----Poor St. _Maxima!_ said my uncle _Toby_ low to himself, as we turn'd from her tomb: She was one of the fairest and most beautiful ladies either of _Italy_ or _France_, continued the sacristan ----But who the duce has got lain down here, besides her? quoth my father, pointing with his cane to a large tomb as we walked on ----It is Saint _Optat_, Sir, answered the sacristan ----And properly is Saint _Optat_ plac'd! said my father: And what is Saint _Optat's_ story? continued he. Saint _Optat_, replied the sacristan, was a bishop----

'Poor St. Maxima!' said my uncle Toby low to himself.
'She was one of the fairest ladies of Italy or France,' continued the sacristan.
'But who the deuce has got lain down here?' quoth my father, pointing with his cane to a large tomb as we walked on.
'It is Saint Optat, Sir,' answered the sacristan.
'And what is Saint Optat's story?'
'Saint Optat was a bishop-'
