As I knew the geography of the Tomb of the Lovers, as well as if I had lived twenty years in Lyons , namely, that it was upon the turning of my right hand, just without the gate, leading to the Fauxbourg de Vaise ⸺I dispatched François to the boat, that I might pay the homage I so long ow’d it, without a witness of my weakness—I walk’d with all imaginable joy towards the place⸺when I saw the gate which intercepted the tomb, my heart glowed within me⸺
—Tender and faithful spirits! cried I, addressing myself to Amandus and Amanda —long—long have I tarried to drop this tear upon your tomb⸻I come⸻I come⸻
When I came—there was no tomb to drop it upon.
What would I have given for my uncle Toby , to have whistled Lillabullero!