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of my purse ; because, had he stood in The sun looked bright the morning need, thou knowest, Trim, he had been after to every eye in the village but Le as welcome to it as myself.” Your Fevre's and his afflicted son's. The hand honour knows,” said the corporal, “ I had of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids, no orders.” “ True," quoth my uncle and hardly could the wheel at the cistern Toby; “ thou didst very right, Trim, as a turn round its circle, when my uncle Toby, soldier, but certainly very wrong as a who had rose up an hour before his wonted

time, entered the lieutenant's room, and “In the second place, for which, indeed, without preface or apology, sat himself thou hast the same excuse, continued down upon the chair by the bedside ; and my uncle Toby, “when thou offeredst independently of all modes and customs, him whatever was in my house, thou opened the curtain in the manner an old shouldst have offered him my house too. friend and brother-officer would have A sick brother-officer should have the best done it, and asked him how he did-how quarters, Trim ; and if we had him with he had rested in the night-what was his us, we could tend and look to him. Thou complaint-where was his pain—and what art an excellent nurse thyself, Trim ; and he could do to help him. And without what with the care of him, and the old giving him time to answer any one of the woman's and his boy's, and mine together, inquiries, went on and told him of the we might recruit him again at once, and little plan which he had been concerting set him upon his legs. In a fortnight or with the corporal the night before for him. three weeks,” added my uncle Toby, “You shall go home directly," Le Fevre, smiling, “he might march.” “He will said my uncle Toby, “to my house, and never march, an please your honour, in we'll send for a doctor to see what's the this world,” said the corporal. “He will matter ; and we'll have an apothecary, march,” said my uncle Toby, rising up and the corporal shall be your nurse, and from the side of the bed with one shoe I'll be your servant, Le Fevre.” off. "'An please your honour," said the There was a frankness in my uncle corporal, “he will never march, but to Toby-not the effect of familiarity, but his grave.” “He shall march,” cried the cause of it--which let you at once into my uncle Toby, marching the foot which his soul, and showed you the goodness of had a shoe on, though without advancing nature ; to this there was something in his an inch-" he shall march to his regi- looks, and voice, and manner superadded, ment.” “ He cannot stand it," said the which eternally beckoned to the unfortucorporal. “ He shall be supported,” said nate to come and take shelter under him; my uncle Toby. “He'll drop at last," so that before my uncle Toby had half said the corporal ; and what will become finished the kind offers he was making to of his boy ? " “He shall not drop,” said the father, had the son insensibly pressed my uncle Toby firmly.. " A-well-o'-day, up close to his knees, and had taken hold do what we can for him," said Trim, of the breast of his coat, and was pulling maintaining his point, “the poor soul it towards him. The blood and spirits of will die.” “He shall not die, by GM, Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing slow within him, and were retreating to Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery their last citadel, the heart rallied back; with the oath, blushed as he gave it in, the film forsook his eyes for a moment; and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's down, dropped a tear upon the word, and face, then cast a look upon his boy; and blotted it out for ever.

that ligament, fine as it was, was never My uncle Toby went to his bureau; put broken. Nature instantly ebbed again ; his purse into his breeches' pocket; and the film returned to its place; the pulse having ordered the corporal to go early in fluttered-stopped-went on-throbbed the morning for a physician, he went to stopped again-moved-stopped. Shall bed and fell asleep.

I go on? No.- Tristram Shandy.

FIRST PART.

on one side-she was beautiful ; and if MARIA.

