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    Title:TheSorrowsofYoungWerther

    Author:JohannWolfgangvonGoethe

    ReleaseDate:February,2001[EBook#2527][ThisfilewaslastupdatedonApril13,2003]

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    PREFACE

    IhavecarefullycollectedwhateverIhavebeenabletolearnofthestoryofpoorWerther,andherepresentittoyou,knowingthatyouwillthankmeforit.Tohisspiritandcharacteryoucannotrefuseyouradmirationandlove:tohisfateyouwillnotdenyyourtears.

    Andthou,goodsoul,whosufferestthesamedistressasheenduredonce,drawcomfortfromhissorrows;andletthislittlebookbethyfriend,if,owingtofortuneorthroughthineownfault,thoucanstnotfindadearercompanion.

    BOOKI

    MAY4.

    HowhappyIamthatIamgone!Mydearfriend,whatathingistheheartofman!Toleaveyou,fromwhomIhavebeeninseparable,whomIlovesodearly,andyettofeelhappy!Iknowyouwill

    forgiveme.Havenototherattachmentsbeenspeciallyappointedbyfatetotormentaheadlikemine?PoorLeonora!andyetIwasnottoblame.Wasitmyfault,that,whilstthepeculiarcharmsofhersisteraffordedmeanagreeableentertainment,apassionformewasengenderedinherfeebleheart?AndyetamIwhollyblameless?DidInotencourageheremotions?DidInotfeelcharmedatthosetrulygenuineexpressionsofnature,which,thoughbutlittlemirthfulinreality,sooftenamusedus?DidInot--butoh!whatisman,thathedaressotoaccusehimself?MydearfriendIpromiseyouIwillimprove;Iwillnolonger,ashaseverbeenmyhabit,continuetoruminateoneverypettyvexationwhichfortunemaydispense;Iwillenjoythepresent,andthepastshallbeformethepast.Nodoubtyouareright,mybestoffriends,

    therewouldbefarlesssufferingamongstmankind,ifmen--andGodknowswhytheyaresofashioned--didnotemploytheirimaginationssoassiduouslyinrecallingthememoryofpastsorrow,insteadofbearingtheirpresentlotwithequanimity.BekindenoughtoinformmymotherthatIshallattendtoherbusinesstothebestofmyability,andshallgivehertheearliestinformationaboutit.Ihaveseenmyaunt,andfindthatsheisveryfarfrombeingthedisagreeablepersonourfriendsallegehertobe.Sheisalively,cheerfulwoman,withthebestofhearts.Iexplainedtohermymother'swrongswithregardtothatpartofherportionwhichhasbeenwithheldfromher.Shetoldmethemotivesandreasonsofherownconduct,andthetermsonwhichsheiswillingtogiveupthewhole,andtodomorethanwehaveasked.Inshort,

    Icannotwritefurtheruponthissubjectatpresent;onlyassuremymotherthatallwillgoonwell.AndIhaveagainobserved,mydearfriend,inthistriflingaffair,thatmisunderstandingsandneglectoccasionmoremischiefintheworldthanevenmaliceandwickedness.Atallevents,thetwolatterareoflessfrequentoccurrence.

    InotherrespectsIamverywelloffhere.Solitudeinthisterrestrialparadiseisagenialbalmtomymind,andtheyoungspringcheerswithitsbounteouspromisesmyoftentimesmisgiving

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    heart.Everytree,everybush,isfullofflowers;andonemightwishhimselftransformedintoabutterfly,tofloataboutinthisoceanofperfume,andfindhiswholeexistenceinit.

    Thetownitselfisdisagreeable;butthen,allaround,youfindaninexpressiblebeautyofnature.ThisinducedthelateCountMtolayoutagardenononeoftheslopinghillswhichhereintersecteachotherwiththemostcharmingvariety,andformthemostlovelyvalleys.Thegardenissimple;anditiseasytoperceive,evenuponyourfirstentrance,thattheplanwasnotdesignedbyascientificgardener,butbyamanwhowishedtogivehimselfupheretotheenjoymentofhisownsensitiveheart.ManyatearhaveIalreadyshedtothememoryofitsdepartedmasterinasummer-housewhichisnowreducedtoruins,butwashisfavouriteresort,andnowismine.Ishallsoonbemasteroftheplace.Thegardenerhasbecomeattachedtomewithinthelastfewdays,andhewilllosenothingthereby.

    MAY10.

    Awonderfulserenityhastakenpossessionofmyentiresoul,likethesesweetmorningsofspringwhichIenjoywithmywholeheart.Iamalone,andfeelthecharmofexistenceinthisspot,whichwascreatedfortheblissofsoulslikemine.Iamsohappy,my

    dearfriend,soabsorbedintheexquisitesenseofmeretranquilexistence,thatIneglectmytalents.Ishouldbeincapableofdrawingasinglestrokeatthepresentmoment;andyetIfeelthatIneverwasagreaterartistthannow.When,whilethelovelyvalleyteemswithvapouraroundme,andthemeridiansunstrikestheuppersurfaceoftheimpenetrablefoliageofmytrees,andbutafewstraygleamsstealintotheinnersanctuary,Ithrowmyselfdownamongthetallgrassbythetricklingstream;and,asIlieclosetotheearth,athousandunknownplantsarenoticedbyme:whenIhearthebuzzofthelittleworldamongthestalks,andgrowfamiliarwiththecountlessindescribableformsoftheinsectsandflies,thenIfeelthepresenceoftheAlmighty,whoformedusinhisownimage,andthebreathofthatuniversallovewhichbearsandsustainsus,asitfloatsaround

    usinaneternityofbliss;andthen,myfriend,whendarknessoverspreadsmyeyes,andheavenandearthseemtodwellinmysoulandabsorbitspower,liketheformofabelovedmistress,thenIoftenthinkwithlonging,Oh,wouldIcoulddescribetheseconceptions,couldimpressuponpaperallthatislivingsofullandwarmwithinme,thatitmightbethemirrorofmysoul,asmysoulisthemirroroftheinfiniteGod!Omyfriend--butitistoomuchformystrength--Isinkundertheweightofthesplendourofthesevisions!

    MAY12.

    Iknownotwhethersomedeceitfulspiritshauntthisspot,orwhetheritbethewarm,celestialfancyinmyownheartwhich

    makeseverythingaroundmeseemlikeparadise.Infrontofthehouseisafountain,--afountaintowhichIamboundbyacharmlikeMelusinaandhersisters.Descendingagentleslope,youcometoanarch,where,sometwentystepslowerdown,wateroftheclearestcrystalgushesfromthemarblerock.Thenarrowwallwhichenclosesitabove,thetalltreeswhichencirclethespot,andthecoolnessoftheplaceitself,--everythingimpartsapleasantbutsublimeimpression.NotadaypassesonwhichIdonotspendanhourthere.Theyoungmaidenscomefromthetowntofetchwater,--innocentandnecessaryemployment,andformerlytheoccupationof

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    thedaughtersofkings.AsItakemyrestthere,theideaoftheoldpatriarchallifeisawakenedaroundme.Iseethem,ouroldancestors,howtheyformedtheirfriendshipsandcontractedalliancesatthefountain-side;andIfeelhowfountainsandstreamswereguardedbybeneficentspirits.Hewhoisastrangertothesesensationshasneverreallyenjoyedcoolreposeatthesideofafountainafterthefatigueofawearysummerday.

    MAY13.

    Youaskifyoushallsendmebooks.Mydearfriend,Ibeseechyou,fortheloveofGod,relievemefromsuchayoke!Ineednomoretobeguided,agitated,heated.Myheartfermentssufficientlyofitself.Iwantstrainstolullme,andIfindthemtoperfectioninmyHomer.OftendoIstrivetoallaytheburningfeverofmyblood;andyouhaveneverwitnessedanythingsounsteady,souncertain,asmyheart.ButneedIconfessthistoyou,mydearfriend,whohavesooftenenduredtheanguishofwitnessingmysuddentransitionsfromsorrowtoimmoderatejoy,andfromsweetmelancholytoviolentpassions?Itreatmypoorheartlikeasickchild,andgratifyitseveryfancy.Donotmentionthisagain:therearepeoplewhowouldcensuremeforit.

    MAY15.

    Thecommonpeopleoftheplaceknowmealready,andloveme,particularlythechildren.WhenatfirstIassociatedwiththem,andinquiredinafriendlytoneabouttheirvarioustrifles,somefanciedthatIwishedtoridiculethem,andturnedfrommeinexceedingill-humour.Ididnotallowthatcircumstancetogrieveme:IonlyfeltmostkeenlywhatIhaveoftenbeforeobserved.Personswhocanclaimacertainrankkeepthemselvescoldlyalooffromthecommonpeople,asthoughtheyfearedtolosetheirimportancebythecontact;whilstwantonidlers,andsuchasarepronetobadjoking,affecttodescendtotheirlevel,onlytomakethepoorpeoplefeeltheirimpertinenceallthemorekeenly.

    Iknowverywellthatwearenotallequal,norcanbeso;butitismyopinionthathewhoavoidsthecommonpeople,inordernottolosetheirrespect,isasmuchtoblameasacowardwhohideshimselffromhisenemybecausehefearsdefeat.

    TheotherdayIwenttothefountain,andfoundayoungservant-girl,whohadsetherpitcherontheloweststep,andlookedaroundtoseeifoneofhercompanionswasapproachingtoplaceitonherhead.Irandown,andlookedather."ShallIhelpyou,prettylass?"saidI.Sheblusheddeeply."Oh,sir!"sheexclaimed."Noceremony!"Ireplied.Sheadjustedherhead-gear,andIhelpedher.Shethankedme,andascendedthesteps.

    MAY17.

    Ihavemadeallsortsofacquaintances,buthaveasyetfoundnosociety.IknownotwhatattractionIpossessforthepeople,somanyofthemlikeme,andattachthemselvestome;andthenIfeelsorrywhentheroadwepursuetogethergoesonlyashortdistance.Ifyouinquirewhatthepeoplearelikehere,Imustanswer,"Thesameaseverywhere."Thehumanraceisbutamonotonousaffair.Mostofthemlabourthegreaterpartoftheirtimeformeresubsistence;andthescantyportionoffreedomwhichremainsto

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    themsotroublesthemthattheyuseeveryexertiontogetridofit.Oh,thedestinyofman!

    Buttheyarearightgoodsortofpeople.IfIoccasionallyforgetmyself,andtakepartintheinnocentpleasureswhicharenotyetforbiddentothepeasantry,andenjoymyself,forinstance,withgenuinefreedomandsincerity,roundawell-coveredtable,orarrangeanexcursionoradanceopportunely,andsoforth,allthisproducesagoodeffectuponmydisposition;onlyImustforgetthatthereliedormantwithinmesomanyotherqualitieswhichmoulderuselessly,andwhichIamobligedtokeepcarefullyconcealed.Ah!thisthoughtaffectsmyspiritsfearfully.Andyettobemisunderstoodisthefateofthelikeofus.

    Alas,thatthefriendofmyyouthisgone!Alas,thatIeverknewher!Imightsaytomyself,"Youareadreamertoseekwhatisnottobefoundherebelow."Butshehasbeenmine.Ihavepossessedthatheart,thatnoblesoul,inwhosepresenceIseemedtobemorethanIreallywas,becauseIwasallthatIcouldbe.Goodheavens!didthenasinglepowerofmysoulremainunexercised?InherpresencecouldInotdisplay,toitsfullextent,thatmysteriousfeelingwithwhichmyheartembracesnature?Wasnotourintercourseaperpetualwebofthefinestemotions,ofthekeenestwit,thevarietiesofwhich,evenintheirveryeccentricity,

    borethestampofgenius?Alas!thefewyearsbywhichshewasmyseniorbroughthertothegravebeforeme.NevercanIforgetherfirmmindorherheavenlypatience.

    AfewdaysagoImetacertainyoungV--,afrank,openfellow,withamostpleasingcountenance.Hehasjustlefttheuniversity,doesnotdeemhimselfoverwise,butbelievesheknowsmorethanotherpeople.Hehasworkedhard,asIcanperceivefrommanycircumstances,and,inshort,possessesalargestockofinformation.WhenheheardthatIamdrawingagooddeal,andthatIknowGreek(twowonderfulthingsforthispartofthecountry),hecametoseeme,anddisplayedhiswholestoreoflearning,fromBatteauxtoWood,fromDePilestoWinkelmann:heassuredmehehadread

    throughthefirstpartofSultzer'stheory,andalsopossessedamanuscriptofHeyne'sworkonthestudyoftheantique.Ialloweditalltopass.

    Ihavebecomeacquainted,also,withaveryworthyperson,thedistrictjudge,afrankandopen-heartedman.Iamtolditisamostdelightfulthingtoseehiminthemidstofhischildren,ofwhomhehasnine.Hiseldestdaughterespeciallyishighlyspokenof.Hehasinvitedmetogoandseehim,andIintendtodosoonthefirstopportunity.Helivesatoneoftheroyalhunting-lodges,whichcanbereachedfromhereinanhourandahalfbywalking,andwhichheobtainedleavetoinhabitafterthelossofhiswife,asitissopainfultohimtoresideintownandatthecourt.

    Therehavealsocomeinmywayafewotheroriginalsofaquestionablesort,whoareinallrespectsundesirable,andmostintolerableintheirdemonstrationoffriendship.Good-bye.Thisletterwillpleaseyou:itisquitehistorical.

