bleed, to confider, continued the Corporal, (ftanding perpendicularly), how low many a brave and upright fellow has been laid fince that time !And truft me, Sujy, added the Corporal, turning to Sufannah, whofe eyes were fwimming in water, before that time comes round again,— many a bright eye will be dim.-Sufannah placed it to the right fide of the page-she wept-but fhe curt'fied too. Are we not, continued Trim, looking ftill at Sufannah,-are we not like a flower of the field-a tear of pride ftole in betwixt every two tears of humiliation-elfe no tongue could have defcribed Sufannah's affliction -is not all flesh grafs ?-Tis clay,-'tis dirt.They all look'd directly at the fcullion,-the fcullion, had just been fcouring a fifh-kettleIt was not fair.—

-What is the fineft face that ever man looked at !-I could hear Trim talk fo for ever, cried Sufannah,-what is it! (Sufannah laid her hand upon Trim's fhoulder)-but corruption?-Sufannah took it off.

-Now I love you for this-and 'tis this delicious mixture within you, which makes you

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dear creatures what you are--and he who hates you for it all I can fay of the matter isThat he has either a pumpkin for his head-or a pippen for his heart,and whenever he is dif fected 'twill be found fo.

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For my own part, I declare it, that out of doors, I value not death at all: -not this added the Corporal, fnapping his fingers, but with an air which no one but the Corporal could have given to the sentiment.-in battle, I value death not this and let him not take me cowardly, like poor Foe Gibbins, in fcouring his gun.What is he? A pull of a trigger-a push of a bayonet an inch this way or that makes the difference. Look along the line-to the right -fee! Jack's down! well,'tis worth a regiment of horse to him.-No-'tis Dick, Then Jack's no worfe. Never mind which, we pafs on,-in hot purfuit the wound itfelf which brings him is not felt,-the best way is to stand up to him, the man who flies, is in ten times more danger than the man who marches up into his jaws. I've look'd him, added the Corporal, an hundred times in the face,and know what he is-He's nothing, Obadiah, at all in the field. -But he's very frightful in a houfe, quoth Oba

diah. I never mind it myself, faid Jonathan, upon a coach-box.

I pity my mistress.-She will never get the better of it, cried Sufannah.-Now I pity the Captain the moft of any one in the family, anfwered Trim.-Madam will get ease of heart in weeping, and the Squire in talking about it,but my poor mafter will keep it all in filence to himself.—I fhall hear him sigh in his bed for a whole month together, as he did for Lieutenant Le Fever.

An' please your honour, do not figh fo piteously, I would fay to him as I laid befide him. I cannot help it, Trim, my master would fay, 'tis fo melancholy an accident. I cannot get it off my heart.-Your honour fears not death yourself. I hope, Trim, I fear nothing, he would fay, but the doing a wrong thing.Well, he would add, whatever betides, I will take care of Le Fever's boy. And with that, like a quicting draught, his honour would fall asleep.

I like to hear Trim's ftories about the Captain, faid Sufannah.-He is a kindly-hearted gentleman, faid Obadiah, as ever lived.-Aye, and as brave a one too, faid the Corporal, as ever

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stept before a platoon. There never was a better officer in the king's army,—or a better man in God's world; for he would march up to the mouth of a cannon, though he faw the lighted match at the very touch-hole,—and yet, for all that, he has a heart as foft as a child for other people. He would not hurt a chicken.-I would fooner, quoth Jonathan, drive fuch a gentleman for feven pounds. a year-than fome for eight.-Thank thee, Jonathan! for thy twenty fhillings, as much, Jonathan, faid the Corporal, fhaking him by the hand, as if thou hadst put the money into my own pocket.-I would ferve him to the day of my death out of love. He is a friend and a brother to me, and could I be fure my poor brother Tom was dead,—continued the Corporal, taking out his handkerchief,— was I worth ten thousand pounds, I would leave every fhilling of it to the Captain.-Trim could not refrain from tears at this testamentary proof he gave of his affection to his master.-The whole kitchen was affected.

TRIS. SHANDY, VOL. III. C. 7.

MR. SHANDY'S RESIGNATION

FOR THE

LOSS OF HIS SON.

PHILOSOPHY has a fine saying for every

thing-For Death it has an entire fet.

"'Tis an inevitable chance-the first statute "in Magna Chartait is an everlasting act "of parliament-All muft die.

"Monarchs and princes dance in the fame ring with us."

"To die, is the great debt and tribute due "unto nature: tombs and monuments, which "should perpetuate our memories, pay it them"felves; and the proudeft pyramid of them all, "which wealth and fcience have erected, has "loft its apex, and ftands obtruncated in the "traveller's horizon.-Kingdoms and provin

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ces, and towns and cities, have they not their

"periods?