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 Lillo
bullero!