I was hearing this account, continued the corporal, when the youth came into the kitchen, to order the thin toast the landlord spoke of; ----but I will do it for my father myself, said the youth. ----Pray let me save you the trouble, young gentleman, said I, taking up a fork for the purpose, and offering him my chair to sit down upon by the fire, whilst I did it. ----I believe, Sir, said he, very modestly, I can please him best myself. ----I am sure, said I, his honour will not like the toast the worse for being toasted by an old soldier. ----The youth took hold of my hand, and instantly burst into tears. ----Poor youth! said my uncle _Toby_, --he has been bred up from an infant in the army, and the name of a soldier, _Trim_, sounded in his ears like the name of a friend; --I wish I had him here.
----I never, in the longest march, said the corporal, had so great a mind to my dinner, as I had to cry with him for company: --What could be the matter with me, an' please your honour? Nothing in the world, _Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_, blowing his nose, --but that thou art a good-natured fellow.

'I was hearing this account,' continued the corporal, 'when the youth came into the kitchen, to order thin toast for his father - "but I will make it myself," said the youth.
'"Pray let me save you the trouble," said I.
'"I believe, Sir," said he, very modestly, "I can please him best myself."
'"I am sure," said I, "he will not like the toast the worse for being toasted by an old soldier." The youth took hold of my hand, and burst into tears.'
'Poor boy!' said my uncle Toby. 'The name of a soldier, Trim, sounded like the name of a friend; I wish I had him here.'
'I was near weeping myself,' continued the corporal. 