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his arms and legs were frozen to icicles, he felt it the glare of the lamp fell upon him, he looked like not; the fatal symptom was upon him; he was a knight-errant mailed in steel. But in one place doomed to die, not of cold, but of scarlet fever! his armour was broken. On his right side was a
At length, he knew not how, more dead than circular spot as largo as the crown of your hat, and alive, he reached the gate of the city. A band of about as black. ill-bred dogs, that were serenading at a corner of "My dear wife,” he exclaimed, with more tenderthe street, seeing the notary dash by, joined in the ness than he had exhibited for years, "reach me a hue and cry, and ran barking and yelping at his chair. My hours are numbered: I am a dead man!" heels. It was now late at night, and only here Alarmed at these exclamations, his wife stripped and there a solitary lamp twinkled from an upper off his overcoat. Something fell from beneath it, storey; but on went the notary, down this street and was dashed to pieces on the hearth—it was the and up that, till at last he reached his own door. notary's pipe. He placed his hand upon his side, There was a light in his wife's bedchamber. The and lo! it was bare to the skin. Coat, waistcoat, and good woman came to the window, alarmed at such linen were burnt through and through, and there a knocking, and clattering, and howling at her door was a blister on his side as large over as your head. so late at night; and the notary was too deeply ab- The mystery was soon explained, symptoms and all. sorbed in his own sorrows to observe that the lamp The notary had put his pipe into his pocket without cast the shadows of two heads on the window cur- knocking out the ashes. And so my story ends. tains. “Let me in! Let me in! Quick! quick!" he cried, almost breathless from terror and fatigue. “Is that all?" asked the radical, when the story
“Who are you that come to disturb a lone teller had finished. woman at this hour of the night?” cried a sharp “That is all." voice from above. "Begone about your business, “Well, what does your story prove?” and let quiet people sleep."
“ That is more than I can tell. All I know is, “Oh! come down and let me in! I am your that the story is true.” husband. Don't you know my voice ? Quick, I
“And did he die P" said the nice little man in beseech you, for I am dying here in the street.” gosling green.
After a few moments of delay, and a few more “Yes, he died afterwards," replied the story. words of parley, the door was opened, and the teller, rather annoyed at the question. notary stalked into his domicile, pale and haggard ' And what did he die of?” continued gosling in aspect, and as stiff and straight as a ghost. green, following him up. “What did he die of!” Cased from head to heel in an armour of ice, as “Why, he died of a sudden !"
My uncle Toby was one evening sitting at supper, , thee,” cried my uncle Toby; "and thou shalt drink when the landlord of a little inn in the village came the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyinto the parlour with an empty phial in his hand, self; and take a couple of bottles with my service, to beg a glass or two of sack. “ 'Tis for a poor and tell him he is heartily welcome to them, and to gentleman, I think of the army," said the landlord, a dozen more, if they will do him good.” "who has been taken ill at my house four days ago, "Though I am persuaded," said my uncle Toby, and has never held up his head since, or had a as the landlord shut the door, “he is a very comdesire to taste anything till just now, that he has a passionate fellow, Trim, yet I cannot help enterfancy for a glass of sack and a thin toast; 'I think,' taining a high opinion of his guest too; there must says he, taking his hand from his forehead, 'it be something more than common in him that in would comfort me.' If I could neither beg, borrow, so short a time he should win so much upon the nor buy such a thing," added the landlord, “I affections of his host." would almost steal it for the poor gentleman, he is “And of his whole family," added the corporal; so ill. I hope in God he will still mend," continued "for they are all concerned for him." he; "we are all of us concerned for him."
“Step after him," said my uncle Toby, “do, "Thou art a good-natured soul, I will answer for Trim, and ask if he knows his name.” 4_VOL. I.
“I have quite forgot it, truly," said the land- It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the lord, coming back into the parlour with the corpo ashes out of his third pipe that Corporal Trim “but I can ask his son again.”
returned from the inn, and gave him the following " Has he a son with him, then p” said my uncle account:Toby.
