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 the corporal, shouldering his stick like a musket, and marching into the middle of the room, to illustrate his position,—that 'tis exactly the same thing, as doing one's exercise in the field.—

"Join your right hand to your firelock," cried the corporal, giving the word of command, and performing the motion.—

"Poise your firelock," cried the corporal, doing the duty still of both adjutant and private man.—

"Rest your firelock;"—one motion, an' please your reverence, you see leads into another.—If his honour will begin but with the first—

—cried my uncle Toby, setting his hand upon his side— * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *.