Now my uncle _Toby_ knew not that this last paragraph was an extract of _Servius Sulpicius's_ consolatory letter to _Tully_. --He had as little skill, honest man, in the fragments, as he had in the whole pieces of antiquity. --And as my father, whilst he was concerned in the _Turkey_ trade, had been three or four different times in the _Levant_, in one of which he had staid a whole year and an half at _Zant_, my uncle _Toby_ naturally concluded, that, in some one of these periods, he had taken a trip across the _Archipelago_ into _Asia_; and that all this sailing affair with _gina_ behind, and _Megara_ before, and _Pyrus_ on the right hand, &c., &c., was nothing more than the true course of my father's voyage and reflections. --'Twas certainly in his _manner_, and many an undertaking critic would have built two stories higher upon worse foundations. --And pray, brother, quoth my uncle _Toby_, laying the end of his pipe upon my father's hand in a kindly way of interruption--but waiting till he finished the account--what year of our Lord was this? --'Twas no year of our Lord, replied my father. --That's impossible, cried my uncle _Toby_. --Simpleton! said my father, --'twas forty years before Christ was born.

Now my uncle Toby did not know that this last paragraph was an extract of Sulpicius's letter to Tully. And as my father, when he did business in the Turkey trade, had been three or four times in the Levant, and had once stayed a whole year and an half, my uncle Toby naturally concluded that, in one of these visits, he had taken a trip into Asia; and that all this sailing affair with Aegina behind, and Megara before, &c., &c., was nothing more than the course of my father's voyage.
'Pray, brother,' quoth my uncle in a kindly way, 'what year of our Lord was this?'
''Twas no year of our Lord,' replied my father.
'That's impossible,' cried my uncle Toby.
'Simpleton!' said my father, ''twas forty years before Christ was born.'
