his bandkerchief-then well may 1. In saying this, he drew a little ring out of his bosom, which seemed tied with a black riband about his neck, and kissed it twice.-Here,Billy, said he-the 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 down upon the bed and wept.

I wish, said my uncle Toby with a deep sigh-I wish Trim, I was asleep.

Your honor, replied the corporal, is to much con. cerned; shall I pour your honor 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 regiment; but finish the story. 'Tis finished already, said the corporal, for I could stay no longer, so wished his honor 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 rout 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 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 mad'st an offer of my services to Le Fever, as sickness and travelling are both expensive, and thou newest 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, Trim, he had been as welcome to it as myself. Your honor 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 offeredest him whatever was in my house, thou should 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 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't please your honor, 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't please your honor, 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. He shall not die, by H- -n, 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 his 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 son's; the hand of death passed 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 be fore 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 these enquiries, went on

and told him of the little plan which he had been con certing with the corporal the night before for him.

--You shall go home directly, Le Fever, said my unele Toby, to my house-and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter--and we'll have an apothecaryand the corporal shall be your nurse-and 1'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 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 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 retreated 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.

Nature instantly ebb'd again-the film returned to its place the pulse Auttered, stopped-went on-throbbed stopped again-moved--stopped-shall 1 go on?

No

I-The Shepherd and the Philosopher.

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 winters cold,
He fed his flock and penn'd the fold;
His hours in cheerful labor flew,
Nor envy nor ambition knew ;
His wisdom and his honest fame,
Through all the country, rais'd his name.
A deep philosopher (whose rules
Of moral 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 repli'd,

I ne'er the path of learning tri'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 grow,
When we ourselves can never know?
The little knowledge I have gain'd
Was all from simple nature drain'd ;-
Hence my life's maxims took their rise,
Hence grew my settled hate to vice.
The daily labors of the bee,
Awake my soul to industry.
Who can observe the careful ant,
And not provide for future want?
My dog (the truest of his kind)
With gratitude inflames my miad;
I mark his true. his faithful way,
And in my service copy Tray.
In constancy and nuptial love,
I learn my duty from the dove...

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