The Sorrows of Young Werther

　　The Sorrows of Young Werther

　　J.W. von Goethe Thomas Carlyle and R.D. Boylan Edited by Nathen Haskell
Dole PREFACE I have carefully collected whatever I have been able to learn
of the story of poor Werther， and here present it to you ， knowing that
you will thank me for it. To his spirit and character you cannot refuse
your admiration and love： to his fate you will not deny your tears.

　　And thou， good soul， who sufferest the same distress as he endured
once， draw comfort from his sorrows； and let this little book be thy
friend， if ， owing to fortune or through thine own fault， thou canst
not find a dearer companion.

　　BOOK I

　　MAY 4. How happy I am that I am gone！ My dear friend ， what a thing
is the heart of man ！ To leave you ， from whom I have been inseparable，
whom I love so dearly ， and yet to feel happy！ I know you will forgive
me. Have not other attachments been specially appointed by fate to torment
a head like mine？ Poor Leonora ！ and yet I was not to blame. Was it
my fault， that ， whilst the peculiar charms of her sister afforded me
an agreeable entertainment， a passion for me was engendered in her feeble
heart ？ And yet am I wholly blameless？ Did I not encourage her emotions？
Did I not feel charmed at those truly genuine expressions of nature ，
which ， though but little mirthful in reality， so often amused us ？
Did I not —— but oh ！ what is man， that he dares so to accuse himself？
My dear friend I promise you I will improve ； I will no longer ， as
has ever been my habit， continue to ruminate on every petty vexation
which fortune may dispense； I will enjoy the present ， and the past
shall be for me the past. No doubt you are right， my best of friends ，
there would be far less suffering amongst mankind ， if men —— and God
knows why they are so fashioned —— did not employ their imaginations
so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow ， instead of bearing
their present lot with equanimity. Be kind enough to inform my mother
that I shall attend to her business to the best of my ability ， and shall
give her the earliest information about it. I have seen my aunt ， and
find that she is very far from being the disagreeable person our friends
allege her to be. She is a lively ， cheerful woman ， with the best of
hearts. I explained to her my mother‘s wrongs with regard to that part
of her portion which has been withheld from her. She told me the motives
and reasons of her own conduct， and the terms on which she is willing
to give up the whole， and to do more than we have asked. In short， I
cannot write further upon this subject at present ； only assure my mother
that all will go on well. And I have again observed ， my dear friend ，
in this trifling affair ， that misunderstandings and neglect occasion
more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. At all events，
the two latter are of less frequent occurrence.

　　In other respects I am very well off here. Solitude in this terrestrial
paradise is a genial balm to my mind， and the young spring cheers with
its bounteous promises my oftentimes misgiving heart. Every tree， every
bush， is full of flowers ； and one might wish himself transformed into
a butterfly ， to float about in this ocean of perfume， and find his
whole existence in it.

　　The town itself is disagreeable ； but then ， all around ， you find
an inexpressible beauty of nature. This induced the late Count M to lay
out a garden on one of the sloping hills which here intersect each other
with the most charming variety， and form the most lovely valleys. The
garden is simple； and it is easy to perceive ， even upon your first
entrance， that the plan was not designed by a scientific gardener， but
by a man who wished to give himself up here to the enjoyment of his own
sensitive heart. Many a tear have I already shed to the memory of its
departed master in a summer-house which is now reduced to ruins ， but
was his favourite resort， and now is mine. I shall soon be master of
the place. The gardener has become attached to me within the last few
days， and he will lose nothing thereby.

　　MAY 10. A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul，
like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.
I am alone， and feel the charm of existence in this spot ， which was
created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy ， my dear friend，
so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence ， that
I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke
at the present moment ； and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist
than now. When， while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me，
and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage
of my trees ， and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary，
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream； and，
as I lie close to the earth ， a thousand unknown plants are noticed by
me： when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks， and grow
familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies，
then I feel the presence of the Almighty， who formed us in his own image，
and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us ， as
it floats around us in an eternity of bliss ； and then ， my friend，
when darkness overspreads my eyes ， and heaven and earth seem to dwell
in my soul and absorb its power ， like the form of a beloved mistress，
then I often think with longing ， Oh ， would I could describe these
conceptions ， could impress upon paper all that is living so full and
warm within me， that it might be the mirror of my soul ， as my soul
is the mirror of the infinite God ！ O my friend—— but it is too much
for my strength —— I sink under the weight of the splendour of these
visions ！

