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Bulgarians, which the heroes of Abaria had treated in much the same manner. At length, marching over limbs still trembling, hearts still palpitating, and fires yet unextinguished, he luckily escaped from the theatre of war and glory.


Candide, ch. ï. and iii., Was it Mackay's regiment, quoth my uncle Toby, where the poor grenadier was so unmer. cifully whipped at Bruges about the ducats?-O Christ! he was innocent! cried Trim, with a deep sigh-And he was whippel, may it please your honour, almost to death's door.—They had better have shot him outright, as he begged, and he had gone directly to heaven, for he was as innocent as your honour. I thank thee, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby.-I never think of his, continued Trim, and my poor brother Tom's misfortunes, for we were all three school-fellows, but I cry like a coward.—Tears are no proof of cowardice, Trim; I drop them oftimes myself, cried my uncle Toby—I know your honour does, replied 'Trim, and so am not ashamed of it myself -But to think, please your honour, continued Trim,-a tear stealing into a corner of his eye as he spoke to think of two virtuous lads, with hearts as warm in their bodies, and as honest as God could make them--the children of honest people, going forth with gallant spirits to seek their fortunes in the world-and fall into such evils ! Poor Tom! to be tortured upon a rack


for nothing but marrying a Jew's widow who sold sausages--honest dick Johnson's soul to be scourged out of his body, for the ducats another man pur in his knapsack !-O!_these are misfortunes, cried Trim, pulling out his handkerchief - these are misfortunes,- -may it please your honour, worth lying down and crying over.

STERNE, Tristram Sbandy, vol. ii. cb. xxxix.

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IT has for some time been a generally received opinion, that a military man is not 10 enquire whether a 'war be just or unjust; he is to execute his orders. All princes who are disposed to become tyrants must probably approve of this method, and be willing to establish it. But is it not a dangerous one ? Since, on that principle, if the tyrant commands his army to attack and destroy, not only an unoffending neighbour nation, but even his own subjects, the army is bound to obey.


Works. Essays, p. 175.
I HAVE never usd
My soldiers to demand a reason




All for Love, act it. MANY are of opinion, (and there is reason for the opinion) that no two things can be more incongruous and dissimilar than a civil and a military life. A civil habit is considered as improper and cumbersome by him who would be ready for


the execution of every sort of violence. Civil habits-are soft and effeminate : and for a man whose business it is to look big, and hector and fright the whole world, it would scarcely be consistent to behave with the usual gentleness and complacency of other men.


Art of War : Preface. THROUGH fraud in all other actions be aboininable, in matters of war it is laudable and glorious.

IDEM. Discourses, b. iii. cb. xl.

He who makes war his profession cannot be otherwise than vicious.

War makes thieves, and peace brings them to the gallows.

Art of War, b. i. ch. .

WAR suspends the rules of moral obligation, and what is long suspended is in danger of being totally abrogated.

BURKE. Letter to Sberiff's of Bristol, p. 23.

When war begins hell gates are set open.

OLD ITALIAN PROVERB, Put together all the vices of all ages and places, and never will they come up to the mischiefs and enormities of only one campaign.

VOLTAIRE. Pbilo opb. Dict. Art. War. V 3



WAR is death's feast.

OLD SPANISH PROVEXB. Charles. Pray, dear papa, let ys have a very pretty story

Father. With all my heart—what shall it be? Ch. A bloody murder, papa!

Fa A bloody murder! Well then-Once upon a time, some men dressed all alike.

Ch. With black crapes over their faces ?

Fa. No, they had steel caps on :-having crossed a dark heath, wound cautiously along the skirts of a deep forest

Ch. They were ill-looking fellows, I dare say.

Fa. I cannot say so; on the contrary they were tall, personable men as most one shall see :leaving on their right hand an old ruined tower on the bill

Ch. At midnight, just as the clock struck twelve; was it not, papa ?

Fa. No, really; it was on a fine balmy summer's morning and moved forwards, one bebind another

Ch. As still as death, creeping along under the hedges ?

Fa. On the contrary, they walked remarkably upright;'and so far from endeavouring to be hushed and still they made a loud noise as they caine along, with several sorts of instruments.

Ch. But, papa, they would be found out immediately.

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