WHETHER _Susannah_, by taking her hand too suddenly from off the
corporal’s shoulder (by the whisking about of her passions)——broke a
little the chain of his reflexions——
Or whether the corporal began to be suspicious, he had got into the
doctor’s quarters, and was talking more like the chaplain than
himself——
Or whether - - - - - - - - Or whether——for in all such cases a
man of invention and parts may with pleasure fill a couple of pages
with suppositions——which of all these was the cause, let the curious
physiologist, or the curious any body determine——’tis certain, at
least, the corporal went on thus with his harangue.
For my own part, I declare it, that out of doors, I value not death at
all:—not this . . added the corporal, snapping his fingers,—but with an
air which no one but the corporal could have given to the sentiment.—In
battle, I value death not this . . . and let him not take me cowardly,
like poor _Joe Gibbins_, in scouring his gun.—What is he? A pull of a
trigger—a push of a bayonet an inch this way or that—makes the
difference.—Look along the line—to the right—see! _Jack_’s down!
well,—’tis worth a regiment of horse to him.—No—’tis _Dick._ Then
_Jack_’s no worse.—Never mind which,—we pass on,—in hot pursuit the
wound itself which brings him is not felt,—the best way is to stand up
to him,—the man who flies, is in ten times more danger than the man who
marches up into his jaws.—I’ve look’d him, added the corporal, an
hundred times in the face,—and know what he is.—He’s nothing,
_Obadiah_, at all in the field.—But he’s very frightful in a house,
quoth _Obadiah._——I never mind it myself, said _Jonathan_, upon a
coach-box.—It must, in my opinion, be most natural in bed, replied
_Susannah._—And could I escape him by creeping into the worst calf’s
skin that ever was made into a knapsack, I would do it there—said
_Trim_—but that is nature.
——Nature is nature, said _Jonathan._—And that is the reason, cried
_Susannah_, I so much pity my mistress.—She will never get the better
of it.—Now I pity the captain the most of any one in the family,
answered _Trim._——Madam will get ease of heart in weeping,—and the
Squire in talking about it,—but my poor master will keep it all in
silence to himself.—I shall hear him sigh in his bed for a whole month
together, as he did for lieutenant _Le Fever._ An’ please your honour,
do not sigh so piteously, I would say to him as I laid besides him. I
cannot help it, _Trim_, my master would say,—’tis so melancholy an
accident—I cannot get it off my heart.—Your honour fears not death
yourself.—I hope, _Trim_, I fear nothing, he would say, but the doing a
wrong thing.——Well, he would add, whatever betides, I will take care of
_Le Fever_’s boy.—And with that, like a quieting draught, his honour
would fall asleep.
I like to hear _Trim_’s stories about the captain, said _Susannah._—He
is a kindly-hearted gentleman, said _Obadiah_, as ever lived.—Aye, and
as brave a one too, said the corporal, as ever stept before a
platoon.—There never was a better officer in the king’s army,—or a
better man in God’s world; for he would march up to the mouth of a
cannon, though he saw the lighted match at the very touch-hole,—and
yet, for all that, he has a heart as soft as a child for other
people.——He would not hurt a chicken.——I would sooner, quoth
_Jonathan_, drive such a gentleman for seven pounds a year—than some
for eight.—Thank thee, _Jonathan!_ for thy twenty shillings,—as much,
_Jonathan_, said the corporal, shaking him by the hand, as if thou
hadst put the money into my own pocket.——I would serve him to the day
of my death out of love. He is a friend and a brother to me,—and could
I be sure my poor brother _Tom_ was dead,—continued the corporal,
taking out his handkerchief,—was I worth ten thousand pounds, I would
leave every shilling of it to the captain.——_Trim_ could not refrain
from tears at this testamentary proof he gave of his affection to his
master.——The whole kitchen was affected.—Do tell us the story of the
poor lieutenant, said _Susannah._——With all my heart, answered the
corporal.
_Susannah_, the cook, _Jonathan_, _Obadiah_, and corporal _Trim_,
formed a circle about the fire; and as soon as the scullion had shut
the kitchen door,—the corporal begun.