ieutenant Le Fever. An' please your honour, do not sigh
so piteously, I would say to him as I laid besides him. I cannot help
it, Trim, my master would say,--'tis so melancholy an accident--I cannot
get it off my heart.--Your honour fears not death yourself.--I hope,
Trim, I fear nothing, he would say, 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 quieting draught, his honour would fall asleep.

I like to hear Trim's stories about the captain, said Susannah.--He is
a kindly-hearted gentleman, said Obadiah, as ever lived.--Aye, and
as brave a one too, said the corporal, as ever 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 saw the lighted match at the very touch-hole,--and
yet, for all that, he has a heart as soft as a child for other
people.--He would not hurt a chicken.--I would sooner, quoth Jonathan,
drive such a gentleman for seven pounds a year--than some for
eight.--Thank thee, Jonathan! for thy twenty shillings,--as much,
Jonathan, said the corporal, shaking him by the hand, as if thou hadst
put the money into my own pocket.--I would serve him to the day of my
death out of love. He is a friend and a brother to me,--and could I be
sure my poor brother Tom was dead,--continued the corporal, taking out
his handkerchief,--was I worth ten thousand pounds, I would leave every
shilling 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.--Do tell us the story of the poor
lieutenant, said Susannah.--With all my heart, answered the corporal.

Susannah, the cook, Jonathan, Obadiah, and corporal Trim, formed a
circle about the fire; and as soon as the scullion had shut the kitchen
door,--the corporal begun.

Chapter 3.XI.

I am a Turk if I had not as much forgot my mother, as if Nature had
plaistered me up, and set me down naked upon the banks of the river
Nile, without one.--Your most obedient servant, Madam--I've cost you a
great deal of trouble,--I wish it may answer;--but you have left a crack
in my back,--and here's a great piece fallen off here before,--and what
must I do with this foot?--I shall never reach England with it.

For my own part, I never wonder at any thing;--and so often has my
judgment deceiv