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 fed, 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 finally brought comfort to his heart.
when the service was ended, and the servants were withdrawn, he tenderly kissed emily, and said, 'i have endeavoured to teach you, from your earliest youth, the duty of self-command; i have pointed out to you the great importance of it through life, not only as it preserves us in the various and dangerous temptations that call us from rectitude and virtue, but as it limits the indulgences which are termed virtuous, yet which, extended beyond a certain boundary, are vicious, for their consequence is evil.all excess is vicious; even that sorrow, which is amiable in its origin, becomes a selfish and unjust passion, if indulged at the expence of our duties--by our duties i mean what we owe to ourselves, as well as to others.the indulgence of excessive grief enervates the mind, and almost incapacitates it for again partaking of those various innocent enjoyments which a benevolent god designed to be the sun-shine of our lives.my dear emily, recollect and practise the precepts i have so often given you, and which your own experience has so often shewn you to be wise.