    MAY22.

    Thatthelifeofmanisbutadream,manyamanhassurmisedheretofore;andI,too,ameverywherepursuedbythisfeeling.

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    WhenIconsiderthenarrowlimitswithinwhichouractiveandinquiringfacultiesareconfined;whenIseehowallourenergiesarewastedinprovidingformerenecessities,whichagainhavenofurtherendthantoprolongawretchedexistence;andthenthatalloursatisfactionconcerningcertainsubjectsofinvestigationendsinnothingbetterthanapassiveresignation,whilstweamuseourselvespaintingourprison-wallswithbrightfiguresandbrilliantlandscapes,--whenIconsiderallthis,Wilhelm,Iamsilent.Iexaminemyownbeing,andfindthereaworld,butaworldratherofimaginationanddimdesires,thanofdistinctnessandlivingpower.Theneverythingswimsbeforemysenses,andIsmileanddreamwhilepursuingmywaythroughtheworld.

    Alllearnedprofessorsanddoctorsareagreedthatchildrendonotcomprehendthecauseoftheirdesires;butthatthegrown-upshouldwanderaboutthisearthlikechildren,withoutknowingwhencetheycome,orwhithertheygo,influencedaslittlebyfixedmotives,butguidedlikethembybiscuits,sugar-plums,andtherod,--thisiswhatnobodyiswillingtoacknowledge;andyetIthinkitispalpable.

    Iknowwhatyouwillsayinreply;forIamreadytoadmitthattheyarehappiest,who,likechildren,amusethemselveswiththeirplaythings,dressandundresstheirdolls,andattentivelywatch

    thecupboard,wheremammahaslockeduphersweetthings,and,whenatlasttheygetadeliciousmorsel,eatitgreedily,andexclaim,"More!"Thesearecertainlyhappybeings;butothersalsoareobjectsofenvy,whodignifytheirpaltryemployments,andsometimeseventheirpassions,withpompoustitles,representingthemtomankindasgiganticachievementsperformedfortheirwelfareandglory.Butthemanwhohumblyacknowledgesthevanityofallthis,whoobserveswithwhatpleasurethethrivingcitizenconvertshislittlegardenintoaparadise,andhowpatientlyeventhepoormanpursueshiswearywayunderhisburden,andhowallwishequallytobeholdthelightofthesunalittlelonger,--yes,suchamanisatpeace,andcreateshisownworldwithinhimself;andheisalsohappy,becauseheisaman.Andthen,howeverlimitedhis

    sphere,hestillpreservesinhisbosomthesweetfeelingofliberty,andknowsthathecanquithisprisonwheneverhelikes.

    MAY26.

    Youknowofoldmywaysofsettlinganywhere,ofselectingalittlecottageinsomecosyspot,andofputtingupinitwitheveryinconvenience.Here,too,Ihavediscoveredsuchasnug,comfortableplace,whichpossessespeculiarcharmsforme.

    AboutaleaguefromthetownisaplacecalledWalheim.(Thereaderneednottakethetroubletolookfortheplacethusdesignated.Wehavefounditnecessarytochangethenamesgivenintheoriginal.)

    Itisdelightfullysituatedonthesideofahill;and,byproceedingalongoneofthefootpathswhichleadoutofthevillage,youcanhaveaviewofthewholevalley.Agoodoldwomanlivesthere,whokeepsasmallinn.Shesellswine,beer,andcoffee,andischeerfulandpleasantnotwithstandingherage.Thechiefcharmofthisspotconsistsintwolinden-trees,spreadingtheirenormousbranchesoverthelittlegreenbeforethechurch,whichisentirelysurroundedbypeasants'cottages,barns,andhomesteads.Ihaveseldomseenaplacesoretiredandpeaceable;andthereoftenhavemytableandchairbroughtoutfromthelittleinn,anddrinkmy

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    coffeethere,andreadmyHomer.Accidentbroughtmetothespotonefineafternoon,andIfounditperfectlydeserted.Everybodywasinthefieldsexceptalittleboyaboutfouryearsofage,whowassittingontheground,andheldbetweenhiskneesachildaboutsixmonthsold:hepressedittohisbosomwithbotharms,whichthusformedasortofarm-chair;and,notwithstandingthelivelinesswhichsparkledinitsblackeyes,itremainedperfectlystill.Thesightcharmedme.Isatdownuponaploughopposite,andsketchedwithgreatdelightthislittlepictureofbrotherlytenderness.Iaddedtheneighbouringhedge,thebarn-door,andsomebrokencart-wheels,justastheyhappenedtolie;andIfoundinaboutanhourthatIhadmadeaverycorrectandinterestingdrawing,withoutputtingintheslightestthingofmyown.Thisconfirmedmeinmyresolutionofadhering,forthefuture,entirelytonature.Shealoneisinexhaustible,andcapableofformingthegreatestmasters.Muchmaybeallegedinfavourofrules,asmuchmaybelikewiseadvancedinfavourofthelawsofsociety:anartistformeduponthemwillneverproduceanythingabsolutelybadordisgusting;asamanwhoobservesthelaws,andobeysdecorum,canneverbeanabsolutelyintolerableneighbour,noradecidedvillain:butyet,saywhatyouwillofrules,theydestroythegenuinefeelingofnature,aswellasitstrueexpression.Donottellme"thatthisistoohard,thattheyonlyrestrainandprunesuperfluousbranches,etc."Mygoodfriend,Iwillillustrate

    thisbyananalogy.Thesethingsresemblelove.Awarmheartedyouthbecomesstronglyattachedtoamaiden:hespendseveryhourofthedayinhercompany,wearsouthishealth,andlavisheshisfortune,toaffordcontinualproofthatheiswhollydevotedtoher.Thencomesamanoftheworld,amanofplaceandrespectability,andaddresseshimthus:"Mygoodyoungfriend,loveisnatural;butyoumustlovewithinbounds.Divideyourtime:devoteaportiontobusiness,andgivethehoursofrecreationtoyourmistress.Calculateyourfortune;andoutofthesuperfluityyoumaymakeherapresent,onlynottoooften,--onherbirthday,andsuchoccasions."Pursuingthisadvice,hemaybecomeausefulmemberofsociety,andIshouldadviseeveryprincetogivehimanappointment;butitisallupwithhislove,andwithhisgenius

    ifhebeanartist.Omyfriend!whyisitthatthetorrentofgeniussoseldomburstsforth,soseldomrollsinfull-flowingstream,overwhelmingyourastoundedsoul?Because,oneithersideofthisstream,coldandrespectablepersonshavetakenuptheirabodes,and,forsooth,theirsummer-housesandtulip-bedswouldsufferfromthetorrent;whereforetheydigtrenches,andraiseembankmentsbetimes,inordertoaverttheimpendingdanger.

    MAY27.

    IfindIhavefallenintoraptures,declamation,andsimiles,andhaveforgotten,inconsequence,totellyouwhatbecameofthechildren.Absorbedinmyartisticcontemplations,whichIbriefly

    describedinmyletterofyesterday,Icontinuedsittingontheploughfortwohours.Towardeveningayoungwoman,withabasketonherarm,camerunningtowardthechildren,whohadnotmovedallthattime.Sheexclaimedfromadistance,"Youareagoodboy,Philip!"Shegavemegreeting:Ireturnedit,rose,andapproachedher.Iinquiredifshewerethemotherofthoseprettychildren."Yes,"shesaid;and,givingtheeldestapieceofbread,shetookthelittleoneinherarmsandkisseditwithamother'stenderness."IleftmychildinPhilip'scare,"shesaid,"whilstIwentintothetownwithmyeldestboytobuysomewheaten

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    bread,somesugar,andanearthenpot."Isawthevariousarticlesinthebasket,fromwhichthecoverhadfallen."Ishallmakesomebrothto-nightformylittleHans(whichwasthenameoftheyoungest):thatwildfellow,thebigone,brokemypotyesterday,whilsthewasscramblingwithPhilipforwhatremainedofthecontents."Iinquiredfortheeldest;andshebadscarcelytimetotellmethathewasdrivingacoupleofgeesehomefromthemeadow,whenheranup,andhandedPhilipanosier-twig.Italkedalittlelongerwiththewoman,andfoundthatshewasthedaughteroftheschoolmaster,andthatherhusbandwasgoneonajourneyintoSwitzerlandforsomemoneyarelationhadlefthim."Theywantedtocheathim,"shesaid,"andwouldnotanswerhisletters;soheisgonetherehimself.Ihopehehasmetwithnoaccident,asIhaveheardnothingofhimsincehisdeparture."Ileftthewoman,withregret,givingeachofthechildrenakreutzer,withanadditionalonefortheyoungest,tobuysomewheatenbreadforhisbrothwhenshewenttotownnext;andsoweparted.Iassureyou,mydearfriend,whenmythoughtsareallintumult,thesightofsuchacreatureasthistranquillisesmydisturbedmind.Shemovesinahappythoughtlessnesswithintheconfinedcircleofherexistence;shesuppliesherwantsfromdaytoday;and,whensheseestheleavesfall,theyraisenootherideainhermindthanthatwinterisapproaching.SincethattimeIhavegoneouttherefrequently.Thechildrenhavebecomequitefamiliarwithme;and

    eachgetsalumpofsugarwhenIdrinkmycoffee,andtheysharemymilkandbreadandbutterintheevening.TheyalwaysreceivetheirkreutzeronSundays,forthegoodwomanhasorderstogiveittothemwhenIdonotgothereaftereveningservice.Theyarequiteathomewithme,tellmeeverything;andIamparticularlyamusedwithobservingtheirtempers,andthesimplicityoftheirbehaviour,whensomeoftheothervillagechildrenareassembledwiththem.

    Ithasgivenmeadealoftroubletosatisfytheanxietyofthemother,lest(asshesays)"theyshouldinconveniencethegentleman."

    MAY30.

    WhatIhavelatelysaidofpaintingisequallytruewithrespecttopoetry.Itisonlynecessaryforustoknowwhatisreallyexcellent,andventuretogiveitexpression;andthatissayingmuchinfewwords.To-dayIhavehadascene,which,ifliterallyrelated,would,makethemostbeautifulidylintheworld.ButwhyshouldItalkofpoetryandscenesandidyls?Canwenevertakepleasureinnaturewithouthavingrecoursetoart?

    Ifyouexpectanythinggrandormagnificentfromthisintroduction,youwillbesadlymistaken.Itrelatesmerelytoapeasant-lad,whohasexcitedinmethewarmestinterest.Asusual,Ishalltellmystorybadly;andyou,asusual,willthinkmeextravagant.

    ItisWalheimoncemore--alwaysWalheim--whichproducesthesewonderfulphenomena.

    Apartyhadassembledoutsidethehouseunderthelinden-trees,todrinkcoffee.Thecompanydidnotexactlypleaseme;and,underonepretextoranother,Ilingeredbehind.

    Apeasantcamefromanadjoininghouse,andsettoworkarrangingsomepartofthesameploughwhichIhadlatelysketched.Hisappearancepleasedme;andIspoketohim,inquiredabouthis

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    circumstances,madehisacquaintance,and,asismywontwithpersonsofthatclass,wassoonadmittedintohisconfidence.Hesaidhewasintheserviceofayoungwidow,whosetgreatstorebyhim.Hespokesomuchofhismistress,andpraisedhersoextravagantly,thatIcouldsoonseehewasdesperatelyinlovewithher."Sheisnolongeryoung,"hesaid:"andshewastreatedsobadlybyherformerhusbandthatshedoesnotmeantomarryagain."Fromhisaccountitwassoevidentwhatincomparablecharmsshepossessedforhim,andhowardentlyhewishedshewouldselecthimtoextinguishtherecollectionofherfirsthusband'smisconduct,thatIshouldhavetorepeathisownwordsinordertodescribethedepthofthepoorfellow'sattachment,truth,anddevotion.Itwould,infact,requirethegiftsofagreatpoettoconveytheexpressionofhisfeatures,theharmonyofhisvoice,andtheheavenlyfireofhiseye.Nowordscanportraythetendernessofhiseverymovementandofeveryfeature:noeffortofminecoulddojusticetothescene.HisalarmlestIshouldmisconceivehispositionwithregardtohismistress,orquestiontheproprietyofherconduct,touchedmeparticularly.Thecharmingmannerwithwhichhedescribedherformandperson,which,withoutpossessingthegracesofyouth,wonandattachedhimtoher,isinexpressible,andmustbelefttotheimagination.Ihaveneverinmylifewitnessedorfanciedorconceivedthepossibilityofsuchintensedevotion,suchardentaffections,unitedwithsomuch

    purity.DonotblamemeifIsaythattherecollectionofthisinnocenceandtruthisdeeplyimpresseduponmyverysoul;thatthispictureoffidelityandtendernesshauntsmeeverywhere;andthatmyownheart,asthoughenkindledbytheflame,glowsandburnswithinme.

    ImeannowtotryandseeherassoonasIcan:orperhaps,onsecondthoughts,Ihadbetternot;itisbetterIshouldbeholdherthroughtheeyesofherlover.Tomysight,perhaps,shewouldnotappearasshenowstandsbeforeme;andwhyshouldIdestroysosweetapicture?

    JUNE16.

