e matter is--That he has either a pumpkin for his
head--or a pippin for his heart,--and whenever he is dissected 'twill be
found so.

Chapter 3.X.

Whether Susannah, by taking her hand too suddenly from off the
corporal's shoulder (by the whisking about of her passions)--broke a
little the chain of his reflexions--

Or whether the corporal began to be suspicious, he had got into the
doctor's quarters, and was talking more like the chaplain than himself--

Or whether...Or whether--for in all such cases a man of invention and
parts may with pleasure fill a couple of pages with suppositions--which
of all these was the cause, let the curious physiologist, or the curious
any body determine--'tis certain, at least, the corporal went on thus
with his harangue.

For my own part, I declare it, that out of doors, I value not death at
all:--not this...added the corporal, snapping 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 Joe Gibbins, in scouring 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--see! Jack's down!
well,--'tis worth a regiment of horse to him.--No--'tis Dick. Then
Jack's no worse.--Never mind which,--we pass on,--in hot pursuit the
wound itself 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 house, quoth
Obadiah.--I never mind it myself, said Jonathan, upon a coach-box.--It
must, in my opinion, be most natural in bed, replied Susannah.--And
could I escape him by creeping into the worst calf's skin that ever
was made into a knapsack, I would do it there--said Trim--but that is
nature.

--Nature is nature, said Jonathan.--And that is the reason, cried
Susannah, I so much pity my mistress.--She will never get the better of
it.--Now I pity the captain the most of any one in the family, answered
Trim.--Madam will get ease of heart in weeping,--and the Squire in
talking about it,--but my poor master will keep it all in silence to
himself.--I shall hear him sigh in his bed for a whole month together,
as he did for l