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So falls o'er Grief the dew of pity's tear

Di on, came to St Aubert's favourite plane-tree, where so

often, at this hour, they had sat beneath the shade together, and with

her dear mother so often had conversed on the subject of a future state

How often, too, had her father expressed the co, that they should meet in another world! Emily, overcome by

these recollections, left the plane-tree, and, as she leaned pensively

on the wall of the terrace, she observed a group of peasants dancing

gaily on the banks of the Garonne, which spread in broad expanse below,

and reflected the evening light What a contrast they foray and debonnaire, as they ont

to be when she, too, was gay--when St Aubert used to listen to their

pleasure and benevolence Ehtly band, turned away, unable

to bear the remembrances it excited; but where, alas! could she turn,

and not rief?

As she walked slowly towards the house, she was met by Theresa 'Dear

you up and down this half

hour, and was afraid some accident had happened to you How can you like

to wander about so in this night air! Do come into the house Think what

my poor master would have said, if he could see you I aentleman could take it more to heart than he did,

yet you know he seldom shed a tear'