Toby's paternal kindness;--he parted from my uncle Toby,
as the best of sons from the best of fathers--both dropped tears--and as
my uncle Toby gave him his last kiss, he slipped sixty guineas, tied up
in an old purse of his father's, in which was his mother's ring, into
his hand,--and bid God bless him.

Chapter 3.LVI.

Le Fever got up to the Imperial army just time enough to try what metal
his sword was made of, at the defeat of the Turks before Belgrade; but
a series of unmerited mischances had pursued him from that moment,
and trod close upon his heels for four years together after; he had
withstood these buffetings to the last, till sickness overtook him at
Marseilles, from whence he wrote my uncle Toby word, he had lost his
time, his services, his health, and, in short, every thing but his
sword;--and was waiting for the first ship to return back to him.

As this letter came to hand about six weeks before Susannah's accident,
Le Fever was hourly expected; and was uppermost in my uncle Toby's mind
all the time my father was giving him and Yorick a description of what
kind of a person he would chuse for a preceptor to me: but as my uncle
Toby thought my father at first somewhat fanciful in the accomplishments
he required, he forbore mentioning Le Fever's name,--till the character,
by Yorick's inter-position, ending unexpectedly, in one, who should be
gentle-tempered, and generous, and good, it impressed the image of
Le Fever, and his interest, upon my uncle Toby so forcibly, he rose
instantly off his chair; and laying down his pipe, in order to take hold
of both my father's hands--I beg, brother Shandy, said my uncle Toby,
I may recommend poor Le Fever's son to you--I beseech you do, added
Yorick--He has a good heart, said my uncle Toby--And a brave one too,
an' please your honour, said the corporal.

--The best hearts, Trim, are ever the bravest, replied my uncle
Toby.--And the greatest cowards, an' please your honour, in our
regiment, were the greatest rascals in it.--There was serjeant Kumber,
and ensign--

--We'll talk of them, said my father, another time.

Chapter 3.LVII.

What a jovial and a merry world would this be, may it please your
worships, but for that inextricable labyrinth of debts, cares, woes,
want, grief, discontent, melancholy, large jointures, impositions, and
lies!

Doctor Slop, like a son of a w..., as my father called him for it,--to
exalt himself,--debased me to death,--an