[Laurence Sterne's _Autobiography_ (cited above).] The poor Lieutenant Father died, soldiering in the West Indies; soon after this; and we shall not mention him again.

But History ought to remember that he is 'Uncle Toby,' this poor Lieutenant, and take her measures!--The Siege of Gibraltar, we still see with our eyes, was in itself Nothing." Truly it might well enough have grown to universal flame of War.

But this always needs two parties; and pacific George would not be second party in it.

George, guided by pacific Walpole, backed by pacific Fleury, answers the ardent firing by phlegmatic patience and protocolling; not by counter-firing, except quite at his convenience, from privateers, from war-ships here and there, and in sulky defence from Gibraltar itself.

Probably the Termagant, with all the fire she has, will not do much damage upon Gibraltar?
Such was George's hope.
Whereby the flame of war, ardent only in certain Spanish batteries upon the point of San Roque, does not spread hitherto,--though all mortals, and Friedrich Wilhelm as much as any, can see the imminent likelihood there is.