I had been watching, and went out for a little fresh air, the day had been very sultry.

As I walked under the shades and mused, I heard music at a distance, and thought it was Claude playing upon his flute, as he often did of a fine evening, at the cottage door.

But, when I came to a place where the trees opened, (I shall never forget it!) and stood looking up at the north-lights, which shot up the heaven to a great height, I heard all of a sudden such sounds!--they came so as I cannot describe.

It was like the music of angels, and I looked up again almost expecting to see them in the sky.
When I came home, I told what I had heard, but they laughed at me, and said it must be some of the shepherds playing on their pipes, and I could not persuade them to the contrary.

A few nights after, however, my wife herself heard the same sounds, and was as much surprised as I was, and Father Denis frightened her sadly by saying, that it was music come to warn her of her child's death, and that music often came to houses where there was a dying person.' Emily, on hearing this, shrunk with a superstitious dread entirely new to her, and could scarcely conceal her agitation from St.Aubert.
'But the boy lived, monsieur, in spite of Father Denis.' 'Father Denis!' said St.Aubert, who had listened to 'narrative old age' with patient attention, 'are we near a convent, then ?' 'Yes, sir; the convent of St.Clair stands at no great distance, on the sea shore yonder.' 'Ah!' said St.Aubert, as if struck with some sudden remembrance, 'the convent of St.Clair!' Emily observed the clouds of grief, mingled with a faint expression of horror, gathering on his brow; his countenance became fixed, and, touched as it now was by the silver whiteness of the moon-light, he resembled one of those marble statues of a monument, which seem to bend, in hopeless sorrow, over the ashes of the dead, shewn by the blunted light That the dim moon through painted casements lends.* * The Emigrants.
'But, my dear sir,' said Emily, anxious to dissipate his thoughts, 'you forget that repose is necessary to you.