    "WhydoInotwritetoyou?"Youlayclaimtolearning,andasksuchaquestion.YoushouldhaveguessedthatIamwell--thatistosay--inaword,Ihavemadeanacquaintancewhohaswonmyheart:Ihave--Iknownot.

    TogiveyouaregularaccountofthemannerinwhichIhavebecomeacquaintedwiththemostamiableofwomenwouldbeadifficulttask.Iamahappyandcontentedmortal,butapoorhistorian.

    Anangel!Nonsense!Everybodysodescribeshismistress;andyetIfinditimpossibletotellyouhowperfectsheis,orwhysheissoperfect:sufficeittosayshehascaptivatedallmysenses.

    Somuchsimplicitywithsomuchunderstanding--somild,andyetsoresolute--amindsoplacid,andalifesoactive.

    Butallthisisuglybalderdash,whichexpressesnotasinglecharacternorfeature.Someothertime--butno,notsomeothertime,now,thisveryinstant,willItellyouallaboutit.Nowornever.Well,betweenourselves,sinceIcommencedmyletter,Ihavebeenthreetimesonthepointofthrowingdownmypen,oforderingmyhorse,andridingout.AndyetIvowedthismorning

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    thatIwouldnotrideto-day,andyeteverymomentIamrushingtothewindowtoseehowhighthesunis.

    Icouldnotrestrainmyself--gotoherImust.Ihavejustreturned,Wilhelm;andwhilstIamtakingsupperIwillwritetoyou.Whatadelightitwasformysoultoseeherinthemidstofherdear,beautifulchildren,--eightbrothersandsisters!

    But,ifIproceedthus,youwillbenowiserattheendofmyletterthanyouwereatthebeginning.Attend,then,andIwillcompelmyselftogiveyouthedetails.

    ImentionedtoyoutheotherdaythatIhadbecomeacquaintedwithS--,thedistrictjudge,andthathehadinvitedmetogoandvisithiminhisretirement,orratherinhislittlekingdom.ButIneglectedgoing,andperhapsshouldneverhavegone,ifchancehadnotdiscoveredtomethetreasurewhichlayconcealedinthatretiredspot.Someofouryoungpeoplehadproposedgivingaballinthecountry,atwhichIconsentedtobepresent.Iofferedmyhandfortheeveningtoaprettyandagreeable,butrathercommonplace,sortofgirlfromtheimmediateneighbourhood;anditwasagreedthatIshouldengageacarriage,andcalluponCharlotte,withmypartnerandheraunt,toconveythemtotheball.Mycompanioninformedme,aswedrovealongthroughtheparktothehunting-lodge,

    thatIshouldmaketheacquaintanceofaverycharmingyounglady."Takecare,"addedtheaunt,"thatyoudonotloseyourheart.""Why?"saidI."Becausesheisalreadyengagedtoaveryworthyman,"shereplied,"whoisgonetosettlehisaffairsuponthedeathofhisfather,andwillsucceedtoaveryconsiderableinheritance."Thisinformationpossessednointerestforme.Whenwearrivedatthegate,thesunwassettingbehindthetopsofthemountains.Theatmospherewasheavy;andtheladiesexpressedtheirfearsofanapproachingstorm,asmassesoflowblackcloudsweregatheringinthehorizon.Irelievedtheiranxietiesbypretendingtobeweather-wise,althoughImyselfhadsomeapprehensionslestourpleasureshouldbeinterrupted.

    Ialighted;andamaidcametothedoor,andrequestedustowaitamomentforhermistress.Iwalkedacrossthecourttoawell-builthouse,and,ascendingtheflightofstepsinfront,openedthedoor,andsawbeforemethemostcharmingspectacleIhadeverwitnessed.Sixchildren,fromeleventotwoyearsold,wererunningaboutthehall,andsurroundingaladyofmiddleheight,withalovelyfigure,dressedinarobeofsimplewhite,trimmedwithpinkribbons.Shewasholdingaryeloafinherhand,andwascuttingslicesforthelittleonesallaround,inproportiontotheirageandappetite.Sheperformedhertaskinagracefulandaffectionatemanner;eachclaimantawaitinghisturnwithoutstretchedhands,andboisterouslyshoutinghisthanks.Someofthemranawayatonce,toenjoytheireveningmeal;whilstothers,ofagentlerdisposition,retiredto

    thecourtyardtoseethestrangers,andtosurveythecarriageinwhichtheirCharlottewastodriveaway."Prayforgivemeforgivingyouthetroubletocomeforme,andforkeepingtheladieswaiting:butdressing,andarrangingsomehouseholddutiesbeforeIleave,hadmademeforgetmychildren'ssupper;andtheydonotliketotakeitfromanyonebutme."Iutteredsomeindifferentcompliment:butmywholesoulwasabsorbedbyherair,hervoice,hermanner;andIhadscarcelyrecoveredmyselfwhensheranintoherroomtofetchherglovesandfan.Theyoungonesthrewinquiringglancesatmefromadistance;whilstIapproachedtheyoungest,

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    amostdeliciouslittlecreature.Hedrewback;andCharlotte,enteringattheverymoment,said,"Louis,shakehandswithyourcousin."Thelittlefellowobeyedwillingly;andIcouldnotresistgivinghimaheartykiss,notwithstandinghisratherdirtyface."Cousin,"saidItoCharlotte,asIhandedherdown,"doyouthinkIdeservethehappinessofbeingrelatedtoyou?"Shereplied,withareadysmile,"Oh!Ihavesuchanumberofcousins,thatIshouldbesorryifyouwerethemostundeservingofthem."Intakingleave,shedesiredhernextsister,Sophy,agirlaboutelevenyearsold,totakegreatcareofthechildren,andtosaygood-byetopapaforherwhenhecamehomefromhisride.SheenjoinedtothelittleonestoobeytheirsisterSophyastheywouldherself,uponwhichsomepromisedthattheywould;butalittlefair-hairedgirl,aboutsixyearsold,lookeddiscontented,andsaid,"ButSophyisnotyou,Charlotte;andwelikeyoubest."Thetwoeldestboyshadclamberedupthecarriage;and,atmyrequest,shepermittedthemtoaccompanyusalittlewaythroughtheforest,upontheirpromisingtositverystill,andholdfast.

    Wewerehardlyseated,andtheladieshadscarcelyexchangedcompliments,makingtheusualremarksuponeachother'sdress,anduponthecompanytheyexpectedtomeet,whenCharlottestoppedthecarriage,andmadeherbrothersgetdown.Theyinsisteduponkissingherhandsoncemore;whichtheeldestdidwithallthe

    tendernessofayouthoffifteen,buttheotherinalighterandmorecarelessmanner.Shedesiredthemagaintogiveherlovetothechildren,andwedroveoff.

    TheauntinquiredofCharlottewhethershehadfinishedthebookshehadlastsenther."No,"saidCharlotte;"Ididnotlikeit:youcanhaveitagain.Andtheonebeforewasnotmuchbetter."Iwassurprised,uponaskingthetitle,tohearthatitwas____.(Wefeelobligedtosuppressthepassageintheletter,topreventanyonefromfeelingaggrieved;althoughnoauthorneedpaymuchattentiontotheopinionofameregirl,orthatofanunsteadyyoungman.)

    Ifoundpenetrationandcharacterineverythingshesaid:everyexpressionseemedtobrightenherfeatureswithnewcharms,--withnewraysofgenius,--whichunfoldedbydegrees,asshefeltherselfunderstood.

    "WhenIwasyounger,"sheobserved,"Ilovednothingsomuchasromances.Nothingcouldequalmydelightwhen,onsomeholiday,Icouldsettledownquietlyinacorner,andenterwithmywholeheartandsoulintothejoysorsorrowsofsomefictitiousLeonora.Idonotdenythattheyevenpossesssomecharmsformeyet.ButIreadsoseldom,thatIpreferbookssuitedexactlytomytaste.AndIlikethoseauthorsbestwhosescenesdescribemyownsituationinlife,--andthefriendswhoareaboutme,whosestoriestouch

    mewithinterest,fromresemblingmyownhomelyexistence,--which,withoutbeingabsolutelyparadise,is,onthewhole,asourceofindescribablehappiness."

    Iendeavouredtoconcealtheemotionwhichthesewordsoccasioned,butitwasofslightavail;for,whenshehadexpressedsotrulyheropinionof"TheVicarofWakefield,"andofotherworks,thenamesofwhichIomit(Thoughthenamesareomitted,yettheauthorsmentioneddeserveCharlotte'sapprobation,andwillfeelitintheirheartswhentheyreadthispassage.Itconcernsnoother

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    person.),Icouldnolongercontainmyself,butgavefullutterancetowhatIthoughtofit:anditwasnotuntilCharlottehadaddressedherselftothetwootherladies,thatIrememberedtheirpresence,andobservedthemsittingmutewithastonishment.Theauntlookedatmeseveraltimeswithanairofraillery,which,however,Ididnotatallmind.

    Wetalkedofthepleasuresofdancing."Ifitisafaulttoloveit,"saidCharlotte,"IamreadytoconfessthatIprizeitaboveallotheramusements.Ifanythingdisturbsme,Igotothepiano,playanairtowhichIhavedanced,andallgoesrightagaindirectly."

    You,whoknowme,canfancyhowsteadfastlyIgazeduponherrichdarkeyesduringtheseremarks,howmyverysoulgloatedoverherwarmlipsandfresh,glowingcheeks,howIbecamequitelostinthedelightfulmeaningofherwords,somuchso,thatIscarcelyheardtheactualexpressions.Inshort,Ialightedfromthecarriagelikeapersoninadream,andwassolosttothedimworldaroundme,thatIscarcelyheardthemusicwhichresoundedfromtheilluminatedballroom.

    ThetwoMessrs.AndranandacertainN.N.(Icannottroublemyselfwiththenames),whoweretheaunt'sandCharlotte'spartners,

    receivedusatthecarriage-door,andtookpossessionoftheirladies,whilstIfollowedwithmine.

    Wecommencedwithaminuet.Iledoutoneladyafteranother,andpreciselythosewhowerethemostdisagreeablecouldnotbringthemselvestoleaveoff.CharlotteandherpartnerbegananEnglishcountrydance,andyoumustimaginemydelightwhenitwastheirturntodancethefigurewithus.YoushouldseeCharlottedance.Shedanceswithherwholeheartandsoul:herfigureisallharmony,elegance,andgrace,asifshewereconsciousofnothingelse,andhadnootherthoughtorfeeling;and,doubtless,forthemoment,everyothersensationisextinct.

    Shewasengagedforthesecondcountrydance,butpromisedmethethird,andassuredme,withthemostagreeablefreedom,thatshewasveryfondofwaltzing."Itisthecustomhere,"shesaid,"forthepreviouspartnerstowaltztogether;butmypartnerisanindifferentwaltzer,andwillfeeldelightedifIsavehimthetrouble.Yourpartnerisnotallowedtowaltz,and,indeed,isequallyincapable:butIobservedduringthecountrydancethatyouwaltzwell;so,ifyouwillwaltzwithme,Ibegyouwouldproposeittomypartner,andIwillproposeittoyours."Weagreed,anditwasarrangedthatourpartnersshouldmutuallyentertaineachother.

    Wesetoff,and,atfirst,delightedourselveswiththeusual

    gracefulmotionsofthearms.Withwhatgrace,withwhatease,shemoved!Whenthewaltzcommenced,andthedancerswhirledaroundeachotherinthegiddymaze,therewassomeconfusion,owingtotheincapacityofsomeofthedancers.Wejudiciouslyremainedstill,allowingtheotherstowearythemselves;and,whentheawkwarddancershadwithdrawn,wejoinedin,andkeptitupfamouslytogetherwithoneothercouple,--Andranandhispartner.NeverdidIdancemorelightly.Ifeltmyselfmorethanmortal,holdingthisloveliestofcreaturesinmyarms,flying,withherasrapidlyasthewind,tillIlostsightofeveryotherobject;

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    andOWilhelm,Ivowedatthatmoment,thatamaidenwhomIloved,orforwhomIfelttheslightestattachment,never,nevershouldwaltzwithanyoneelsebutwithme,ifIwenttoperditionforit!--youwillunderstandthis.

    Wetookafewturnsintheroomtorecoverourbreath.Charlottesatdown,andfeltrefreshedbypartakingofsomeorangeswhichIhadhadsecured,--theonlyonesthathadbeenleft;butateveryslicewhich,frompoliteness,sheofferedtoherneighbours,Ifeltasthoughadaggerwentthroughmyheart.

    Wewerethesecondcoupleinthethirdcountrydance.Asweweregoingdown(andHeavenknowswithwhatecstasyIgazedatherarmsandeyes,beamingwiththesweetestfeelingofpureandgenuineenjoyment),wepassedaladywhomIhadnoticedforhercharmingexpressionofcountenance;althoughshewasnolongeryoung.ShelookedatCharlottewithasmile,then,holdingupherfingerinathreateningattitude,repeatedtwiceinaverysignificanttoneofvoicethenameof"Albert."

