——But ’tis no marvel, continued the corporal—seeing my uncle _Toby_
musing upon it—for Love, an’ please your honour, is exactly like war,
in this; that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete
o’_Saturday_ night,—may nevertheless be shot through his heart on
_Sunday_ morning——_It happened so here_, an’ please your honour, with
this difference only—that it was on _Sunday_ in the afternoon, when I
fell in love all at once with a sisserara——It burst upon me, an’ please
your honour, like a bomb——scarce giving me time to say, “God bless me.”
I thought, _Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_, a man never fell in love so
very suddenly.