　　MAY 12. I know not whether some deceitful spirits haunt this spot ，
or whether it be the warm ， celestial fancy in my own heart which makes
everything around me seem like paradise. In front of the house is a fountain，
—— a fountain to which I am bound by a charm like Melusina and her sisters.
Descending a gentle slope ， you come to an arch， where， some twenty
steps lower down， water of the clearest crystal gushes from the marble
rock. The narrow wall which encloses it above ， the tall trees which
encircle the spot ， and the coolness of the place itself ，—— everything
imparts a pleasant but sublime impression. Not a day passes on which I
do not spend an hour there. The young maidens come from the town to fetch
water ，—— innocent and necessary employment， and formerly the occupation
of the daughters of kings. As I take my rest there， the idea of the old
patriarchal life is awakened around me. I see them， our old ancestors，
how they formed their friendships and contracted alliances at the fountain-side
； and I feel how fountains and streams were guarded by beneficent spirits.
He who is a stranger to these sensations has never really enjoyed cool
repose at the side of a fountain after the fatigue of a weary summer day.

　　MAY 13. You ask if you shall send me books. My dear friend， I beseech
you ， for the love of God， relieve me from such a yoke！ I need no more
to be guided， agitated ， heated. My heart ferments sufficiently of itself.
I want strains to lull me ， and I find them to perfection in my Homer.
Often do I strive to allay the burning fever of my blood； and you have
never witnessed anything so unsteady， so uncertain ， as my heart. But
need I confess this to you， my dear friend ， who have so often endured
the anguish of witnessing my sudden transitions from sorrow to immoderate
joy ， and from sweet melancholy to violent passions？ I treat my poor
heart like a sick child ， and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention
this again： there are people who would censure me for it.

　　MAY 15. The common people of the place know me already， and love
me， particularly the children. When at first I associated with them，
and inquired in a friendly tone about their various trifles ， some fancied
that I wished to ridicule them， and turned from me in exceeding ill-humour.
I did not allow that circumstance to grieve me： I only felt most keenly
what I have often before observed. Persons who can claim a certain rank
keep themselves coldly aloof from the common people ， as though they
feared to lose their importance by the contact； whilst wanton idlers ，
and such as are prone to bad joking ， affect to descend to their level，
only to make the poor people feel their impertinence all the more keenly.

　　I know very well that we are not all equal， nor can be so； but it
is my opinion that he who avoids the common people， in order not to lose
their respect ， is as much to blame as a coward who hides himself from
his enemy because he fears defeat.

　　The other day I went to the fountain， and found a young servant-girl，
who had set her pitcher on the lowest step， and looked around to see
if one of her companions was approaching to place it on her head. I ran
down， and looked at her. "Shall I help you ， pretty lass？" said I.
She blushed deeply. "Oh ， sir！" she exclaimed. "No ceremony ！" I replied.
She adjusted her head-gear， and I helped her. She thanked me ， and ascended
the steps.

　　MAY 17. I have made all sorts of acquaintances， but have as yet found
no society. I know not what attraction I possess for the people ， so
many of them like me， and attach themselves to me； and then I feel sorry
when the road we pursue together goes only a short distance. If you inquire
what the people are like here ， I must answer， "The same as everywhere."
The human race is but a monotonous affair. Most of them labour the greater
part of their time for mere subsistence ； and the scanty portion of freedom
which remains to them so troubles them that they use every exertion to
get rid of it. Oh ， the destiny of man ！

　　But they are a right good sort of people. If I occasionally forget
myself， and take part in the innocent pleasures which are not yet forbidden
to the peasantry， and enjoy myself ， for instance ， with genuine freedom
and sincerity ， round a well-covered table ， or arrange an excursion
or a dance opportunely， and so forth ， all this produces a good effect
upon my disposition ； only I must forget that there lie dormant within
me so many other qualities which moulder uselessly， and which I am obliged
to keep carefully concealed. Ah ！ this thought affects my spirits fearfully.
And yet to be misunderstood is the fate of the like of us.