“I despaired at first," said the corporal, "of "A boy,” replied the landlord, “ of about eleven being able to bring back your honour any kind of or twelve years of age; but the poor creature has intelligence concerning the poor sick lieutenant." tasted almost as little as his father; he does no- “Is he in the army then ? ” said my uncle Toby. thing but mourn and lament for him night and “He is," said the corporal. day. He has not stirred from the bedside these “And in what regiment ? ” said my uncle Toby. two days."
“I'll tell your honour,” replied the corporal, My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and “everything straightforwards as I learned it.” thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord · Then, Trim, I'll fill another pipe," said my gave him the account; and Trim, without being uncle Toby, “and not interrupt thee till thou ordered, took it away, without saying one word, hast done; so sit down at thine ease, Trim, in and in a few minutes after, brought him his pipe the window-seat, and begin thy story again.” and tobacco.
The corporal made his old bow, which generally “Stay in the room a little,” said my uncle Toby. spoke as plain as a bow could speak it—“Your “ Trim," said my uncle Toby, after he had lighted honour is good.” And having done that, he sat his pipe, and smoked about a dozen whiffs. Trim down, as he was ordered, and began the story to came in front of his master, and made his bow. my uncle Toby over again in pretty near the My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished same words : his pipe.
“I despaired at first," said the corporal, "of “ Trim,” said my uncle Toby, “I have a project being able to bring back any intelligence to your in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping my honour about the lieutenant and his son; for self up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit when I asked where his servant was, from whom to this poor gentleman.”
I made myself sure of knowing everything which "Your honour's roquelaure,” replied the corporal, was proper to be asked“has not once been hed on since the night before " That's a right distinction, Trim,” said my Jour honour received your wound, when we uncle Toby. mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of "I was answered, an't please your honour, that St. Nicholas. And besides, it is so cold and rainy he had no servant with him; that he had come to a night, that what with the roquelaure, and what the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your himself unable to proceed (to join, I suppose, the honour your death, and bring on your honour's regiment), he had dismissed the morning after he torment in your groin.”
'If I get better, my dear,' said he, as he “I fear so," replied my uncle Toby; "but I am gave his purse to his son to pay the man, 'we can not at rest in my mind, Trim, since the account hire horses from hence.' 'But, alas! the poor genthe landlord has given me. I wish I had not tleman will never get from hence,' said the land. known so much of this affair,” added my uncle lady to me; 'for I heard the death-watch all night Toby,“ or that I had known more of it. How shall long; and when he dies, the youth, his son, will we manage it P”
certainly die with him; for he is broken-hearted “Leave it, an't please your honour, to me,” quoth already.' the corporal; “I'll take my hat and stick, and go "I was hearing this account,” continued the to the house, and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; corporal, “when the youth came into the kitchen, and I will bring your honour a full account in an to order the thin toast the landlord spoke of. hour."
But I will do it for my father myself,' said the "Thou shalt go, Trim," said my uncle Toby; youth. 'Pray let me save you the trouble, young “and here's a shilling for thee to drink with his gentleman,' said I, taking up a fork for the purservant."
pose, and offering him my chair to sit down upon “I shall get it all out of him," said the corporal, by the fire whilst I did it. 'I believe, sir,' said he, shutting the door.
very modestly, 'I can please him best myself.' My uncle Toby filled his second pipe; and had 'I am sure,' said I, ‘his honour will not like the it not been that he now and then wandered from toast the worse for being toasted by an old soldier.' the point, with considering whether it was not The youth took hold of my hand, and instantly full as well to have the curtain of the tenaille a burst into tears." straight line as a crooked one, he might be said to “Poor youth!” said my uncle Toby; "he has have thought of nothing else but poor Le Ferre been bred up from an infant in the army; and and his boy the whole time he smoked it.
the name of a soldier, Trim, sounded in his ears
THE STORY OF LE FEVRE.
like the name of a friend. I wish I had him next; benumbed in his joints; perhaps without here."
straw in his tent to kneel on; he must say ki3 “I never, in the longest march," said the cor- prayers how and when he can. I believe,' said I, for poral,“ had so great a mind to my dinner, as II was piqued,” quoth the corporal, “for the repuhad to cry with him for company. What could be tation of the army—'I believe, an't please your the matter with me, an't please your honour?” reverence,' said I, 'that when a soldier gets time
“Nothing in the world, Trim," said my uncle to pray, he prays as heartily as a parson, though Toby, blowing his nose; “but that thou art a not with all his fun and hypocrisy.' good-natured fellow."
