thee, Jonathan! for thy twenty fhillings, as much, Jonathan, faid the Corporal, fhaking him by the hand, as if thou hadft put the money into my own pocket. -I would ferve him to the day of my death out of love. He is a friend and a brother to me, and could I be fure my poor brother Tom was dead,-continued the Corporal, taking out his handkerchief,-were I worth ten thousand pounds, I would leave every fhilling of it to the Captain.-Trim could not refrain from tears at this teftamentary proof he gave of his affection to his mafter. The whole kitchen was affected. TRIST. SHANDY, VOL. III. C. 7. MR. SHANDY's RESIGNATION FOR THE LOSS OF HIS SON. PHILOSOP HILOSOPHY has a fine faying for every thing "Tis an inevitable chance-the first ftatute of Mag"na Charta-it is an everlasting act of parliament "To die, is the great debt and tribute due unto na"ture: tombs and monuments, which fhould perpe"tuate our memories, pay it themselves; and the ་་ proudest pyramid of them all, which wealth and "science have erected, has loft its apex, and ftands "obtruncated in the traveller's horizon-Kingdoms "and provinces, and towns and cities, have they not "their periods? and when thofe principles and 66 powers which at firft cemented and put them toge"ther, have performed their feveral revolutions, they "fall back. "Where is Troy, and Mycena, and Thebes, and Delos, "and Perfepolis, and Agrigentum?-What is become "of Nineveh and Babylon, of Cyzicum, and Mitylene? "The fairest towns that ever the fun rofe upon are "now no more: the names only are left, and those [for many of them are wrong fpelt] are falling themselves by piece-meal to decay, and in length "of time will be forgotten, and involved with every thing in a perpetual night: the world itself must"muft come to an end. "Returning out of Afia, when I failed from Ægina "towards Megara, I began to view the country round about. Egina was behind me, Megara was before, "Pyraus on the right hand, Corinth on the left."What flourishing towns now proftrate upon the "earth! Alas! alas! faid I to myself, that man fhould "disturb his foul for the lofs of a child, when so "much as this lies awfully buried in his presence."Remember, said I to myself again-remember thou "art a man. "My "My fon is dead!-fo much the better;-'tis a * shame in such a tempeft to have but one anchor. "But he is gone for ever from us!-be it fo. He " is got from under the hands of his barber before he " was bald-he is but rifen from a feaft before he "was furfeited—from a banquet before he had got "drunken. "The Thracians wept when a child was born-and "feafted and made merry when a man went out of "the world; and with reason. Death opens the gate "of fame, and shuts the gate of envy after it-it un"looses the chain of the captive, and puts the bondf"man's task into another man's hands. "Shew me the man, who knows what life is, who “dreads it, and I'll fhew thee a prisoner who dreads "his liberty." CONTENTMENT. HERE are thousands fo extravagant in their Tideas of contentment, as to imagine that it muft confift in having every thing in this world turn out the way they wish-that they are to fit down in happiness, and feel themselves so at ease at all points, as to defire nothing better and nothing more. I own there are inftances of fome, who feem to pafs through the world as if all their paths had been strewed with 16 rofe. rofe-buds of delight;but a little experience will convince us, 'tis a fatal expectation to go upon.-We are born to trouble; and we may depend upon whilst we live in this world we fhall have it, though with intermiffions that is, in whatever ftate we are, we fhall find a mixture of good and evil; and therefore the true way to contentment is to know how to receive thefe certain viciffitudes of life,-the returns of good and evil, fo as neither to be exalted by the one, or overthrown by the other, but to bear ourselves towards every thing which happens with fuch ease and indifference of mind, as to hazard as little as may be. This is the true temperate climate fitted for us by nature, and in which every wife man would wifh to live. SERMON XV. P. 17 THE TRANSLATION. THERE PARIS. HERE was nobody in the box I was let into but a kindly old French officer. I love the character, not only because I honour the man whose manners are foftened by a profeffion which makes bad men worfe; but that I once knew one-for he is no more-and why should I not rescue one page from violation violation by writing his name in it, and telling the world it was Captain Tobias Shandy, the dearest of my flock and friends, whofe philanthropy I never think of at this long distance from his death-but my eyes gufh out with tears. For his fake, I have a predilection for the whole corps of veterans; and so I strode over the two back rows of benches, and placed myself befide him. The officer was reading attentively a small pamphlet, it might be the book of the opera, with a large pair of fpectacles. As foon as I fat down, he took his fpectacles off, and putting them into a fhagreen cafe, returned them and the book into his pocket together. I half rose up, and made him a bow. Tranflate this into any civilized language in the world-the fenfe is this: "Here's a poor ftranger come into the box-he feems as if he knew nobody; and is never likely, "were he to be feven years in Paris, if every man he "comes near keeps his fpectacles upon his nofe-'tis fhutting the door of converfation abfolutely in his face-and ufing him worfe than a German." The French officer might as well have faid it all aloud; and if he had, I fhould in course have put the bow I made him into French too, and told him, "I was fenfible of his attention, and return'd him a thoufand thanks for it." There is not a fecret fo aiding to the progrefs of fociality, as to get mafter of this short hand, and be quick in rendering the feveral turns of looks and |