⸺And lastly—for all the choice anecdotes which history can produce of this matter, continued my father,—this, like the gilded dome which covers in the fabric—crowns all.—
’Tis of Cornelius Gallus , the prætor—which, I dare say, brother Toby , you have read,—I dare say I have not, replied my uncle.⸺He died, said my father, as ***—And if it was with his wife, said my uncle Toby —there could be no hurt in it—That’s more than I know—replied my father.