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The deepest shade of twilight did not send hi hour, when the last tints of light

die ahen the stars, one by one, treh aether, and are

reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all

others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates

it to subli the

foliage, he still lingered, and his pastoral supper of cream and fruits

was often spread beneath it Then, on the stillness of night, ca sweetness, and awakening melancholy

The first interruptions to the happiness he had known since his

retirement, were occasioned by the death of his two sons He lost the; and though,

in consideration of Madame St Aubert's distress, he restrained the

expression of his own, and endeavoured to bear it, as he meant, with

philosophy, he had, in truth, no philosophy that could render hihter was now his only surviving child; and,

while he watched the unfolding of her infant character, with anxious

fondness, he endeavoured, with unre effort, to counteract

those traits in her disposition, which ht hereafter lead her from

happiness She had discovered in her early years uncommon delicacy

of mind, warm affections, and ready benevolence; but with these was