" Thou shouldst not have said that, Trim," said “When I gave him the toast,” continued the my uncle Toby; " for God only knows who is a corporal, “I thought it was proper to tell him I hypocrite and who is not. At the great and was Captain Shandy's servant, and that your general review of us all, corporal—at the day of honour, though a stranger, was extremely concerned judgment, and not till then-it will be seen who for his father; and that, if there was anything in have done their duty in this world and who your house or cellar”—“And thou mightst have have not, and we shall be advanced, Trim, acadded my purse, too," said my uncle Toby—"he cordingly." was heartily welcome to it. He made a very low I hope we shall,” said Trim. bow, which was meant to your honour; but no "It is in the Scripture,” said my uncle Toby; answer, for his heart was full; so he went upstairs" and I will show it thee to-morrow. In the meanwith the toast.
time, we may depend upon it, Trim, for our com"I warrant you, my dear,' said I, as I opened fort,” said my uncle Toby, “that God Almighty is the kitchen door, ‘your father will be well again.' so good and just a governor of the world, that if Mr. Yorick's curate 'was smoking a pipe by the we have but done our duty in it, it will never be kitchen fire, but said not a word, good or bad, to inquired into whether we have done it in a red comfort the youth. I thought it wrong," added coat or a black one." the corporal.
"I hope not,” said the corporal. “I think so, too,” said my uncle Toby.
“But go on, Trim,” said my uncle Toby, "with “When the lieutenant had taken his glass of sack thy story.” and toast, he felt himself a little revived, and sent “When I went up," continued the corporal, "into down into the kitchen to let me know that in about the lieutenant's room, which I did not do till the ten minutes he should be glad if I would step up. expiration of the ten minutes, he was lying in stairs.
his bed with his head raised upon his hand, his “I believe,' said the landlord, 'he is going to elbow upon the pillow, and a clean white cambric say his prayers, for there was a book laid upon the handkerchief beside it. The youth was just stoopchair by his bedside; and as I shut the door I saw ing down to take up the cushion, upon which I his son take up a cushion.'
supposed he had been kneeling; the book was “I thought,' said the curate, that you gentle- laid upon the bed; and, as he arose, in taking up men of the army, Mr. Trim, never said your the cushion with one hand, he reached out his prayers at all.'
other to take it away at the same time. “*I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers “Let it remain there, my dear,' said the lieulast night,' said the landlady, ‘very devoutly, and tenant. with my own ears, or I could not have believed it.' “He did not offer to speak to me till I had
". Are you sure of it?' replied the curate. walked up close to his bedside.
". A soldier, an't please your reverence,' said I, "If you are Captain Shandy's servant,' said 'prays as often of his own accord as a parson; he, ‘you must present my thanks to your master, and when he is fighting for his king, and for his with my little boy's thanks along with them, for own life, and for his honour, too, he has the most his courtesy to me. If he was of Leven's,' said reason to pray to God of any one in the whole the lieutenant.
I told him your
honour was. “ 'Twas well said of thee, Trim," said my uncle Then,' said he, 'I served three campaigns Toby.
with him in Flanders, and remember him; but 'tis “But when a soldier,' said I, 'an't please your most likely, as I had not the honour of any acreverence, has been standing for twelve hours quaintance with him, that he knows nothing of together in the trenches up to his knees in cold You will tell him, however, that the person water, or engaged,' said I, 'for months together in his good nature has laid under obligation to him long and dangerous marches; harassed, perhaps, is one Le Fevre, a lieutenant in Angus's. But he in his rear to-day; harassing others to-morrow; knows me not,' said he, a second time, musing. detached here; countermanded there; resting this 'Possibly he may my story,' added he. 'Pray tell night out upon his arms; beat up in his shirt the the captain I was the ensign at Breda, whose wife
was most unfortunately killed with a musket shot “He will never march, an't please your honour, as she lay in my arms in my tent.'
