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Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, / Can Painting's glowing hand supply / A charm so suited to my mind, / As blows this hollow gust of wind? / As drops this little weeping rill, / Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill; / While, through the west, where sinks the crimson day, / Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey? / - Mason
Emily, some time after her return to La Vallée, received letters from her aunt, Madame Cheron, in which, after some commonplace condolement and advice, she invited her to Toulouse, and added, that, as her late brother had entrusted Emily's education to her, she should consider herself bound to overlook her conduct. Emily, at this time, wished only to remain at La Vallée, in the scenes of her early happiness, now rendered infinitely dear to her, as the late residence of those, whom she had lost forever, where she could weep unobserved, retrace their steps, and remember each minute particular of their manners. But she was equally anxious to avoid the displeasure of Madame Cheron.