ever I felt the full force of an honest heart-ache, it was the moment I saw

her. God help her! poor damsel ! They were the sweetest notes I ever Above a hundred masses, said the postilheard, and I instantly let down the fore- lion, have been said in the several glass to hear them more distinctly. 'Tis parish churches and convents around, Maria, said the postillion, observing I was for her—but without effect. We have listening. Poor Maria, continued he still hopes, as she is still sensible for (leaning his body on one side to let me short intervals, that the Virgin at last see her, for she was in a line betwixt us), will restore her to herself; but her is sitting upon a bank playing her vespers parents, who know her best, are hopeless upon her pipe with her little goat beside upon that score, and think her senses are her. The young fellow uttered this with lost for ever. As the postillion spoke an accent and a look so perfectly in tune this, Maria made a cadence so melanto a feeling heart, that I instantly made choly, so tender and querulous, that I a vow, I would give him a four-and- sprang out of the chaise to help her, and twenty sous piece, when I got to Mou- found myself sitting, betwixt" her and lines. -And who is poor Maria ? said her goat before I relapsed from my enI. The love and pity of all the villages thusiasm. Maria looked wishfully for around us, said the postillion : it is but some time at me, and then at her goatthree years ago, that the sun did not and then at me, and then at her goat shine upon so fair, so quick-witted, and again, and so on, alternately.- -Well, amiable a maid ; and better fate did Maria, said I, softly, What resemblance Maria deserve, than to have her banns do you find ? I do intreat the candid forbid, by the intrigues of the curate of reader to believe me, that it was from the parish who published them. He the humblest conviction of what a beast was going on, when Maria, who had man is, that I asked the question ; and made a short pause, put the pipe to her that I would not have let fallen an unmouth and began the air again : they seasonable pleasantry in the venerable were the same notes ;-yet were ten presence of Misery, to be entitled to all times sweeter. It is the evening service the wit that even Rabelais scattered. to the Virgin, said the young man ; but Adieu, Maria ! — adieu, poor hapless who has taught her to play it, or how damsel !—some time, but not now,

I she came by her pipe, no one knows; may hear thy sorrows from thy own lips we think that Heaven has assisted her in - but I was deceived ; for that moment both; for ever since she has been un- she took her pipe and told me such a tale settled in her mind, it seems her only of woe with it, that I rose up, and with consolation-she has never once had the broken and irregular steps walked softly pipe out of her hand, but plays that to my chaise. service upon it almost night and day. The postillion delivered this with so

SECOND PART. much discretion and natural eloquence, WHEN we had got within half a league that I could not help deciphering some- of Moulines, at a little opening in the thing in his face above his condition, and road leading to a thicket, I discovered should have sifted out his history, had poor Maria, sitting under a poplar. She not poor Maria's taken such full posses- was sitting with her elbow in her lap, sion of me.

