Below, you will see a hollow place.' St.Aubert paused for breath, and Emily sat fixed in deep attention.

'Do you understand these directions, my dear ?' said he.

Emily, though scarcely able to speak, assured him that she did.
'When you return home, then,' he added with a deep sigh-- At the mention of her return home, all the melancholy circumstances, that must attend this return, rushed upon her fancy; she burst into convulsive grief, and St.Aubert himself, affected beyond the resistance of the fortitude which he had, at first, summoned, wept with her.
After some moments, he composed himself.

'My dear child,' said he, 'be comforted.

When I am gone, you will not be forsaken--I leave you only in the more immediate care of that Providence, which has never yet forsaken me.