    "WhoisAlbert,"saidItoCharlotte,"ifitisnotimpertinenttoask?"Shewasabouttoanswer,whenwewereobligedtoseparate,inordertoexecuteafigureinthedance;and,aswecrossedoveragaininfrontofeachother,Iperceivedshelookedsomewhat

    pensive."WhyneedIconcealitfromyou?"shesaid,asshegavemeherhandforthepromenade."Albertisaworthyman,towhomIamengaged."Now,therewasnothingnewtomeinthis(forthegirlshadtoldmeofitontheway);butitwassofarnewthatIhadnotthoughtofitinconnectionwithherwhom,insoshortatime,Ihadlearnedtoprizesohighly.Enough,Ibecameconfused,gotoutinthefigure,andoccasionedgeneralconfusion;sothatitrequiredallCharlotte'spresenceofmindtosetmerightbypullingandpushingmeintomyproperplace.

    Thedancewasnotyetfinishedwhenthelightningwhichhadforsometimebeenseeninthehorizon,andwhichIhadassertedtoproceedentirelyfromheat,grewmoreviolent;andthethunderwas

    heardabovethemusic.Whenanydistressorterrorsurprisesusinthemidstofouramusements,itnaturallymakesadeeperimpressionthanatothertimes,eitherbecausethecontrastmakesusmorekeenlysusceptible,orratherperhapsbecauseoursensesarethenmoreopentoimpressions,andtheshockisconsequentlystronger.TothiscauseImustascribethefrightandshrieksoftheladies.Onesagaciouslysatdowninacornerwithherbacktothewindow,andheldherfingerstoherears;asecondkneltdownbeforeher,andhidherfaceinherlap;athirdthrewherselfbetweenthem,andembracedhersisterwithathousandtears;someinsistedongoinghome;others,unconsciousoftheiractions,wantedsufficientpresenceofmindtorepresstheimpertinenceoftheiryoungpartners,whosoughttodirecttothemselvesthosesighswhichthelipsof

    ouragitatedbeautiesintendedforheaven.Someofthegentlemenhadgonedown-stairstosmokeaquietcigar,andtherestofthecompanygladlyembracedahappysuggestionofthehostesstoretireintoanotherroomwhichwasprovidedwithshuttersandcurtains.Wehadhardlygotthere,whenCharlotteplacedthechairsinacircle;and,whenthecompanyhadsatdownincompliancewithherrequest,sheforthwithproposedaroundgame.

    Inoticedsomeofthecompanypreparetheirmouthsanddrawthemselvesupattheprospectofsomeagreeableforfeit."Letus

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    playatcounting,"saidCharlotte."Now,payattention:Ishallgoroundthecirclefromrighttoleft;andeachpersonistocount,oneaftertheother,thenumberthatcomestohim,andmustcountfast;whoeverstopsormistakesistohaveaboxontheear,andsoon,tillwehavecountedathousand."Itwasdelightfultoseethefun.Shewentroundthecirclewithupraisedarm."One,"saidthefirst;"two,"thesecond;"three,"thethird;andsoon,tillCharlottewentfasterandfaster.Onemadeamistake,instantlyaboxontheear;and,amidthelaughterthatensued,cameanotherbox;andsoon,fasterandfaster.Imyselfcameinfortwo.Ifanciedtheywereharderthantherest,andfeltquitedelighted.Agenerallaughterandconfusionputanendtothegamelongbeforewehadcountedasfarasathousand.Thepartybrokeupintolittleseparateknots:thestormhadceased,andIfollowedCharlotteintotheballroom.Onthewayshesaid,"Thegamebanishedtheirfearsofthestorm."Icouldmakenoreply."Imyself,"shecontinued,"wasasmuchfrightenedasanyofthem;butbyaffectingcourage,tokeepupthespiritsoftheothers,Iforgotmyapprehensions."Wewenttothewindow.Itwasstillthunderingatadistance:asoftrainwaspouringdownoverthecountry,andfilledtheairarounduswithdeliciousodours.Charlotteleanedforwardonherarm;hereyeswanderedoverthescene;sheraisedthemtothesky,andthenturnedthemuponme;theyweremoistenedwithtears;sheplacedherhandonmineandsaid,

    "Klopstock!"atonceIrememberedthemagnificentodewhichwasinherthoughts:Ifeltoppressedwiththeweightofmysensations,andsankunderthem.ItwasmorethanIcouldbear.Ibentoverherhand,kisseditinastreamofdelicioustears,andagainlookeduptohereyes.DivineKlopstock!whydidstthounotseethyapotheosisinthoseeyes?Andthynamesooftenprofaned,wouldthatIneverhearditrepeated!

    JUNE19.

    InolongerrememberwhereIstoppedinmynarrative:IonlyknowitwastwointhemorningwhenIwenttobed;andifyouhadbeenwithme,thatImighthavetalkedinsteadofwritingtoyou,I

    should,inallprobability,havekeptyouuptilldaylight.

    IthinkIhavenotyetrelatedwhathappenedaswerodehomefromtheball,norhaveItimetotellyounow.Itwasamostmagnificentsunrise:thewholecountrywasrefreshed,andtherainfelldropbydropfromthetreesintheforest.Ourcompanionswereasleep.CharlotteaskedmeifIdidnotwishtosleepalso,andbeggedofmenottomakeanyceremonyonheraccount.Lookingsteadfastlyather,Ianswered,"AslongasIseethoseeyesopen,thereisnofearofmyfallingasleep."Webothcontinuedawaketillwereachedherdoor.Themaidopeneditsoftly,andassuredher,inanswertoherinquiries,thatherfatherandthechildrenwerewell,andstillsleeping.Ileftheraskingpermissiontovisit

    herinthecourseoftheday.Sheconsented,andIwent,and,sincethattime,sun,moon,andstarsmaypursuetheircourse:Iknownotwhetheritisdayornight;thewholeworldisnothingtome.

    JUNE21.

    MydaysareashappyasthosereservedbyGodforhiselect;and,whateverbemyfatehereafter,IcanneversaythatIhavenottastedjoy,--thepurestjoyoflife.YouknowWalheim.Iam

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    nowcompletelysettledthere.InthatspotIamonlyhalfaleaguefromCharlotte;andthereIenjoymyself,andtasteallthepleasurewhichcanfalltothelotofman.

    LittledidIimagine,whenIselectedWalheimformypedestrianexcursions,thatallheavenlaysonearit.Howofteninmywanderingsfromthehillsideorfromthemeadowsacrosstheriver,haveIbeheldthishunting-lodge,whichnowcontainswithinitallthejoyofmyheart!

    Ihaveoften,mydearWilhelm,reflectedontheeagernessmenfeeltowanderandmakenewdiscoveries,anduponthatsecretimpulsewhichafterwardinclinesthemtoreturntotheirnarrowcircle,conformtothelawsofcustom,andembarrassthemselvesnolongerwithwhatpassesaroundthem.

    Itissostrangehow,whenIcameherefirst,andgazeduponthatlovelyvalleyfromthehillside,Ifeltcharmedwiththeentirescenesurroundingme.Thelittlewoodopposite--howdelightfultositunderitsshade!Howfinetheviewfromthatpointofrock!Then,thatdelightfulchainofhills,andtheexquisitevalleysattheirfeet!CouldIbutwanderandlosemyselfamongstthem!Iwent,andreturnedwithoutfindingwhatIwished.Distance,myfriend,islikefuturity.Adimvastnessisspreadbeforeour

    souls:theperceptionsofourmindareasobscureasthoseofourvision;andwedesireearnestlytosurrenderupourwholebeing,thatitmaybefilledwiththecompleteandperfectblissofonegloriousemotion.Butalas!whenwehaveattainedourobject,whenthedistanttherebecomesthepresenthere,allischanged:weareaspoorandcircumscribedasever,andoursoulsstilllanguishforunattainablehappiness.

    Sodoestherestlesstravellerpantforhisnativesoil,andfindinhisowncottage,inthearmsofhiswife,intheaffectionsofhischildren,andinthelabournecessaryfortheirsupport,thathappinesswhichhehadsoughtinvainthroughthewideworld.

    When,inthemorningatsunrise,IgoouttoWalheim,andwithmyownhandsgatherinthegardenthepeasewhicharetoserveformydinner,whenIsitdowntoshellthem,andreadmyHomerduringtheintervals,andthen,selectingasaucepanfromthekitchen,fetchmyownbutter,putmymessonthefire,coveritup,andsitdowntostiritasoccasionrequires,IfiguretomyselftheillustrioussuitorsofPenelope,killing,dressing,andpreparingtheirownoxenandswine.Nothingfillsmewithamorepureandgenuinesenseofhappinessthanthosetraitsofpatriarchallifewhich,thankHeaven!Icanimitatewithoutaffectation.Happyisit,indeed,formethatmyheartiscapableoffeelingthesamesimpleandinnocentpleasureasthepeasantwhosetableiscoveredwithfoodofhisownrearing,andwhonotonlyenjoyshismeal,but

    rememberswithdelightthehappydaysandsunnymorningswhenheplantedit,thesofteveningswhenhewateredit,andthepleasureheexperiencedinwatchingitsdailygrowth.

    JUNE29.

    Thedaybeforeyesterday,thephysiciancamefromthetowntopayavisittothejudge.HefoundmeonthefloorplayingwithCharlotte'schildren.Someofthemwerescramblingoverme,andothersrompedwithme;and,asIcaughtandtickledthem,they

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    madeagreatnoise.Thedoctorisaformalsortofpersonage:headjuststheplaitsofhisruffles,andcontinuallysettleshisfrillwhilstheistalkingtoyou;andhethoughtmyconductbeneaththedignityofasensibleman.Icouldperceivethisbyhiscountenance.ButIdidnotsuffermyselftobedisturbed.Iallowedhimtocontinuehiswiseconversation,whilstIrebuiltthechildren'scardhousesforthemasfastastheythrewthemdown.Hewentaboutthetownafterward,complainingthatthejudge'schildrenwerespoiledenoughbefore,butthatnowWertherwascompletelyruiningthem.

    Yes,mydearWilhelm,nothingonthisearthaffectsmyheartsomuchaschildren.WhenIlookonattheirdoings;whenImarkinthelittlecreaturestheseedsofallthosevirtuesandqualitieswhichtheywillonedayfindsoindispensable;whenIbeholdintheobstinateallthefuturefirmnessandconstancyofanoblecharacter;inthecapricious,thatlevityandgaietyoftemperwhichwillcarrythemlightlyoverthedangersandtroublesoflife,theirwholenaturesimpleandunpolluted,--thenIcalltomindthegoldenwordsoftheGreatTeacherofmankind,"Unlessyebecomelikeoneofthese!"Andnow,myfriend,thesechildren,whoareourequals,whomweoughttoconsiderasourmodels,wetreatthemasthoughtheywereoursubjects.Theyareallowednowilloftheirown.Andhavewe,then,noneourselves?Whencecomes

    ourexclusiveright?Isitbecauseweareolderandmoreexperienced?GreatGod!fromtheheightofthyheaventhoubeholdestgreatchildrenandlittlechildren,andnoothers;andthySonhaslongsincedeclaredwhichaffordtheegreatestpleasure.Buttheybelieveinhim,andhearhimnot,--that,too,isanoldstory;andtheytraintheirchildrenaftertheirownimage,etc.

    Adieu,Wilhelm:Iwillnotfurtherbewildermyselfwiththissubject.

    JULY1.

    TheconsolationCharlottecanbringtoaninvalidIexperiencefrommyownheart,whichsuffersmorefromherabsencethanmany

    apoorcreaturelingeringonabedofsickness.Sheisgonetospendafewdaysinthetownwithaveryworthywoman,whoisgivenoverbythephysicians,andwishestohaveCharlottenearherinherlastmoments.IaccompaniedherlastweekonavisittotheVicarofS--,asmallvillageinthemountains,aboutaleaguehence.Wearrivedaboutfouro'clock:Charlottehadtakenherlittlesisterwithher.Whenweenteredthevicaragecourt,wefoundthegoodoldmansittingonabenchbeforethedoor,undertheshadeoftwolargewalnut-trees.AtthesightofCharlotteheseemedtogainnewlife,rose,forgothisstick,andventuredtowalktowardher.Sherantohim,andmadehimsitdownagain;then,placingherselfbyhisside,shegavehimanumberofmessagesfromherfather,andthencaughtuphisyoungestchild,adirty,

    uglylittlething,thejoyofhisoldage,andkissedit.Iwishyoucouldhavewitnessedherattentiontothisoldman,--howsheraisedhervoiceonaccountofhisdeafness;howshetoldhimofhealthyyoungpeople,whohadbeencarriedoffwhenitwasleastexpected;praisedthevirtuesofCarlsbad,andcommendedhisdeterminationtospendtheensuingsummerthere;andassuredhimthathelookedbetterandstrongerthanhedidwhenshesawhimlast.I,inthemeantime,paidattentiontohisgoodlady.Theoldmanseemedquiteinspirits;andasIcouldnothelpadmiringthebeautyofthewalnut-trees,whichformedsuchanagreeable