We had got up by this and her head leaning on one side, within time almost to the bank where Maria her hand : a small brook ran at the foot was sitting ; she was in a thin white of the tree. I bade the postillion go on jacket, with her hair, all but two tresses, with the chaise to Moulines, and La drawn up into a silk net, with a few Sleur to bespeak my supper, and that I olive leaves twisted a little fantastically would walk after him. She was dressed in white, and much as my friend described alone across the Apennines—had traher, except that her hair hung loose, velled over all Lombardy without money which before was twisted within a silk --and through the Alinty roads of Savoy net. She had superadded likewise to her without shoes—how she had borne it, jacket, a pale green ribband, which fell and how she had got supported, she across her shoulder to the waist ; at the could not tell ; but God tempers the end of which hung her pipe. Her goat wind, said Maria, to the shorn lamb. had been as faithless as her lover; and Shorn indeed ! and to the quick, said I ; she had got a little dog in lieu of him, and wast thou in my own land, where which she had kept tied by a string to I have a cottage, I would take thee to it her girdle. As I looked at her dog, she and shelter thee; thou shouldst eat of drew him towards her with the string: my own bread, and drink of my own Thou shalt not leave me, Sylvio, said cup: I would be kind to thy Sylvio. In she. I looked in Maria's eyes, and saw all thy weaknesses and wanderings I she was thinking more of her father than would seek after thee, and bring thee of her lover or her little goat; for as she back; when the sun went down I would uttered them the tears trickled down her say my prayers, and when I had done cheeks. I sat down close by her, and thou shouldst play thy evening song upon Maria let me wipe them away as they thy pipe, nor would the incense of my fell, with my handkerchief. I then sacrifice be worse accepted for entering steeped it in my own, and then in hers, Heaven along with that of a broken and then in mine ; and then I wiped heart. Nature melted within me, as I hers again—and as I did it, I felt such uttered this; and Maria observing, as undescribable emotions within me, as I took out my handkerchief, that it was I am sure could not be accounted for steeped too much already to be of use, from any combinations of matter and would needs go and wash it in the motion. I am positive I have a soul; stream. And where will you dry it, nor can all the books with which mate- Maria ? said I. I will dry it in my rialists have pestered the world ever con- bosom, said she : it will do me good. vince me of the contrary. When Maria And is your heart still so warm, Maria ? had come a little to herself, I asked her said I. I touched upon the string on if she remembered a pale thin person of which hung all her sorrows-she looked a man, who had sat down betwixt her with wistful disorder for some time in and her goat about two years before ? my face; and then, withont saying any. She said, she was unsettled much at that thing, took her pipe, and played her sertime, but remembered it upon two ac- vice to the Virgin. The string I had counts—that ill as she was the person touched ceased to vibrate—in a moment pitied her : and next, that her goat had or two Maria returned to herself--let her stolen his handkerchief, and she had beat pipe fall—and rose up. And where are him for the theft; she had washed it, she you going, Maria ? said I. She said, to said, in the brook, and kept it ever since Moulines. Let us go, said I, together. in her pocket to restore it to him in case Maria put her arm within mine, and she should ever see him again, which, she lengthening the string, to let the dog foladded, he had half promised her. As low--in that order we entered Moulines. she told me this, she took the handker- Though I hate salutations and greetings chief out of her pocket'to let me see it; in the market-place, yet when we got she had folded it up neatly in a couple into the middle of this, I stopped to take of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril. my last look and last farewell of Maria. On opening it, I saw an S marked in one Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the corners. She had since that, she of the first order of fine forms : affliction told me, strayed as far as Rome, and had touched her looks with something that walked round St. Peter's once, and re- was scarce earthly-still she was feminine turned back : that she found her way |--and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the eye looks from the smallest of them happening to for in woman, that could the traces be get into my shoe.” The beggar had by : ever worn out of her brain, and those of this time come up, and, pulling off a piece Eliza's out of mine, she should not only of hat, asked charity of Harley; the dog eat of my bread and drink of my own began to beg too. It was impossible to cup, but Maria should lie in my bosom, resist both; and, in truth 'the want of and be unto me as a daughter. Adieu, shoes and stockings had made both unpoor luckless maiden !- imbibe the oil necessary, for Harley had destined six. and wine, which the compassion of a pence for him before. The beggar, on stranger, as he journeyeth on his way, now receiving it, poured forth blessings withpours into thy wounds—the Being who out number; and, with a sort of smile on has twice bruised thee can only bind them his countenance, said to Harley, “that if up for ever. -Sentimental Fourney. he wanted his fortune told”. Harley

turned his eye briskly on the beggar: it was an unpromising look for the subject

of a prediction, and silenced the prophet [Henry MACKENZIE. 1745—1831.] immediately “I would much rather HARLEY AND THE BEGGAR.

learn,” said Harley, “what it is in your

power to tell me : your trade must be an In a few hours Harley reached the entertaining one : sit down on this stone, inn where he proposed breakfasting; but and let me know something of your prothe fulness of his heart would not suffer fession; I have often thought of turning him to eat a morsel. He walked out on fortune-teller for a week or two myself.” the road, and gaining a little height, stood “Master,” replied the beggar, “I like gazing on the quarter he had left. He your frankness much; God knows I had looked for his wonted prospect, his fields, the humour of plain-dealing in me from a his woods, and his hills; they were lost child ; but there is no doing with it in in the distant clouds ! He pencilled this world ; we must live as we can, and them on the clouds, and bade them fare- lying is, as you call it, my profession : well with a sigh !

but I was in some sort forced to the trade, He sat down on a large stone to take for I dealt once in telling truth. I was a out a little pebble from his shoe, when he labourer, sir, and gained as much as to saw, at some distance, a beggar approach- make me live : I never laid by indeed; ing him.

