Gallant mortal! cried my uncle _Toby_, caught up with enthusiasm--this moment, now that all is lost, I see him galloping across me, corporal, to the left, to bring up the remains of the English horse along with him to support the right, and tear the laurel from _Luxembourg's_ brows, if yet 'tis possible ----I see him with the knot of his scarfe just shot off, infusing fresh spirits into poor _Galway's_ regiment--riding along the line--then wheeling about, and charging _Conti_ at the head of it ----Brave! brave, by heaven! cried my uncle _Toby_--he deserves a crown ----As richly, as a thief a halter; shouted _Trim_.
My uncle _Toby_ knew the corporal's loyalty; --otherwise the comparison was not at all to his mind----it did not altogether strike the corporal's fancy when he had made it----but it could not be recall'd----so he had nothing to do, but proceed.
As the number of wounded was prodigious, and no one had time to think of anything but his own safety --Though _Talmash_, said my uncle _Toby_, brought off the foot with great prudence ----But I was left upon the field, said the corporal. Thou wast so; poor fellow! replied my uncle _Toby_ ----So that it was noon the next day, continued the corporal, before I was exchanged, and put into a cart with thirteen or fourteen more, in order to be convey'd to our hospital.
There is no part of the body, an' please your honour, where a wound occasions more intolerable anguish than upon the knee----

'Gallant mortal!' cried my uncle Toby, with enthusiasm - 'I see him galloping to bring up the remains of the English cavalry, and tear the laurel from Luxembourg's brows - I see him riding along the line - then wheeling about, and charging Conti at the head of it - Brave! brave, by heaven! He deserves a crown.'
'As richly, as a thief a halter,' shouted Trim.
My uncle Toby knew the corporal's loyalty; - otherwise the comparison was not at all to his liking. The corporal regretted it, but it could not be recalled; so he went on.
'As the number of wounded was prodigious, and no one had time to think of anything but his own safety, I was left upon the field. It was noon the next day before I was put into a cart with thirteen or fourteen more, to be taken to hospital. There is no part of the body, your honour, where a wound causes more intolerable anguish than upon the knee-'
