-The ACCUSING SPIRIT which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blufh'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.

--M

CHAP. IX.

Y 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 phyfician,-he went to bed, and fell asleep.

CHAP.

CHAP. X.

The Story of LE FEVER concluded.

TH

HE fun looked bright the morning after, to every eye in the village but Le Fever's and his afflicted fon's; the hand of death prefs'd heavy upon his eye-lids, and hardly could the wheel at the ciftern turn round its circle, -when my uncle Toby, who had rofe up an hour before his wonted time, entered the lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology, fat himself down upon the chair by the bed-fide, and independantly of all modes and cuftoms, opened the curtain in the manner an old friend and brother officer would have done it, and afked him how he did,how he had refted 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 fhall go home directly, Le Fever, faid my uncle Toby, to my house, -and we'll fend for a doctor to fee what's the matter,-and we'll have an apothecary, and the corporal fhall be and I'll be your fervant,

your nurse Le Fever.

There was a franknefs in my uncle Toby,-not the effect of familiarity,—but the cause of it,-which let you at once into his foul, and fhewed you the goodnefs of his nature; to this, there was

fome

fomething in his looks, and voice, and manner, fuperadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him; fo that before my uncle Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the fon infenfibly preffed up clofe to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. The blood and fpirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and flow within him, and were retreating to their laft citadel, the heart,-rallied back, the film forfook his eyes for a moment, he looked up wifhfully in my uncle Toby's face,-then caft a look upon his boy,and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken.

Nature instantly ebb'd again,—the film returned to its place,

-the pulse

Aut

fluttered

-ftopp'd

went on

mo

-throb❜d-stopp'd again

ved-stopp'd-fhall I go on?—

No.

I

CHA P. XI.

Am fo impatient to return to my own ftory, that what remains of young Le Fever's, that is, from this turn of his fortune, to the time my uncle Toby recommended him for my preceptor, fhall be told in a very few words, in the next chapter.-All that is neceffary to be added to this chapter is as follows.

That my uncle Toby, with young Le Fever in his hand, attended the poor lieutenant, as chief mourners, to his

grave.

That