He had on a loose sort of for I was reckoned a piece of a wag, and coat, mended with different-coloured rags, your wags, I take it, are seldom rich, amongst which the blue and the russet Mr. Harley.” So,” said Harley, "you were the predominant. He had a short seem to know me.' Ay, there are few knotty stick in his hand, and on the top folks in the country that I don't know of it was stuck a ram's horn; his knees something of; how should I tell fortunes —though he was no pilgrim-had worn else?** True ; but to go on with your the stuff off his breeches ; he wore no story : you were a labourer, you say, and shoes, and his stockings had entirely lost a wag ; your industry, I suppose, you left that part of them which should have with your old trade; but your humour covered his feet and ankles. In his face, you preserve to be of use to you in your however, was the plump appearance of new. good-humour ; he walked a good round “What signifies sadness, sir? a man pace, and a crooked-legged dog trotted at grows lean on't : but I was brought to his heels.

my idleness by degrees; first I could not “Our delicacies,” said Harley to him- work, and it went against my stomach to self, "are fantastic: they are not in nature! work ever after. I was seized with a jailthat beggar walks over the sharpest of fever at the time of the assizes being in these stones barefooted, while I have lost the county where I lived; for I was the most delightful dream in the world always curious to get acquainted with the

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felons, because they are commonly fellows by the way, he can steal too upon occasion of much mirth' and little thought, qualities - I make shift to pick up a livelihood. I had ever an esteem for, In the height My trade, indeed, is none of the honestest; of this fever, Mr. Harley, the house where yet people are not much cheated neither, I lay took fire, and burnt to the ground; who give a few half-pence for a prospect I was carried out in that condition, of happiness, which I have heard some and lay all the rest of my illness in a persons say is all a man can arrive at in barn.

I got the better of my dis- this world. But I must bid you goodease, however, but I was so weak that day, sir ; for I have three miles to walk I spat blood whenever I attempted to before noon, to inform some boardingwork. I had no relation living that I school young ladies whether their husbands knew of, and I never kept a friend above are to be peers of the realm or captains in a week when I was able to joke; I sel. the army; a question which I promised to dom remained above six months in a answer them by that time." parish, so that I might have died before Harley had drawn a shilling from his I had found a settlement in any: thus I pocket ; but Virtue bade him consider on was forced to beg my bread, and a sorry whom he was going to bestow it. Virtue trade I found it, Mr. Harley. I told all held back his arm ; but a milder form, a my misfortunes truly, but they were sel- younger sister of Virtue's, not so severe as dom believed ; and the few who gave me Virtue, nor so serious as Pity, smiled a half-penny as they passed, did it with a upon him; his fingers lost their comshake of the head, and an injunction not pression ; nor did Virtue offer to catch to trouble them with a long story. In the money as it fell. It had no sooner short, I found that people do not care to reached the ground, than the watchful give alms without some security for their cur--a trick he had been taught-snapped money ; a wooden leg or a withered arm it up; and contrary to the most approved is a sort of draught upon Heaven for method of stewardship, delivered it imthose who choose to have their money mediately into the hands of his master. placed to account there ; so I changed my The Man of Feeling. plan, and, instead of telling my own misfortunes, began to prophesy happiness to others. This I found by much the better way: folks will always listen when the [DR. JOHN MOORE. 1729-1802.] talé is their own; and of many who say they do not believe in fortune-telling, I A DUEL; AND WHAT LED have known few on whom it had not a

TO IT. very sensible effect. I pick up the names of their acquaintance; amours and little BUCHANAN filled a bumper, and

gave squabbles are easily gleaned among ser- for the toast, “The Land of Cakes ! vants and neighbours; and indeed people This immediately dispersed the cloud themselves are the best intelligencers in which began to gather on the other's the world for our purpose ; they dare not brow. puzzle us for their own sakes, for every Targe drank the toast with enthusiasm, one is anxious to hear what they wish to saying, May the Almighty pour his believe ; and they who repeat it, to laugh blessings on every hill and valley in it ! at it when they have done, are generally that is the worst wish, Mr. Buchanan, that more serious than their hearers are apt to I shall ever wish to that land." imagine. With a tolerable good memory “It would delight your heart to behold and some share of cunning, with the help the flourishing condition it is now in,” reof walking a-nightsoverheaths and church- plied Buchanan ; "it was fast improving yards, with this, and showing the tricks when I left it, and I have been credibly of that there dog, whom I stole from the informed since that it is now a perfect sergeant of a marching regiment-and, garden.”

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