——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.