--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 praetor--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.