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    shadeoverourheads,hebegan,thoughwithsomelittledifficulty,totellustheirhistory."Astotheoldest,"saidhe,"wedonotknowwhoplantedit,--somesayoneclergyman,andsomeanother:buttheyoungerone,therebehindus,isexactlytheageofmywife,fiftyyearsoldnextOctober;herfatherplanteditinthemorning,andintheeveningshecameintotheworld.Mywife'sfatherwasmypredecessorhere,andIcannottellyouhowfondhewasofthattree;anditisfullyasdeartome.Undertheshadeofthatverytree,uponalogofwood,mywifewasseatedknitting,whenI,apoorstudent,cameintothiscourtforthefirsttime,justsevenandtwentyyearsago."Charlotteinquiredforhisdaughter.HesaidshewasgonewithHerrSchmidttothemeadows,andwaswiththehaymakers.Theoldmanthenresumedhisstory,andtoldushowhispredecessorhadtakenafancytohim,ashadhisdaughterlikewise;andhowhehadbecomefirsthiscurate,andsubsequentlyhissuccessor.Hehadscarcelyfinishedhisstorywhenhisdaughterreturnedthroughthegarden,accompaniedbytheabove-mentionedHerrSchmidt.ShewelcomedCharlotteaffectionately,andIconfessIwasmuchtakenwithherappearance.Shewasalively-looking,good-humouredbrunette,quitecompetenttoamuseoneforashorttimeinthecountry.Herlover(forsuchHerrSchmidtevidentlyappearedtobe)wasapolite,reservedpersonage,andwouldnotjoinourconversation,notwithstandingallCharlotte'sendeavourstodrawhimout.Iwasmuchannoyedatobserving,byhiscountenance,

    thathissilencedidnotarisefromwantoftalent,butfromcapriceandill-humour.Thissubsequentlybecameveryevident,whenwesetouttotakeawalk,andFredericajoiningCharlotte,withwhomIwastalking,theworthygentleman'sface,whichwasnaturallyrathersombre,becamesodarkandangrythatCharlottewasobligedtotouchmyarm,andremindmethatIwastalkingtoomuchtoFrederica.Nothingdistressesmemorethantoseementormenteachother;particularlywheninthefloweroftheirage,intheveryseasonofpleasure,theywastetheirfewshortdaysofsunshineinquarrelsanddisputes,andonlyperceivetheirerrorwhenitistoolatetorepairit.Thisthoughtdweltuponmymind;andintheevening,whenwereturnedtothevicar's,andweresittingroundthetablewithourbreadendmilk,theconversationturned

    onthejoysandsorrowsoftheworld,Icouldnotresistthetemptationtoinveighbitterlyagainstill-humour."Weareapt,"saidI,"tocomplain,but-withverylittlecause,thatourhappydaysarefew,andourevildaysmany.IfourheartswerealwaysdisposedtoreceivethebenefitsHeavensendsus,weshouldacquirestrengthtosupportevilwhenitcomes.""But,"observedthevicar'swife,"wecannotalwayscommandourtempers,somuchdependsupontheconstitution:whenthebodysuffers,themindisillatease.""Iacknowledgethat,"Icontinued;"butwemustconsidersuchadispositioninthelightofadisease,andinquirewhetherthereisnoremedyforit."

    "Ishouldbegladtohearone,"saidCharlotte:"atleast,Ithink

    verymuchdependsuponourselves;Iknowitissowithme.Whenanythingannoysme,anddisturbsmytemper,Ihastenintothegarden,humacoupleofcountrydances,anditisallrightwithmedirectly.""ThatiswhatImeant,"Ireplied;"ill-humourresemblesindolence:itisnaturaltous;butifoncewehavecouragetoexertourselves,wefindourworkrunfreshfromourhands,andweexperienceintheactivityfromwhichweshrankarealenjoyment."Fredericalistenedveryattentively:andtheyoungmanobjected,thatwewerenotmastersofourselves,andstilllesssoofourfeelings."Thequestionisaboutadisagreeable

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    feeling,"Iadded,"fromwhicheveryonewouldwillinglyescape,butnoneknowtheirownpowerwithouttrial.Invalidsaregladtoconsultphysicians,andsubmittothemostscrupulousregimen,themostnauseousmedicines,inordertorecovertheirhealth."Iobservedthatthegoodoldmaninclinedhishead,andexertedhimselftohearourdiscourse;soIraisedmyvoice,andaddressedmyselfdirectlytohim."Wepreachagainstagreatmanycrimes,"Iobserved,"butIneverrememberasermondeliveredagainstill-humour.""Thatmaydoverywellforyourtownclergymen,"saidhe:"countrypeopleareneverill-humoured;though,indeed,itmightbeuseful,occasionally,tomywifeforinstance,andthejudge."Wealllaughed,asdidhelikewiseverycordially,tillhefellintoafitofcoughing,whichinterruptedourconversationforatime.HerrSchmidtresumedthesubject."Youcallillhumouracrime,"heremarked,"butIthinkyouusetoostrongaterm.""Notatall,"Ireplied,"ifthatdeservesthenamewhichissopernicioustoourselvesandourneighbours.Isitnotenoughthatwewantthepowertomakeoneanotherhappy,mustwedepriveeachotherofthepleasurewhichwecanallmakeforourselves?Showmethemanwhohasthecouragetohidehisill-humour,whobearsthewholeburdenhimself,withoutdisturbingthepeaceofthosearoundhim.No:ill-humourarisesfromaninwardconsciousnessofourownwantofmerit,fromadiscontentwhicheveraccompaniesthatenvywhichfoolishvanityengenders.Weseepeoplehappy,

    whomwehavenotmadeso,andcannotendurethesight."Charlottelookedatmewithasmile;sheobservedtheemotionwithwhichIspoke:andatearintheeyesofFredericastimulatedmetoproceed."Woeuntothose,"Isaid,"whousetheirpoweroverahumanhearttodestroythesimplepleasuresitwouldnaturallyenjoy!Allthefavours,alltheattentions,intheworldcannotcompensateforthelossofthathappinesswhichacrueltyrannyhasdestroyed."MyheartwasfullasIspoke.Arecollectionofmanythingswhichhadhappenedpresseduponmymind,andfilledmyeyeswithtears."Weshoulddailyrepeattoourselves,"Iexclaimed,"thatweshouldnotinterferewithourfriends,unlesstoleavetheminpossessionoftheirownjoys,andincreasetheirhappinessbysharingitwiththem!Butwhentheirsoulsaretormentedbyaviolentpassion,

    ortheirheartsrentwithgrief,isitinyourpowertoaffordthemtheslightestconsolation?

    "Andwhenthelastfatalmaladyseizesthebeingwhoseuntimelygraveyouhaveprepared,whenshelieslanguidandexhaustedbeforeyou,herdimeyesraisedtoheaven,andthedampofdeathuponherpallidbrow,thereyoustandatherbedsidelikeacondemnedcriminal,withthebitterfeelingthatyourwholefortunecouldnotsaveher;andtheagonisingthoughtwringsyou,thatallyoureffortsarepowerlesstoimpartevenamoment'sstrengthtothedepartingsoul,orquickenherwithatransitoryconsolation."

    AtthesewordstheremembranceofasimilarsceneatwhichIhad

    beenoncepresentfellwithfullforceuponmyheart.Iburiedmyfaceinmyhandkerchief,andhastenedfromtheroom,andwasonlyrecalledtomyrecollectionbyCharlotte'svoice,whoremindedmethatitwastimetoreturnhome.WithwhattendernessshechidmeonthewayforthetooeagerinterestItookineverything!Shedeclareditwoulddomeinjury,andthatIoughttosparemyself.Yes,myangel!Iwilldosoforyoursake.

    JULY6.

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    Sheisstillwithherdyingfriend,andisstillthesamebright,beautifulcreaturewhosepresencesoftenspain,andshedshappinessaroundwhicheverwaysheturns.Shewentoutyesterdaywithherlittlesisters:Iknewit,andwenttomeetthem;andwewalkedtogether.Inaboutanhourandahalfwereturnedtothetown.WestoppedatthespringIamsofondof,andwhichisnowathousandtimesdearertomethanever.Charlotteseatedherselfuponthelowwall,andwegatheredabouther.Ilookedaround,andrecalledthetimewhenmyheartwasunoccupiedandfree."Dearfountain!"Isaid,"sincethattimeIhavenomorecometoenjoycoolreposebythyfreshstream:Ihavepassedtheewithcarelesssteps,andscarcelybestowedaglanceuponthee."Ilookeddown,andobservedCharlotte'slittlesister,Jane,comingupthestepswithaglassofwater.IturnedtowardCharlotte,andIfeltherinfluenceoverme.Janeatthemomentapproachedwiththeglass.Hersister,Marianne,wishedtotakeitfromher."No!"criedthechild,withthesweetestexpressionofface,"Charlottemustdrinkfirst."

    Theaffectionandsimplicitywithwhichthiswasutteredsocharmedme,thatIsoughttoexpressmyfeelingsbycatchingupthechildandkissingherheartily.Shewasfrightened,andbegantocry."Youshouldnotdothat,"saidCharlotte:Ifeltperplexed."Come,Jane,"shecontinued,takingherhand,andleadingherdownthe

    stepsagain,"itisnomatter:washyourselfquicklyinthefreshwater."Istoodandwatchedthem;andwhenIsawthelittledearrubbinghercheekswithherwethands,infullbeliefthatalltheimpuritiescontractedfrommyuglybeardwouldbewashedoffbythemiraculouswater,andhow,thoughCharlottesaiditwoulddo,shecontinuedstilltowashwithallhermight,asthoughshethoughttoomuchwerebetterthantoolittle,Iassureyou,Wilhelm,Ineverattendedabaptismwithgreaterreverence;and,whenCharlottecameupfromthewell,IcouldhaveprostratedmyselfasbeforetheprophetofanEasternnation.

    IntheeveningIwouldnotresisttellingthestorytoapersonwho,Ithought,possessedsomenaturalfeeling,becausehewasa

    manofunderstanding.ButwhatamistakeImade.HemaintaineditwasverywrongofCharlotte,thatweshouldnotdeceivechildren,thatsuchthingsoccasionedcountlessmistakesandsuperstitions,fromwhichwewereboundtoprotecttheyoung.Itoccurredtomethen,thatthisverymanhadbeenbaptisedonlyaweekbefore;soIsaidnothingfurther,butmaintainedthejusticeofmyownconvictions.WeshoulddealwithchildrenasGoddealswithus,wearehappiestundertheinfluenceofinnocentdelusions.

    JULY8.

    Whatachildismanthatheshouldbesosolicitousaboutalook!Whatachildisman!WehadbeentoWalheim:theladieswentin

    acarriage;butduringourwalkIthoughtIsawinCharlotte'sdarkeyes--Iamafool--butforgiveme!youshouldseethem,--thoseeyes.--However,tobebrief(formyowneyesareweigheddownwithsleep),youmustknow,whentheladiessteppedintotheircarriageagain,youngW.Seldstadt,Andran,andIwerestandingaboutthedoor.Theyareamerrysetoffellows,andtheywerealllaughingandjokingtogether.IwatchedCharlotte'seyes.Theywanderedfromonetotheother;buttheydidnotlightonme,onme,whostoodtheremotionless,andwhosawnothingbuther!Myheartbadeherathousandtimesadieu,butshenoticedmenot.

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    Thecarriagedroveoff;andmyeyesfilledwithtears.Ilookedafterher:suddenlyIsawCharlotte'sbonnetleaningoutofthewindow,andsheturnedtolookback,wasitatme?Mydearfriend,Iknownot;andinthisuncertaintyIfindconsolation.Perhapssheturnedtolookatme.Perhaps!Good-night--whatachildIam!

    JULY10.

    YoushouldseehowfoolishIlookincompanywhenhernameismentioned,particularlywhenIamaskedplainlyhowIlikeher.HowIlikeher!Idetestthephrase.WhatsortofcreaturemusthebewhomerelylikedCharlotte,whosewholeheartandsenseswerenotentirelyabsorbedbyher.Likeher!SomeoneaskedmelatelyhowIlikedOssian.

    JULY11.

    MadameM--isveryill.Iprayforherrecovery,becauseCharlottesharesmysufferings.Iseeheroccasionallyatmyfriend'shouse,andto-dayshehastoldmethestrangestcircumstance.OldM--isacovetous,miserlyfellow,whohaslongworriedandannoyedthepoorladysadly;butshehasborneherafflictionspatiently.Afewdaysago,whenthephysicianinformedusthatherrecoverywashopeless,shesentforherhusband(Charlottewaspresent),

    andaddressedhimthus:"Ihavesomethingtoconfess,which,aftermydecease,mayoccasiontroubleandconfusion.Ihavehithertoconductedyourhouseholdasfrugallyandeconomicallyaspossible,butyoumustpardonmeforhavingdefraudedyouforthirtyyears.Atthecommencementofourmarriedlife,youallowedasmallsumforthewantsofthekitchen,andtheotherhouseholdexpenses.Whenourestablishmentincreasedandourpropertygrewlarger,Icouldnotpersuadeyoutoincreasetheweeklyallowanceinproportion:inshort,youknow,that,whenourwantsweregreatest,yourequiredmetosupplyeverythingwithsevenflorinsaweek.Itookthemoneyfromyouwithoutanobservation,butmadeuptheweeklydeficiencyfromthemoney-chest;asnobodywouldsuspectyourwifeofrobbingthehouseholdbank.ButIhavewastednothing,and

    shouldhavebeencontenttomeetmyeternalJudgewithoutthisconfession,ifshe,uponwhomthemanagementofyourestablishmentwilldevolveaftermydecease,wouldbefreefromembarrassmentuponyourinsistingthattheallowancemadetome,yourformerwife,wassufficient."

    ItalkedwithCharlotteoftheinconceivablemannerinwhichmenallowthemselvestobeblinded;howanyonecouldavoidsuspectingsomedeception,whensevenflorinsonlywereallowedtodefrayexpensestwiceasgreat.ButIhavemyselfknownpeoplewhobelieved,withoutanyvisibleastonishment,thattheirhousepossessedtheprophet'snever-failingcruseofoil.

