Alabama state intelligencer., 1831-09-17
THE STORY OF LE FEVRE,


 in which Dendermond was taken by the al- lies,-whch was about seven years before my father came into the country,-and about as many after the time that my uncle Toby and Trim had privately decamped from my f.- ther's house in town, in order to lay some oI the finest seges to some ofthe finest fortified ci- ties in Europe-when my uncle Toby was one evening getting his supper with Trim sitting behind him at small sideboard,-I say sit ting;-for in consideration of the Corporal's lame knee (which sometimes gave him ex- quisite pain)-when my uncle Toby dined or supped alone, he would never suffer the Cor poral to stand; and the poor fellows venera- tion for his master was such, that, with pro- per artillery, my uncle Toby could have ta- ken Dendermond itself, with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him; for, many time, when my uncle Toby supposed the Corporal's leg was at rest, he would look back, and detect him standing behind him with the most dircful respect:-This bred more little squabbles betwixt them, than all other causes for five and twenty years toge- ther.-But this is neither here nor there why do mention it?-Ask my pen,--it go- verns me,-I govern not it.
 He was one evening sitting thus at his sup per, when the landlord of the little inn in the village, came into the parlor with an empty phial Tn his hand, to beg glass or two of sack: 'lis for poor gentleman-I think, of the army, and the landlord, who has been taken Ill at my house four days ago, and has never held up his head since, or had desire to taste any thing, till just now. that he has fancy for glass of sack, and a thin toast-I think, says he, taking his hand from his forehead, it would comfort me-
 If I rou1d peitber ho,- ho,,,a.,. ... L.-- such thing,-added the landlord,-I would almost steel it for the poor gentlemen, he is so ill; - hope in God he will still mend, con- tinued he;-we are all ofus concerned for him.
 Thou art good-natured soul, I will answer for thee, cried my uncle Toby; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself,-an take a couple of bottles, with my service, and tell him, he is heartily welcome to them, and dozen more, if they will do him good.
 Though l am pursuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is very compassionate fellow-Trim,-yet cannot help entertaining high opinion of his guest too; there must be something more than common in him, that in so short time, should win so much upon the affections of his host :- And for his whole family, added the Corporal, for they are all concerned for him.-Step af- ter him, said my uncle Toby,-do Trim,- and ask if he knows his name.
 Il have quite forgot it, truly, Said the land lord, coming back into the parlor, with the Corporal, but can ask his son again:-Has he a son with him then? said my uncle Toby. "A boy, replied the landlord, of about II or 12 years of age;-but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day:-He has not stirred from the bed side these two days.
 My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the account; and Trim, without being ordered, took it away, without saying one word, and in a few minutes after brought him his pipe and tobacco
 Stay in the room little, said my uncle Toby.
 Trim!-said my uncle Toby, after he light ed his pipe, and smoked about dozen whiffs Trim came in front of his master and made his bow;-my uncle Toby smoked on, and said no more.--Corporal! said my uncle Toby-the Corporal made his bow.-My un- cle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe.
 Trim! said my uncle Toby, have pro- ject in my head, as it is bad night, of wrap ping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying visit to this poor gentlemen. Your honor's roquelaure, replied the Corporal, has not once been had on, since the night before your honor received your wound, when we mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of St. Nicholas; and besides, it is so cold and rainy night, that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, twill be enough to give your honor your death, and bring on your honor's torment in your groin. fear so, replied my uncle Toby: but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim, since the account the landlord has given me,-I wish had not known so much of this affair, r,-added my un- cle Toby,-or that had known more of it:-- How shall we emanageit?-Leaveit, an please