CHAPTER XL

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!

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