    JULY13.

    No,Iamnotdeceived.InherdarkeyesIreadagenuineinterestinmeandinmyfortunes.Yes,Ifeelit;andImaybelievemyownheartwhichtellsme--dareIsayit?--dareIpronouncethedivinewords?--thatshelovesme!

    Thatshelovesme!Howtheideaexaltsmeinmyowneyes!And,asyoucanunderstandmyfeelings,Imaysaytoyou,howIhonourmyselfsinceshelovesme!

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    Isthispresumption,orisitaconsciousnessofthetruth?IdonotknowamanabletosupplantmeintheheartofCharlotte;andyetwhenshespeaksofherbetrothedwithsomuchwarmthandaffection,Ifeellikethesoldierwhohasbeenstrippedofhishonoursandtitles,anddeprivedofhissword.

    JULY16.

    HowmyheartbeatswhenbyaccidentItouchherfinger,ormyfeetmeethersunderthetable!Idrawbackasiffromafurnace;butasecretforceimpelsmeforwardagain,andmysensesbecomedisordered.Herinnocent,unconsciousheartneverknowswhatagonytheselittlefamiliaritiesinflictuponme.SometimeswhenwearetalkingsheIaysherhanduponmine,andintheeagernessofconversationcomesclosertome,andherbalmybreathreachesmylips,--whenIfeelasiflightninghadstruckme,andthatIcouldsinkintotheearth.Andyet,Wilhelm,withallthisheavenlyconfidence,--ifIknowmyself,andshouldeverdare--youunderstandme.No,no!myheartisnotsocorrupt,itisweak,weakenoughbutisnotthatadegreeofcorruption?

    Sheistomeasacredbeing.Allpassionisstillinherpresence:IcannotexpressmysensationswhenIamnearher.Ifeelasif

    mysoulbeatineverynerveofmybody.Thereisamelodywhichsheplaysonthepianowithangelicskill,--sosimpleisit,andyetsospiritual!Itisherfavouriteair;and,whensheplaysthefirstnote,allpain,care,andsorrowdisappearfrommeinamoment.

    Ibelieveeverywordthatissaidofthemagicofancientmusic.Howhersimplesongenchantsme!Sometimes,whenIamreadytocommitsuicide,shesingsthatair;andinstantlythegloomandmadnesswhichhungovermearedispersed,andIbreathefreelyagain.

    JULY18.

    Wilhelm,whatistheworldtoourheartswithoutlove?Whatisamagic-lanternwithoutlight?Youhavebuttokindletheflamewithin,andthebrightestfiguresshineonthewhitewall;and,ifloveonlyshowusfleetingshadows,weareyethappy,when,likemerechildren,webeholdthem,andaretransportedwiththesplendidphantoms.IhavenotbeenabletoseeCharlotteto-day.IwaspreventedbycompanyfromwhichIcouldnotdisengagemyself.Whatwastobedone?Isentmyservanttoherhouse,thatImightatleastseesomebodyto-daywhohadbeennearher.Oh,theimpatiencewithwhichIwaitedforhisreturn!thejoywithwhichIwelcomedhim!Ishouldcertainlyhavecaughthiminmyarms,andkissedhim,ifIhadnotbeenashamed.

    ItissaidthattheBononastone,whenplacedinthesun,attractstherays,andforatimeappearsluminousinthedark.Sowasitwithmeandthisservant.TheideathatCharlotte'seyeshaddweltonhiscountenance,hischeek,hisveryapparel,endearedthemallinestimablytome,sothatatthemomentIwouldnothavepartedfromhimforathousandcrowns.Hispresencemademesohappy!Bewareoflaughingatme,Wilhelm.Canthatbeadelusionwhichmakesushappy?

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    JULY19.

    "Ishallseehertoday!"Iexclaimwithdelight,whenIriseinthemorning,andlookoutwithgladnessofheartatthebright,beautifulsun."Ishallseehertoday!"AndthenIhavenofurtherwishtoform:all,allisincludedinthatonethought.

    JULY20.

    IcannotassenttoyourproposalthatIshouldaccompanytheambassadorto_______.Idonotlovesubordination;andweallknowthatheisarough,disagreeablepersontobeconnectedwith.Yousaymymotherwishesmetobeemployed.Icouldnothelplaughingatthat.AmInotsufficientlyemployed?Andisitnotinrealitythesame,whetherIshellpeasorcountlentils?Theworldrunsonfromonefollytoanother;andthemanwho,solelyfromregardtotheopinionofothers,andwithoutanywishornecessityofhisown,toilsaftergold,honour,oranyotherphantom,isnobetterthanafool.

    JULY24.

    Youinsistsomuchonmynotneglectingmydrawing,thatitwouldbeaswellformetosaynothingastoconfesshowlittleIhave

    latelydone.

    Ineverfelthappier,Ineverunderstoodnaturebetter,evendowntotheverieststemorsmallestbladeofgrass;andyetIamunabletoexpressmyself:mypowersofexecutionaresoweak,everythingseemstoswimandfloatbeforeme,sothatIcannotmakeaclear,boldoutline.ButIfancyIshouldsucceedbetterifIhadsomeclayorwaxtomodel.Ishalltry,ifthisstateofmindcontinuesmuchlonger,andwilltaketomodelling,ifIonlykneaddough.

    IhavecommencedCharlotte'sportraitthreetimes,andhaveasoftendisgracedmyself.Thisisthemoreannoying,asIwas

    formerlyveryhappyintakinglikenesses.Ihavesincesketchedherprofile,andmustcontentmyselfwiththat.

    JULY25.

    Yes,dearCharlotte!Iwillorderandarrangeeverything.Onlygivememorecommissions,themorethebetter.Onething,however,Imustrequest:usenomorewriting-sandwiththedearnotesyousendme.TodayIraisedyourletterhastilytomylips,anditsetmyteethonedge.

    JULY26.

    Ihaveoftendeterminednottoseehersofrequently.Butwhocouldkeepsucharesolution?EverydayIamexposedtothetemptation,andpromisefaithfullythatto-morrowIwillreallystayaway:but,whentomorrowcomes,Ifindsomeirresistiblereasonforseeingher;and,beforeIcanaccountforit,Iamwithheragain.Eithershehassaidonthepreviousevening"Youwillbesuretocallto-morrow,"--andwhocouldstayawaythen?--orshegivesmesomecommission,andIfinditessentialtotakehertheanswerinperson;orthedayisfine,andIwalktoWalheim;and,whenIamthere,itisonlyhalfaleaguefarthertoher.I

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    amwithinthecharmedatmosphere,andsoonfindmyselfatherside.Mygrandmotherusedtotellusastoryofamountainofloadstone.Whenanyvesselscamenearit,theywereinstantlydeprivedoftheirironwork:thenailsflewtothemountain,andtheunhappycrewperishedamidstthedisjointedplanks.

    JULY30.

    Albertisarrived,andImusttakemydeparture.Werehethebestandnoblestofmen,andIineveryrespecthisinferior,Icouldnotenduretoseehiminpossessionofsuchaperfectbeing.Possession!--enough,Wilhelm:herbetrothedishere,--afine,worthyfellow,whomonecannothelpliking.FortunatelyIwasnotpresentattheirmeeting.Itwouldhavebrokenmyheart!Andheissoconsiderate:hehasnotgivenCharlotteonekissinmypresence.Heavenrewardhimforit!Imustlovehimfortherespectwithwhichhetreatsher.Heshowsaregardforme,butforthisIsuspectIammoreindebtedtoCharlottethantohisownfancyforme.Womenhaveadelicatetactinsuchmatters,anditshouldbeso.Theycannotalwayssucceedinkeepingtworivalsontermswitheachother;but,whentheydo,theyaretheonlygainers.

    IcannothelpesteemingAlbert.Thecoolnessofhistempercontrasts

    stronglywiththeimpetuosityofmine,whichIcannotconceal.Hehasagreatdealoffeeling,andisfullysensibleofthetreasurehepossessesinCharlotte.Heisfreefromill-humour,whichyouknowisthefaultIdetestmost.

    Heregardsmeasamanofsense;andmyattachmenttoCharlotte,andtheinterestItakeinallthatconcernsher,augmenthistriumphandhislove.Ishallnotinquirewhetherhemaynotattimesteaseherwithsomelittlejealousies;asIknow,that,wereIinhisplace,Ishouldnotbeentirelyfreefromsuchsensations.

    But,bethatasitmay,mypleasurewithCharlotteisover.Callitfollyorinfatuation,whatsignifiesaname?Thethingspeaks

    foritself.BeforeAlbertcame,IknewallthatIknownow.IknewIcouldmakenopretensionstoher,nordidIofferany,thatis,asfarasitwaspossible,inthepresenceofsomuchloveliness,nottopantforitsenjoyment.Andnow,beholdmelikeasillyfellow,staringwithastonishmentwhenanothercomesin,anddeprivesmeofmylove.

    Ibitemylips,andfeelinfinitescornforthosewhotellmetoberesigned,becausethereisnohelpforit.Letmeescapefromtheyokeofsuchsillysubterfuges!Iramblethroughthewoods;andwhenIreturntoCharlotte,andfindAlbertsittingbyhersideinthesummer-houseinthegarden,Iamunabletobearit,behavelikeafool,andcommitathousandextravagances."For

    Heaven'ssake,"saidCharlottetoday,"letushavenomoresceneslikethoseoflastnight!Youterrifymewhenyouaresoviolent."Betweenourselves,Iamalwaysawaynowwhenhevisitsher:andIfeeldelightedwhenIfindheralone.

    AUGUST8.

    Believeme,dearWilhelm,IdidnotalludetoyouwhenIspokesoseverelyofthosewhoadviseresignationtoinevitablefate.Ididnotthinkitpossibleforyoutoindulgesuchasentiment.

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    Butinfactyouareright.Ionlysuggestoneobjection.Inthisworldoneisseldomreducedtomakeaselectionbetweentwoalternatives.Thereareasmanyvarietiesofconductandopinionasthereareturnsoffeaturebetweenanaquilinenoseandaflatone.

    Youwill,therefore,permitmetoconcedeyourentireargument,andyetcontrivemeanstoescapeyourdilemma.

    Yourpositionisthis,Ihearyousay:"EitheryouhavehopesofobtainingCharlotte,oryouhavenone.Well,inthefirstcase,pursueyourcourse,andpressontothefulfilmentofyourwishes.Inthesecond,beaman,andshakeoffamiserablepassion,whichwillenervateanddestroyyou."Mydearfriend,thisiswellandeasilysaid.

    Butwouldyourequireawretchedbeing,whoselifeisslowlywastingunderalingeringdisease,todespatchhimselfatoncebythestrokeofadagger?Doesnottheverydisorderwhichconsumeshisstrengthdeprivehimofthecouragetoeffecthisdeliverance?

    Youmayanswerme,ifyouplease,withasimilaranalogy,"Whowouldnotprefertheamputationofanarmtotheperilingoflifebydoubtandprocrastination!"ButIknownotifIamright,and

    letusleavethesecomparisons.

    Enough!Therearemoments,Wilhelm,whenIcouldriseupandshakeitalloff,andwhen,ifIonlyknewwheretogo,Icouldflyfromthisplace.

    THESAMEEVENING.

    Mydiary,whichIhaveforsometimeneglected,camebeforemetoday;andIamamazedtoseehowdeliberatelyIhaveentangledmyselfstepbystep.Tohaveseenmypositionsoclearly,andyettohaveactedsolikeachild!EvenstillIbeholdtheresultplainly,andyethavenothoughtofactingwithgreater

    prudence.

    AUGUST10.

    IfIwerenotafool,Icouldspendthehappiestandmostdelightfullifehere.Somanyagreeablecircumstances,andofakindtoensureaworthyman'shappiness,areseldomunited.Alas!Ifeelittoosensibly,--theheartalonemakesourhappiness!Tobeadmittedintothismostcharmingfamily,tobelovedbythefatherasason,bythechildrenasafather,andbyCharlotte!thenthenobleAlbert,whoneverdisturbsmyhappinessbyanyappearanceofill-humour,receivingmewiththeheartiestaffection,andlovingme,nexttoCharlotte,betterthanalltheworld!Wilhelm,

    youwouldbedelightedtohearusinourrambles,andconversationsaboutCharlotte.Nothingintheworldcanbemoreabsurdthanourconnection,andyetthethoughtofitoftenmovesmetotears.

    Hetellsmesometimesofherexcellentmother;how,uponherdeath-bed,shehadcommittedherhouseandchildrentoCharlotte,andhadgivenCharlotteherselfinchargetohim;how,sincethattime,anewspirithadtakenpossessionofher;how,incareandanxietyfortheirwelfare,shebecamearealmothertothem;howeverymomentofhertimewasdevotedtosomelabouroflovein

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    theirbehalf,--andyethermirthandcheerfulnesshadneverforsakenher.Iwalkbyhisside,pluckflowersbytheway,arrangethemcarefullyintoanosegay,thenflingthemintothefirststreamIpass,andwatchthemastheyfloatgentlyaway.IforgetwhetherItoldyouthatAlbertistoremainhere.Hehasreceivedagovernmentappointment,withaverygoodsalary;andIunderstandheisinhighfavouratcourt.Ihavemetfewpersonssopunctualandmethodicalinbusiness.

