at once, and
set him upon his legs.--

--In a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, smiling,--he might
march.--He will never march; an' please your honour, 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' please your honour, 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
advanceing an 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 what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining
his point,--the poor soul will die:--He shall not die, by G.., cried my
uncle Toby.

--The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath,
blush'd as he gave it in;--and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down,
dropp'd a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.

Chapter 3.LII.

--My uncle Toby went to his bureau,--put his purse into his breeches
pocket, and having ordered the corporal to go early in the morning for a
physician,--he went to bed, and fell asleep.

Chapter 3.LIII.

The Story of Le Fever Continued.

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 pressed heavy upon
his eye-lids,--and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its
circle,--when my uncle Toby, who had rose 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 the night,--what was his complaint,--where was his
pain,--and what he could do to help him:--and without giving him time
to answer any one of the enquiries, went on, and told him of the little
plan which he had been concerting with the corporal the night before for
him.--

--You shall go home directly, Le Fever, said my uncle Toby, to my
house,--and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter,--and we'll
have an apothecary,--and the corporal shall be your nurse;--and I'll be
your servant, Le Fever.

There was a fr