Here was shade, and the fresh water of a spring, that, gliding among the turf, under the trees, thence precipitated itself from rock to rock, till its dashing murmurs were lost in the abyss, though its white foam was long seen amid the darkness of the pines below.
This was a spot well suited for rest, and the travellers alighted to dine, while the mules were unharnessed to browse on the savoury herbs that enriched this summit.
It was some time before St.Aubert or Emily could withdraw their attention from the surrounding objects, so as to partake of their little repast.

Seated in the shade of the palms, St.Aubert pointed out to her observation the course of the rivers, the situation of great towns, and the boundaries of provinces, which science, rather than the eye, enabled him to describe.

Notwithstanding this occupation, when he had talked awhile he suddenly became silent, thoughtful, and tears often swelled to his eyes, which Emily observed, and the sympathy of her own heart told her their cause.

The scene before them bore some resemblance, though it was on a much grander scale, to a favourite one of the late Madame St.
Aubert, within view of the fishing-house.

They both observed this, and thought how delighted she would have been with the present landscape, while they knew that her eyes must never, never more open upon this world.