    AUGUST12.

    CertainlyAlbertisthebestfellowintheworld.Ihadastrangescenewithhimyesterday.Iwenttotakeleaveofhim;forItookitintomyheadtospendafewdaysinthesemountains,fromwhereInowwritetoyou.AsIwaswalkingupanddownhisroom,myeyefelluponhispistols."Lendmethosepistols,"saidI,"formyjourney.""Byallmeans,"hereplied,"ifyouwilltakethetroubletoloadthem;fortheyonlyhangthereforform."Itookdownoneofthem;andhecontinued,"EversinceIwasnearsufferingformyextremecaution,Iwillhavenothingtodowithsuchthings."Iwascurioustohearthestory."Iwasstaying,"saidhe,"somethreemonthsago,atafriend'shouseinthecountry.Ihadabraceofpistolswithme,unloaded;andIsleptwithoutanyanxiety.OnerainyafternoonIwassittingbymyself,doing

    nothing,whenitoccurredtomeIdonotknowhowthatthehousemightbeattacked,thatwemightrequirethepistols,thatwemightinshort,youknowhowwegoonfancying,whenwehavenothingbettertodo.Igavethepistolstotheservant,tocleanandload.Hewasplayingwiththemaid,andtryingtofrightenher,whenthepistolwentoff--Godknowshow!--theramrodwasinthebarrel;anditwentstraightthroughherrighthand,andshatteredthethumb.Ihadtoendureallthelamentation,andtopaythesurgeon'sbill;so,sincethattime,Ihavekeptallmyweaponsunloaded.But,mydearfriend,whatistheuseofprudence?Wecanneverbeonourguardagainstallpossibledangers.However,"--now,youmustknowIcantolerateallmentilltheycometo"however;"--foritisself-evidentthateveryuniversalrule

    musthaveitsexceptions.Butheissoexceedinglyaccurate,that,ifheonlyfancieshehassaidawordtooprecipitate,ortoogeneral,oronlyhalftrue,heneverceasestoqualify,tomodify,andextenuate,tillatlastheappearstohavesaidnothingatall.Uponthisoccasion,Albertwasdeeplyimmersedinhissubject:Iceasedtolistentohim,andbecamelostinreverie.Withasuddenmotion,Ipointedthemouthofthepistoltomyforehead,overtherighteye."Whatdoyoumean?"criedAlbert,turningbackthepistol."Itisnotloaded,"saidI."Andevenifnot,"heansweredwithimpatience,"whatcanyoumean?Icannotcomprehendhowamancanbesomadastoshoothimself,andthebareideaofitshocksme."

    "Butwhyshouldanyone,"saidI,"inspeakingofanaction,venturetopronounceitmadorwise,orgoodorbad?Whatisthemeaningofallthis?Haveyoucarefullystudiedthesecretmotivesofouractions?Doyouunderstand--canyouexplainthecauseswhichoccasionthem,andmaketheminevitable?Ifyoucan,youwillbelesshastywithyourdecision."

    "Butyouwillallow,"saidAlbert;"thatsomeactionsarecriminal,letthemspringfromwhatevermotivestheymay."Igrantedit,andshruggedmyshoulders.

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    "Butstill,mygoodfriend,"Icontinued,"therearesomeexceptionsheretoo.Theftisacrime;butthemanwhocommitsitfromextremepoverty,withnodesignbuttosavehisfamilyfromperishing,isheanobjectofpity,orofpunishment?Whoshallthrowthefirststoneatahusband,who,intheheatofjustresentment,sacrificeshisfaithlesswifeandherperfidiousseducer?orattheyoungmaiden,who,inherweakhourofrapture,forgetsherselfintheimpetuousjoysoflove?Evenourlaws,coldandcruelastheyare,relentinsuchcases,andwithholdtheirpunishment."

    "Thatisquiteanotherthing,"saidAlbert;"becauseamanundertheinfluenceofviolentpassionlosesallpowerofreflection,andisregardedasintoxicatedorinsane."

    "Oh!youpeopleofsoundunderstandings,"Ireplied,smiling,"areeverreadytoexclaim'Extravagance,andmadness,andintoxication!'Youmoralmenaresocalmandsosubdued!Youabhorthedrunkenman,anddetesttheextravagant;youpassby,liketheLevite,andthankGod,likethePharisee,thatyouarenotlikeoneofthem.Ihavebeenmorethanonceintoxicated,mypassionshavealwaysborderedonextravagance:Iamnotashamedtoconfessit;forIhavelearned,bymyownexperience,thatallextraordinarymen,whohaveaccomplishedgreatandastonishingactions,have

    everbeendecriedbytheworldasdrunkenorinsane.Andinprivatelife,too,isitnotintolerablethatnoonecanundertaketheexecutionofanobleorgenerousdeed,withoutgivingrisetotheexclamationthatthedoerisintoxicatedormad?Shameuponyou,yesages!"

    "Thisisanotherofyourextravaganthumours,"saidAlbert:"youalwaysexaggerateacase,andinthismatteryouareundoubtedlywrong;forwewerespeakingofsuicide,whichyoucomparewithgreatactions,whenitisimpossibletoregarditasanythingbutaweakness.Itismucheasiertodiethantobearalifeofmiserywithfortitude."

    Iwasonthepointofbreakingofftheconversation,fornothingputsmesocompletelyoutofpatienceastheutteranceofawretchedcommonplacewhenIamtalkingfrommyinmostheart.However,Icomposedmyself,forIhadoftenheardthesameobservationwithsufficientvexation;andIansweredhim,therefore,withalittlewarmth,"Youcallthisaweakness--bewareofbeingledastraybyappearances.Whenanation,whichhaslonggroanedundertheintolerableyokeofatyrant,risesatlastandthrowsoffitschains,doyoucallthatweakness?Themanwho,torescuehishousefromtheflames,findshisphysicalstrengthredoubled,sothatheliftsburdenswithease,which,intheabsenceofexcitement,hecouldscarcelymove;hewho,undertherageofaninsult,attacksandputstoflighthalfascoreofhisenemies,aresuchpersons

    tobecalledweak?Mygoodfriend,ifresistancebestrength,howcanthehighestdegreeofresistancebeaweakness?"

    Albertlookedsteadfastlyatme,andsaid,"Prayforgiveme,butIdonotseethattheexamplesyouhaveadducedbearanyrelationtothequestion.""Verylikely,"Ianswered;"forIhaveoftenbeentoldthatmystyleofillustrationbordersalittleontheabsurd.Butletusseeifwecannotplacethematterinanotherpointofview,byinquiringwhatcanbeaman'sstateofmindwhoresolvestofreehimselffromtheburdenoflife,--aburdenoften

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    sopleasanttobear,--forwecannototherwisereasonfairlyuponthesubject.

    "Humannature,"Icontinued,"hasitslimits.Itisabletoendureacertaindegreeofjoy,sorrow,andpain,butbecomesannihilatedassoonasthismeasureisexceeded.Thequestion,therefore,is,notwhetheramanisstrongorweak,butwhetherheisabletoendurethemeasureofhissufferings.Thesufferingmaybemoralorphysical;andinmyopinionitisjustasabsurdtocallamanacowardwhodestroyshimself,astocallamanacowardwhodiesofamalignantfever."

    "Paradox,allparadox!"exclaimedAlbert."Notsoparadoxicalasyouimagine,"Ireplied."Youallowthatwedesignateadiseaseasmortalwhennatureissoseverelyattacked,andherstrengthsofarexhausted,thatshecannotpossiblyrecoverherformerconditionunderanychangethatmaytakeplace.

    "Now,mygoodfriend,applythistothemind;observeamaninhisnatural,isolatedcondition;considerhowideaswork,andhowimpressionsfastenonhim,tillatlengthaviolentpassionseizeshim,destroyingallhispowersofcalmreflection,andutterlyruininghim.

    "Itisinvainthatamanofsoundmindandcooltemperunderstandstheconditionofsuchawretchedbeing,invainhecounselshim.Hecannomorecommunicatehisownwisdomtohimthanahealthymancaninstilhisstrengthintotheinvalid,bywhosebedsideheisseated."

    Albertthoughtthistoogeneral.Iremindedhimofagirlwhohaddrownedherselfashorttimepreviously,andIrelatedherhistory.

    Shewasagoodcreature,whohadgrownupinthenarrowsphereofhouseholdindustryandweeklyappointedlabour;onewhoknewnopleasurebeyondindulginginawalkonSundays,arrayedinherbestattire,accompaniedbyherfriends,orperhapsjoininginthe

    dancenowandthenatsomefestival,andchattingawayhersparehourswithaneighbour,discussingthescandalorthequarrelsofthevillage,triflessufficienttooccupyherheart.Atlengththewarmthofhernatureisinfluencedbycertainnewandunknownwishes.Inflamedbytheflatteriesofmen,herformerpleasuresbecomebydegreesinsipid,tillatlengthshemeetswithayouthtowhomsheisattractedbyanindescribablefeeling;uponhimshenowrestsallherhopes;sheforgetstheworldaroundher;shesees,hears,desiresnothingbuthim,andhimonly.Healoneoccupiesallherthoughts.Uncorruptedbytheidleindulgenceofanenervatingvanity,heraffectionmovingsteadilytowarditsobject,shehopestobecomehis,andtorealise,inaneverlastingunionwithhim,allthathappinesswhichshesought,allthatbliss

    forwhichshelonged.Hisrepeatedpromisesconfirmherhopes:embracesandendearments,whichincreasetheardourofherdesires,overmasterhersoul.Shefloatsinadim,delusiveanticipationofherhappiness;andherfeelingsbecomeexcitedtotheirutmosttension.Shestretchesoutherarmsfinallytoembracetheobjectofallherwishesandherloverforsakesher.Stunnedandbewildered,shestandsuponaprecipice.Allisdarknessaroundher.Noprospect,nohope,noconsolation--forsakenbyhiminwhomherexistencewascentred!Sheseesnothingofthewideworldbeforeher,thinksnothingofthemanyindividualswhomightsupplythe

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    voidinherheart;shefeelsherselfdeserted,forsakenbytheworld;and,blindedandimpelledbytheagonywhichwringshersoul,sheplungesintothedeep,toendhersufferingsinthebroadembraceofdeath.Seehere,Albert,thehistoryofthousands;andtellme,isnotthisacaseofphysicalinfirmity?Naturehasnowaytoescapefromthelabyrinth:herpowersareexhausted:shecancontendnolonger,andthepoorsoulmustdie.

    "Shameuponhimwhocanlookoncalmly,andexclaim,'Thefoolishgirl!sheshouldhavewaited;sheshouldhaveallowedtimetowearofftheimpression;herdespairwouldhavebeensoftened,andshewouldhavefoundanotherlovertocomforther.'Onemightaswellsay,'Thefool,todieofafever!whydidhenotwaittillhisstrengthwasrestored,tillhisbloodbecamecalm?allwouldthenhavegonewell,andhewouldhavebeenalivenow.'"

    Albert,whocouldnotseethejusticeofthecomparison,offeredsomefurtherobjections,and,amongstothers,urgedthatIhadtakenthecaseofamereignorantgirl.Buthowanymanofsense,ofmoreenlargedviewsandexperience,couldbeexcused,hewasunabletocomprehend."Myfriend!"Iexclaimed,"manisbutman;and,whateverbetheextentofhisreasoningpowers,theyareoflittleavailwhenpassionrageswithin,andhefeelshimselfconfinedbythenarrowlimitsofnature.Itwerebetter,then--

    butwewilltalkofthissomeothertime,"Isaid,andcaughtupmyhat.Alas!myheartwasfull;andwepartedwithoutconvictiononeitherside.Howrarelyinthisworlddomenunderstandeachother!

    AUGUST15.

    Therecanbenodoubtthatinthisworldnothingissoindispensableaslove.IobservethatCharlottecouldnotlosemewithoutapang,andtheverychildrenhavebutonewish;thatis,thatIshouldvisitthemagainto-morrow.IwentthisafternoontotuneCharlotte'spiano.ButIcouldnotdoit,forthelittleonesinsistedonmytellingthemastory;andCharlotteherselfurged

    metosatisfythem.Iwaiteduponthemattea,andtheyarenowasfullycontentedwithmeaswithCharlotte;andItoldthemmyverybesttaleoftheprincesswhowaswaiteduponbydwarfs.Iimprovemyselfbythisexercise,andamquitesurprisedattheimpressionmystoriescreate.IfIsometimesinventanincidentwhichIforgetuponthenextnarration,theyremindonedirectlythatthestorywasdifferentbefore;sothatInowendeavourtorelatewithexactnessthesameanecdoteinthesamemonotonoustone,whichneverchanges.Ifindbythis,howmuchanauthorinjureshisworksbyalteringthem,eventhoughtheybeimprovedinapoeticalpointofview.Thefirstimpressionisreadilyreceived.Wearesoconstitutedthatwebelievethemostincrediblethings;and,oncetheyareengraveduponthememory,woetohim

    whowouldendeavourtoeffacethem.

    AUGUST18.

