We'll go, brother _Toby_, said my father, whilst dinner is coddling--to the abby of Saint _Germain_, if it be only to see these bodies, of which Monsieur _Sequier_ has given such a recommendation. ----I'll go see any body, quoth my uncle _Toby_; for he was all compliance through every step of the journey ----Defend me! said my father--they are all mummies ----Then one need not shave; quoth my uncle _Toby_ ----Shave! no--cried my father--'twill be more like relations to go with our beards on --So out we sallied, the corporal lending his master his arm, and bringing up the rear, to the abby of Saint _Germain_.
Everything is very fine, and very rich, and very superb, and very magnificent, said my father, addressing himself to the sacristan, who was a younger brother of the order of _Benedictines_--but our curiosity has led us to see the bodies, of which Monsieur _Sequier_ has given the world so exact a description. --The sacristan made a bow, and lighting a torch first, which he had always in the vestry ready for the purpose; he led us into the tomb of St. _Heribald_ ----This, said the sacristan, laying his hand upon the tomb, was a renowned prince of the house of _Bavaria_, who under the successive reigns of _Charlemagne_, _Louis le Debonnair_, and _Charles the Bald_, bore a great sway in the government, and had a principal hand in bringing everything into order and discipline----
Then he has been as great, said my uncle, in the field, as in the cabinet ----I dare say he has been a gallant soldier ----He was a monk--said the sacristan.
My uncle _Toby_ and _Trim_ sought comfort in each other's faces--but found it not: my father clapped both his hands upon his cod-piece, which was a way he had when anything hugely tickled him: for though he hated a monk and the very smell of a monk worse than all the devils in hell----yet the shot hitting my uncle _Toby_ and _Trim_ so much harder than him, 'twas a relative triumph; and put him into the gayest humour in the world.
----And pray what do you call this gentleman? quoth my father, rather sportingly: This tomb, said the young _Benedictine_, looking downwards, contains the bones of Saint MAXIMA, who came from _Ravenna_ on purpose to touch the body----

'We'll go, brother Toby,' said my father, 'to the abbey of Saint Germain, to see these bodies which Monsieur Sequier recommends.'
'I'll go see any body,' quoth my uncle Toby; for he was all compliance throughout the journey.
'They are all mummies,' said my father.
'Then one need not shave,' quoth my uncle.
'Shave! No,' cried my father - ''twill be more like family to go with our beards on.'
So out we went to the abbey of Saint Germain.
'Everything is very fine, and very rich, and very superb, and very magnificent,' said my father to the sacristan, who was a Benedictine - 'but we hoped to see the bodies, of which Monsieur Sequier has given the world so exact a description.'
The sacristan bowed, and lighting a torch, he led us into the tomb of St. Heribald.
'This,' said the sacristan, laying his hand upon the tomb, 'was a renowned prince of Bavaria, who under the reigns of Charlemagne, Louis and Charles the Bald, held great sway in the government.'
'I dare say he was a gallant soldier too,' said my uncle.
'He was a monk,' said the sacristan.
My uncle Toby and Trim looked at each other, dismayed; but my father clapped both his hands upon his cod-piece, which was a way he had when anything hugely tickled him: for though he hated a monk worse than all the devils in hell - yet this shot hitting my uncle Toby put him into the gayest humour in the world.
'And pray what do you call this gentleman?' quoth my father sportingly.
'This tomb,' said the young Benedictine, 'contains the bones of Saint Maxima, who came from Ravenna