I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.
SHAKESPEARE


Madame St. Aubert was interred in the neighbouring village church;
her husband and daughter attended her to the grave, followed by a
long train of the peasantry, who were sincere mourners of this
excellent woman.

On his return from the funeral, St. Aubert shut himself in his
chamber. When he came forth, it was with a serene countenance,
though pale in sorrow. He gave orders that his family should attend
him. Emily only was absent; who, overcome with the scene she had
just witnessed, had retired to her closet to weep alone. St. Aubert
followed her thither: he took her hand in silence, while she
continued to weep; and it was some moments before he could so far
command his voice as to speak. It trembled while he said, 'My Emily,
I am going to prayers with my family; you will join us. We must ask
support from above. Where else ought we to seek it--where else can
we find it?'

Emily checked her tears, and followed her father to the parlour,
where, the servants being assembled, St. Aubert read, in a low and
solemn voice, the evening service, and added a prayer for the soul of
the departed. During this, his voice often faltered, his tears fell
upon the book, and at length he paused. But the sublime emotions of
pure devotion gradually elevated his views above this world, and