    Mustiteverbethus,--thatthesourceofourhappinessmustalsobethefountainofourmisery?Thefullandardentsentimentwhichanimatedmyheartwiththeloveofnature,overwhelmingmewithatorrentofdelight,andwhichbroughtallparadisebeforeme,hasnowbecomeaninsupportabletorment,ademonwhichperpetuallypursuesandharassesme.WheninbygonedaysIgazedfromthese

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    rocksuponyondermountainsacrosstheriver,anduponthegreen,floweryvalleybeforeme,andsawallnaturebuddingandburstingaround;thehillsclothedfromfoottopeakwithtall,thickforesttrees;thevalleysinalltheirvariedwindings,shadedwiththeloveliestwoods;andthesoftriverglidingalongamongstthelispingreeds,mirroringthebeautifulcloudswhichthesofteveningbreezewaftedacrossthesky,--whenIheardthegrovesaboutmemelodiouswiththemusicofbirds,andsawthemillionswarmsofinsectsdancinginthelastgoldenbeamsofthesun,whosesettingraysawokethehummingbeetlesfromtheirgrassybeds,whilstthesubduedtumultarounddirectedmyattentiontotheground,andIthereobservedthearidrockcompelledtoyieldnutrimenttothedrymoss,whilsttheheathflourisheduponthebarrensandsbelowme,allthisdisplayedtometheinnerwarmthwhichanimatesallnature,andfilledandglowedwithinmyheart.IfeltmyselfexaltedbythisoverflowingfulnesstotheperceptionoftheGodhead,andthegloriousformsofaninfiniteuniversebecamevisibletomysoul!Stupendousmountainsencompassedme,abyssesyawnedatmyfeet,andcataractsfellheadlongdownbeforeme;impetuousriversrolledthroughtheplain,androcksandmountainsresoundedfromafar.InthedepthsoftheearthIsawinnumerablepowersinmotion,andmultiplyingtoinfinity;whilstuponitssurface,andbeneaththeheavens,thereteemedtenthousandvarietiesoflivingcreatures.Everythingaroundisalivewithaninfinite

    numberofforms;whilemankindflyforsecuritytotheirpettyhouses,fromtheshelterofwhichtheyruleintheirimaginationsoverthewide-extendeduniverse.Poorfool!inwhosepettyestimationallthingsarelittle.Fromtheinaccessiblemountains,acrossthedesertwhichnomortalfoothastrod,farastheconfinesoftheunknownocean,breathesthespiritoftheeternalCreator;andeveryatomtowhichhehasgivenexistencefindsfavourinhissight.Ah,howoftenatthattimehastheflightofabird,soaringabovemyhead,inspiredmewiththedesireofbeingtransportedtotheshoresoftheimmeasurablewaters,theretoquaffthepleasuresoflifefromthefoaminggobletoftheInfinite,andtopartake,ifbutforamomenteven,withtheconfinedpowersofmysoul,thebeatitudeofthatCreatorwhoaccomplishesallthings

    inhimself,andthroughhimself!

    Mydearfriend,thebarerecollectionofthosehoursstillconsolesme.Eventhisefforttorecallthoseineffablesensations,andgivethemutterance,exaltsmysoulaboveitself,andmakesmedoublyfeeltheintensityofmypresentanguish.

    Itisasifacurtainhadbeendrawnfrombeforemyeyes,and,insteadofprospectsofeternallife,theabyssofaneveropengraveyawnedbeforeme.Canwesayofanythingthatitexistswhenallpassesaway,whentime,withthespeedofastorm,carriesallthingsonward,--andourtransitoryexistence,hurriedalongbythetorrent,iseitherswallowedupbythewavesordashed

    againsttherocks?Thereisnotamomentbutpreysuponyou,--anduponallaroundyou,notamomentinwhichyoudonotyourselfbecomeadestroyer.Themostinnocentwalkdeprivesoflifethousandsofpoorinsects:onestepdestroysthefabricoftheindustriousant,andconvertsalittleworldintochaos.No:itisnotthegreatandrarecalamitiesoftheworld,thefloodswhichsweepawaywholevillages,theearthquakeswhichswallowupourtowns,thataffectme.Myheartiswastedbythethoughtofthatdestructivepowerwhichliesconcealedineverypartofuniversalnature.Naturehasformednothingthatdoesnotconsumeitself,

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    andeveryobjectnearit:sothat,surroundedbyearthandair,andalltheactivepowers,Iwanderonmywaywithachingheart;andtheuniverseistomeafearfulmonster,foreverdevouringitsownoffspring.

    AUGUST21.

    InvaindoIstretchoutmyarmstowardherwhenIawakeninthemorningfrommywearyslumbers.InvaindoIseekforheratnightinmybed,whensomeinnocentdreamhashappilydeceivedme,andplacedhernearmeinthefields,whenIhaveseizedherhandandcovereditwithcountlesskisses.AndwhenIfeelforherinthehalfconfusionofsleep,withthehappysensethatsheisnear,tearsflowfrommyoppressedheart;and,bereftofallcomfort,Iweepovermyfuturewoes.

    AUGUST22.

    Whatamisfortune,Wilhelm!Myactivespiritshavedegeneratedintocontentedindolence.Icannotbeidle,andyetIamunabletosettowork.Icannotthink:Ihavenolongeranyfeelingforthebeautiesofnature,andbooksaredistastefultome.Oncewegiveourselvesup,wearetotallylost.ManyatimeandoftIwishIwereacommonlabourer;that,awakeninginthemorning,I

    mighthavebutoneprospect,onepursuit,onehope,forthedaywhichhasdawned.IoftenenvyAlbertwhenIseehimburiedinaheapofpapersandparchments,andIfancyIshouldbehappywereIinhisplace.OftenimpressedwiththisfeelingIhavebeenonthepointofwritingtoyouandtotheminister,fortheappointmentattheembassy,whichyouthinkImightobtain.IbelieveImightprocureit.Theministerhaslongshownaregardforme,andhasfrequentlyurgedmetoseekemployment.Itisthebusinessofanhouronly.Nowandthenthefableofthehorserecurstome.Wearyofliberty,hesufferedhimselftobesaddledandbridled,andwasriddentodeathforhispains.Iknownotwhattodetermineupon.Forisnotthisanxietyforchangetheconsequenceofthatrestlessspiritwhichwouldpursuemeequallyineverysituation

    oflife?

    AUGUST28.

    Ifmyillswouldadmitofanycure,theywouldcertainlybecuredhere.Thisismybirthday,andearlyinthemorningIreceivedapacketfromAlbert.Uponopeningit,IfoundoneofthepinkribbonswhichCharlotteworeinherdressthefirsttimeIsawher,andwhichIhadseveraltimesaskedhertogiveme.WithitweretwovolumesinduodecimoofWetstein's"Homer,"abookIhadoftenwishedfor,tosavemetheinconvenienceofcarryingthelargeErnestineeditionwithmeuponmywalks.Youseehowtheyanticipatemywishes,howwelltheyunderstandallthoselittleattentions

    offriendship,sosuperiortothecostlypresentsofthegreat,whicharehumiliating.Ikissedtheribbonathousandtimes,andineverybreathinhaledtheremembranceofthosehappyandirrevocabledayswhichfilledmewiththekeenestjoy.Such,Wilhelm,isourfate.Idonotmurmuratit:theflowersoflifearebutvisionary.Howmanypassaway,andleavenotracebehind--howfewyieldanyfruit--andthefruititself,howrarelydoesitripen!Andyetthereareflowersenough!andisitnotstrange,myfriend,thatweshouldsufferthelittlethatdoesreallyripen,torot,decay,andperishunenjoyed?Farewell!Thisisaglorioussummer.I

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    oftenclimbintothetreesinCharlotte'sorchard,andshakedownthepearsthathangonthehighestbranches.Shestandsbelow,andcatchesthemastheyfall.

    AUGUST30.

    UnhappybeingthatIam!WhydoIthusdeceivemyself?Whatistocomeofallthiswild,aimless,endlesspassion?Icannotprayexcepttoher.Myimaginationseesnothingbuther:allsurroundingobjectsareofnoaccount,exceptastheyrelatetoher.InthisdreamystateIenjoymanyhappyhours,tillatlengthIfeelcompelledtotearmyselfawayfromher.Ah,Wilhelm,towhatdoesnotmyheartoftencompelme!WhenIhavespentseveralhoursinhercompany,tillIfeelcompletelyabsorbedbyherfigure,hergrace,thedivineexpressionofherthoughts,mymindbecomesgraduallyexcitedtothehighestexcess,mysightgrowsdim,myhearingconfused,mybreathingoppressedasifbythehandofamurderer,andmybeatingheartseekstoobtainreliefformyachingsenses.IamsometimesunconsciouswhetherIreallyexist.IfinsuchmomentsIfindnosympathy,andCharlottedoesnotallowmetoenjoythemelancholyconsolationofbathingherhandwithmytears,Ifeelcompelledtotearmyselffromher,whenIeitherwanderthroughthecountry,climbsomeprecipitouscliff,orforceapaththroughthetracklessthicket,whereIamlaceratedand

    tornbythornsandbriers;andthenceIfindrelief.SometimesIliestretchedontheground,overcomewithfatigueanddyingwiththirst;sometimes,lateinthenight,whenthemoonshinesaboveme,Ireclineagainstanagedtreeinsomesequesteredforest,torestmywearylimbs,when,exhaustedandworn,Isleeptillbreakofday.OWilhelm!thehermit'scell,hissackcloth,andgirdleofthornswouldbeluxuryandindulgencecomparedwithwhatIsuffer.Adieu!Iseenoendtothiswretchednessexceptthegrave.

    SEPTEMBER3.

    Imustaway.Thankyou,Wilhelm,fordeterminingmywaveringpurpose.ForawholefortnightIhavethoughtofleavingher.I

    mustaway.Shehasreturnedtotown,andisatthehouseofafriend.Andthen,Albert--yes,Imustgo.

    SEPTEMBER10.

    Oh,whatanight,Wilhelm!Icanhenceforthbearanything.Ishallneverseeheragain.Oh,whycannotIfallonyourneck,and,withfloodsoftearsandraptures,giveutterancetoallthepassionswhichdistractmyheart!HereIsitgaspingforbreath,andstrugglingtocomposemyself.Iwaitforday,andatsunrisethehorsesaretobeatthedoor.

    Andsheissleepingcalmly,littlesuspectingthatshehasseenme

    forthelasttime.Iamfree.Ihavehadthecourage,inaninterviewoftwohours'duration,nottobetraymyintention.AndOWilhelm,whataconversationitwas!

    AlberthadpromisedtocometoCharlotteinthegardenimmediatelyaftersupper.Iwasupontheterraceunderthetallchestnuttrees,andwatchedthesettingsun.Isawhimsinkforthelasttimebeneaththisdelightfulvalleyandsilentstream.IhadoftenvisitedthesamespotwithCharlotte,andwitnessedthatglorioussight;andnow--Iwaswalkingupanddowntheveryavenuewhich

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    wassodeartome.AsecretsympathyhadfrequentlydrawnmethitherbeforeIknewCharlotte;andweweredelightedwhen,inourearlyacquaintance,wediscoveredthatweeachlovedthesamespot,whichisindeedasromanticasanythatevercaptivatedthefancyofanartist.

    Frombeneaththechestnuttrees,thereisanextensiveview.ButIrememberthatIhavementionedallthisinaformerletter,andhavedescribedthetallmassofbeechtreesattheend,andhowtheavenuegrowsdarkeranddarkerasitwindsitswayamongthem,tillitendsinagloomyrecess,whichhasallthecharmofamysterioussolitude.IstillrememberthestrangefeelingofmelancholywhichcameovermethefirsttimeIenteredthatdarkretreat,atbrightmidday.Ifeltsomesecretforebodingthatitwould,oneday,betomethesceneofsomehappinessormisery.

    Ihadspenthalfanhourstrugglingbetweenthecontendingthoughtsofgoingandreturning,whenIheardthemcominguptheterrace.Irantomeetthem.ItrembledasItookherhand,andkissedit.Aswereachedthetopoftheterrace,themoonrosefrombehindthewoodedhill.Weconversedonmanysubjects,and,withoutperceivingit,approachedthegloomyrecess.Charlotteentered,andsatdown.Albertseatedhimselfbesideher.Ididthesame,butmyagitationdidnotsuffermetoremainlongseated.Igot

    up,andstoodbeforeher,thenwalkedbackwardandforward,andsatdownagain.Iwasrestlessandmiserable.Charlottedrewourattentiontothebeautifuleffectofthemoonlight,whichthrewasilverhueovertheterraceinfrontofus,beyondthebeechtrees.Itwasaglorioussight,andwasrenderedmorestrikingbythedarknesswhichsurroundedthespotwherewewere.Weremainedforsometimesilent,whenCharlotteobserved,"WheneverIwalkbymoonlight,itbringstomyremembranceallmybelovedanddepartedfriends,andIamfilledwiththoughtsofdeathandfuturity.Weshallliveagain,Werther!"shecontinued,withafirmbutfeelingvoice;"butshallweknowoneanotheragainwhatdoyouthink?whatdoyousay?"

    "Charlotte,"Isaid,asItookherhandinmine,andmyeyesfilledwithtears,"weshallseeeachotheragain--hereandhereafterweshallmeetagain."Icouldsaynomore.Why,Wilhelm,shouldsheputthisquestiontome,justatthemomentwhenthefearofourcruelseparationfilledmyheart?

    "Andoh!dothosedepartedonesknowhowweareemployedhere?dotheyknowwhenwearewellandhappy?dotheyknowwhenwereca