in this world,” said the corporal. “I remember the story, an't please your honour,' “He will march,” said my uncle Toby, rising up said I, ‘very well.'
from the side of the bed, with one shoe off. “Do you so ?' said he, wiping his eyes with his "An' please your honour,” said the corporal, handkerchief; "then well may
"he will never march but to his grave.” “In saying this he drew a little ring out of his “He shall march,” cried my uncle Toby, marchbosom, which seemed tied with a black ribanding the foot which had one shoe on, though withabout his neck, and kissed it twice.
out advancing an inch,—" he shall march to his “Here, Billy,' said he.
regiment !” “The boy flew across the room to the bedside, “He cannot stand it,” said the corporal. and, falling down upon his knee, took the ring in “He shall be supported," said my uncle his hand, and kissed it too; then kissed his Toby. father, and sat down upon the bed and wept." "He'll drop at last,” said the corporal; "and
" I wish,” said my uncle Toby, with a deep sigh, what will become of his boy ?” “I wish, Trim, I was asleep.”
“He shall not drop," said my uncle Toby, “Your honour,” replied the corporal, “is too firmly. much concerned. Shall I pour your honour out a "Ah, well-a-day! do what we can for him," said glass of sack to your pipe ?”
Trim, maintaining his point, “the poor soul will “Do, Trim," said my uncle Toby. “But finish die." the story thou art upon."
“He shall not die, by -" cried my uncle “ 'T'is finished already,” said the corporal, "for Toby. I could stay no longer; so wished his honour a The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's good night. Young Le Fevre rose from off the chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs, and, and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, as we went down together, told me they had come dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out from Ireland, and were on their route to join the for ever. regiment in Flanders. But, alas !” said the cor- My uncle Toby went to his bureau ; put his poral, “the lieutenant's last day's march is over.” purse into his breeches pocket; and having “Then what is to become of his poor boy?" ordered the corporal to go early in the morning uncle Toby.
for a physician, he went to bed and fell aslcep.
The sun looked bright the morning after to “Thou hast left this matter short,” said my every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his uncle Toby to the corporal, as he was putting him afflicted son's. The hand of Death pressed heavy 'to bed; "and I will tell thee in what, Trim. In upon his eyelids, and hardly could the wheel at the first place, when thou madest an offer of my the cistern turn round its circle, when my uncle services to Le Fevre--as sickness and travelling Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted are both expensive, and thou knowest he was but time, entered the lieutenant's room, and without a poor lieutenant, with a son to subsist as well as preface or apology, sat himself down upon the himself out of his pay-that thou didst not make chair by the bedside; and, independently of all an offer to him of my purse; because, had he stood modes and customs, opened the curtain in the in need, thou knowest, Trim, he had been as wel- manner an old friend and brother officer would come to it as myself.”
have done it, and asked him how he did-how he "Your honour knows,” said the corporal, “I had rested in the night—what was his complainthad no orders."
where was his pain-and what he could do to help “True!” quoth my uncle Toby; "thou didst him. And without giving him time to answer very right, Trim, as a soldier, but certainly very any one of the inquiries, he went on and told him wrong as a man. In the second place, for which of the little plan which he had been concerting indeed thou hast the same excuse,” continued my with the corporal the night before for him. uncle Toby, "when thou offeredst him whatever "You shall go home directly, Le Fevre," said was in my house, thou shouldst have offered him my uncle Toby, “to my house, and we'll have an my house too. A sick brother-officer should have apothecary, and the corporal shall be your nurse, the best quarters, Trim; and if we had him with us, and I'll be your servant, Le Feyre.” we could tend and look to him. Thou art an ex
* There was a frankness
in my uncle Toby–not cellent nurse thyself, Trim; and what with the care the effect of familiarity, but the cause of it—which of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and let you at once into his soul, and showed you the mine together, we might recruit him at once, and goodness of his nature; to this there was someset him on his legs. In a fortnight or three weeks,” thing in his looks, and voice, and manner superadded my uncle Toby, smiling," he might march.” | added, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate