« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs.
Io a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, smiling, he might marchi 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 and 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 wliat 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 few 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 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 tbe night —what was his complaint--where was his pain--and what he could do to help him? And without giving bim 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 un. cle 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 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 his soul, and showed you tho goodness of his nalure ; 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 fin. ished 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 re. treated to their last citadel, the heart, rallied back the film forsook his eyes for a moment, he looked up wish. fully 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 futtered, stopped went on-throbbed stopped again moved - stopped shall I go oni No.
I.-The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
A deep philosopher (whose rules
The Shepherd modestly replid,
The daily labors of the bee,
The hon, who from the chilly air,
From nature, too, I take my rule
Thy fame is just the sage replies ;
H.-Ode to Leven Water;
Devolving from thy parent lake,
Still on thy banks so gaily green,
III.de from the 19th Psalm:
ear they all rejoice,
SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain Where health and plenty cheer'd the lab'ring swain ; Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid, And parting summer's lingʻring blooms delay'd : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease ! Seats of my youth, when every sport could please ! How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene. ! How often have I pausid on every charm ! The shelter'd.cot, the cultivated farnas.