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She
died
calmly
,
and
her
countenance
expressed
affection
even
in
death
.
I
need
not
describe
the
feelings
of
those
whose
dearest
ties
are
rent
by
that
most
irreparable
evil
,
the
void
that
presents
itself
to
the
soul
,
and
the
despair
that
is
exhibited
on
the
countenance
.
It
is
so
long
before
the
mind
can
persuade
itself
that
she
whom
we
saw
every
day
and
whose
very
existence
appeared
a
part
of
our
own
can
have
departed
forever
--
that
the
brightness
of
a
beloved
eye
can
have
been
extinguished
and
the
sound
of
a
voice
so
familiar
and
dear
to
the
ear
can
be
hushed
,
never
more
to
be
heard
.
These
are
the
reflections
of
the
first
days
;
but
when
the
lapse
of
time
proves
the
reality
of
the
evil
,
then
the
actual
bitterness
of
grief
commences
.
Yet
from
whom
has
not
that
rude
hand
rent
away
some
dear
connection
?
And
why
should
I
describe
a
sorrow
which
all
have
felt
,
and
must
feel
?
The
time
at
length
arrives
when
grief
is
rather
an
indulgence
than
a
necessity
;
and
the
smile
that
plays
upon
the
lips
,
although
it
may
be
deemed
a
sacrilege
,
is
not
banished
.
My
mother
was
dead
,
but
we
had
still
duties
which
we
ought
to
perform
;
we
must
continue
our
course
with
the
rest
and
learn
to
think
ourselves
fortunate
whilst
one
remains
whom
the
spoiler
has
not
seized
.
My
departure
for
Ingolstadt
,
which
had
been
deferred
by
these
events
,
was
now
again
determined
upon
.
I
obtained
from
my
father
a
respite
of
some
weeks
.
It
appeared
to
me
sacrilege
so
soon
to
leave
the
repose
,
akin
to
death
,
of
the
house
of
mourning
and
to
rush
into
the
thick
of
life
.
I
was
new
to
sorrow
,
but
it
did
not
the
less
alarm
me
.
I
was
unwilling
to
quit
the
sight
of
those
that
remained
to
me
,
and
above
all
,
I
desired
to
see
my
sweet
Elizabeth
in
some
degree
consoled
.
She
indeed
veiled
her
grief
and
strove
to
act
the
comforter
to
us
all
.
She
looked
steadily
on
life
and
assumed
its
duties
with
courage
and
zeal
.
She
devoted
herself
to
those
whom
she
had
been
taught
to
call
her
uncle
and
cousins
.
Never
was
she
so
enchanting
as
at
this
time
,
when
she
recalled
the
sunshine
of
her
smiles
and
spent
them
upon
us
.
She
forgot
even
her
own
regret
in
her
endeavours
to
make
us
forget
.
The
day
of
my
departure
at
length
arrived
.
Clerval
spent
the
last
evening
with
us
.
He
had
endeavoured
to
persuade
his
father
to
permit
him
to
accompany
me
and
to
become
my
fellow
student
,
but
in
vain
.
His
father
was
a
narrow-minded
trader
and
saw
idleness
and
ruin
in
the
aspirations
and
ambition
of
his
son
.
Henry
deeply
felt
the
misfortune
of
being
debarred
from
a
liberal
education
.
He
said
little
,
but
when
he
spoke
I
read
in
his
kindling
eye
and
in
his
animated
glance
a
restrained
but
firm
resolve
not
to
be
chained
to
the
miserable
details
of
commerce
.
We
sat
late
.
We
could
not
tear
ourselves
away
from
each
other
nor
persuade
ourselves
to
say
the
word
"
Farewell
!
"
It
was
said
,
and
we
retired
under
the
pretence
of
seeking
repose
,
each
fancying
that
the
other
was
deceived
;
but
when
at
morning
's
dawn
I
descended
to
the
carriage
which
was
to
convey
me
away
,
they
were
all
there
--
my
father
again
to
bless
me
,
Clerval
to
press
my
hand
once
more
,
my
Elizabeth
to
renew
her
entreaties
that
I
would
write
often
and
to
bestow
the
last
feminine
attentions
on
her
playmate
and
friend
.
I
threw
myself
into
the
chaise
that
was
to
convey
me
away
and
indulged
in
the
most
melancholy
reflections
.
I
,
who
had
ever
been
surrounded
by
amiable
companions
,
continually
engaged
in
endeavouring
to
bestow
mutual
pleasure
--
I
was
now
alone
.
In
the
university
whither
I
was
going
I
must
form
my
own
friends
and
be
my
own
protector
.
My
life
had
hitherto
been
remarkably
secluded
and
domestic
,
and
this
had
given
me
invincible
repugnance
to
new
countenances
.
I
loved
my
brothers
,
Elizabeth
,
and
Clerval
;
these
were
"
old
familiar
faces
,
"
but
I
believed
myself
totally
unfitted
for
the
company
of
strangers
.
Such
were
my
reflections
as
I
commenced
my
journey
;
but
as
I
proceeded
,
my
spirits
and
hopes
rose
.
I
ardently
desired
the
acquisition
of
knowledge
.
I
had
often
,
when
at
home
,
thought
it
hard
to
remain
during
my
youth
cooped
up
in
one
place
and
had
longed
to
enter
the
world
and
take
my
station
among
other
human
beings
.
Now
my
desires
were
complied
with
,
and
it
would
,
indeed
,
have
been
folly
to
repent
.
I
had
sufficient
leisure
for
these
and
many
other
reflections
during
my
journey
to
Ingolstadt
,
which
was
long
and
fatiguing
.
At
length
the
high
white
steeple
of
the
town
met
my
eyes
.
I
alighted
and
was
conducted
to
my
solitary
apartment
to
spend
the
evening
as
I
pleased
.
The
next
morning
I
delivered
my
letters
of
introduction
and
paid
a
visit
to
some
of
the
principal
professors
.
Chance
--
or
rather
the
evil
influence
,
the
Angel
of
Destruction
,
which
asserted
omnipotent
sway
over
me
from
the
moment
I
turned
my
reluctant
steps
from
my
father
's
door
--
led
me
first
to
M.
Krempe
,
professor
of
natural
philosophy
.
He
was
an
uncouth
man
,
but
deeply
imbued
in
the
secrets
of
his
science
.
He
asked
me
several
questions
concerning
my
progress
in
the
different
branches
of
science
appertaining
to
natural
philosophy
.
I
replied
carelessly
,
and
partly
in
contempt
,
mentioned
the
names
of
my
alchemists
as
the
principal
authors
I
had
studied
.
The
professor
stared
.
"
Have
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
really
spent
your
time
in
studying
such
nonsense
?
"
