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WAS it Makay's regiment, quoth my uncle Toby, where the poor grenadier was so unmercifully whipp'd at Bruges about the ducats. -- O Christ ! he was innocent ! cried Trim with a deep sigh. ---- And he was whipp'd, may it please your honour, almost to death's door 4 |
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door. -- They had better have shot him outright, as he begg'd, and he had gone directly to heaven, for he was as innocent as your honour. ---- I thank thee, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby. I never think of his, continued Trim, and my poor bro- ther Tom's misfortunes, for we were all three school-fellows, but I cry like a coward. -- Tears are no proof of cowar- dice, Trim. -- I drop them oft-times my- self, cried my uncle Toby. -- I know your honour does, replied Trim, and so am not ashamed of it myself. -- But to think, may it please your honour, continued Trim, a tear stealing into the corner of his eye as he spoke -- to think of two vir- tuous lads with hearts as warm in their bodies, and as honest as God could make them -- the children of honest people, going forth with gallant spirits to seek their fortunes in the world -- and fall into VOL. IV. G such |
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such evils ! -- poor Tom ! to be tortured upon a rack for nothing -- but marrying a Jew's widow who sold sausages -- honest Dick Johnson's soul to be scourged out of his body, for the ducats another man put into his knapsack ! -- O ! -- these are mis- fortunes, cried Trim, pulling out his handkerchief -- these are misfortunes, may it please your honour, worth lying down and crying over. -- My father could not help blushing. -- 'Twould be a pity, Trim quoth my uncle Toby, thou shouldst ever feel sorrow of thy own -- thou feelest it so tenderly for others. -- Alack -o-day, replied the corporal, brightening up his face -- your honour knows I have neither wife or child ---- I can have no sorrows in this world. -- My father could not help smiling. -- As |
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As few as any man, Trim, replied my uncle Toby ; nor can I see how a fellow of thy light heart can suffer, but from the distress of poverty in thy old age -- when thou art passed all services, Trim, -- and hast out-lived thy friends -- An'please your honour, never fear, replied Trim chearily -- But I would have thee never fear, Trim, replied my uncle ; and there- fore, continued my uncle Toby, throwing down his crutch, and getting up upon his legs as he uttered the word there- fore -- in recompence, Trim, of thy long fidelity to me, and that goodness of thy heart I have had such proofs of -- whilst thy master is worth a shilling -- thou shalt never ask elsewhere, Trim, for a penny. Trim attempted to thank my uncle Toby, -- but had not power -- tears trickled down his cheeks faster than he could wipe them off -- He laid his hands upon G 2 his |
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his breast -- made a bow to the ground, and shut the door. -- I have left Trim my bowling-green, cried my uncle Toby -- My father smiled -- I have left him moreover a pension, continued my uncle Toby -- My father looked grave. |
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