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!