　　Alas， that the friend of my youth is gone！ Alas ， that I ever knew
her ！ I might say to myself， "You are a dreamer to seek what is not
to be found here below." But she has been mine. I have possessed that
heart ， that noble soul， in whose presence I seemed to be more than
I really was， because I was all that I could be. Good heavens！ did then
a single power of my soul remain unexercised？ In her presence could I
not display ， to its full extent ， that mysterious feeling with which
my heart embraces nature？ Was not our intercourse a perpetual web of
the finest emotions ， of the keenest wit ， the varieties of which ，
even in their very eccentricity ， bore the stamp of genius ？ Alas ！
the few years by which she was my senior brought her to the grave before
me. Never can I forget her firm mind or her heavenly patience.

　　A few days ago I met a certain young V——， a frank， open fellow，
with a most pleasing countenance. He has just left the university ， does
not deem himself overwise ， but believes he knows more than other people.
He has worked hard， as I can perceive from many circumstances， and，
in short， possesses a large stock of information. When he heard that
I am drawing a good deal， and that I know Greek（two wonderful things
for this part of the country）， he came to see me， and displayed his
whole store of learning ， from Batteaux to Wood， from De Piles to Winkelmann
： he assured me he had read through the first part of Sultzer‘s theory，
and also possessed a manuscript of Heyne‘s work on the study of the antique.
I allowed it all to pass. I have become acquainted， also ， with a very
worthy person ， the district judge ， a frank and open-hearted man. I
am told it is a most delightful thing to see him in the midst of his children，
of whom he has nine. His eldest daughter especially is highly spoken of.
He has invited me to go and see him ， and I intend to do so on the first
opportunity. He lives at one of the royal hunting-lodges， which can be
reached from here in an hour and a half by walking， and which he obtained
leave to inhabit after the loss of his wife ， as it is so painful to
him to reside in town and at the court.

　　There have also come in my way a few other originals of a questionable
sort， who are in all respects undesirable， and most intolerable in their
demonstration of friendship. Good-bye. This letter will please you： it
is quite historical.

　　MAY 22. That the life of man is but a dream ， many a man has surmised
heretofore； and I， too， am everywhere pursued by this feeling. When
I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties
are confined； when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing
for mere necessities， which again have no further end than to prolong
a wretched existence； and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain
subjects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation，
whilst we amuse ourselves painting our prison-walls with bright figures
and brilliant landscapes，—— when I consider all this ， Wilhelm， I
am silent. I examine my own being ， and find there a world ， but a world
rather of imagination and dim desires ， than of distinctness and living
power. Then everything swims before my senses ， and I smile and dream
while pursuing my way through the world.

　　All learned professors and doctors are agreed that children do not
comprehend the cause of their desires ； but that the grown-up should
wander about this earth like children ， without knowing whence they come，
or whither they go， influenced as little by fixed motives， but guided
like them by biscuits ， sugar-plums， and the rod，—— this is what
nobody is willing to acknowledge； and yet I think it is palpable.

　　I know what you will say in reply ； for I am ready to admit that
they are happiest ， who， like children， amuse themselves with their
playthings， dress and undress their dolls， and attentively watch the
cupboard， where mamma has locked up her sweet things ， and， when at
last they get a delicious morsel， eat it greedily， and exclaim， "More！
" These are certainly happy beings； but others also are objects of envy，
who dignify their paltry employments， and sometimes even their passions，
with pompous titles ， representing them to mankind as gigantic achievements
performed for their welfare and glory. But the man who humbly acknowledges
the vanity of all this， who observes with what pleasure the thriving
citizen converts his little garden into a paradise， and how patiently
even the poor man pursues his weary way under his burden， and how all
wish equally to behold the light of the sun a little longer ，—— yes，
such a man is at peace， and creates his own world within himself ； and
he is also happy， because he is a man. And then， however limited his
sphere， he still preserves in his bosom the sweet feeling of liberty ，
and knows that he can quit his prison whenever he likes.

　　MAY 26. You know of old my ways of settling anywhere， of selecting
a little cottage in some cosy spot， and of putting up in it with every
inconvenience. Here ， too， I have discovered such a snug， comfortable
place ， which possesses peculiar charms for me.

　　About a league from the town is a place called Walheim. （The reader
need not take the trouble to look for the place thus designated. We have
found it necessary to change the names given in the original. ） It is
delightfully situated on the side of a hill ； and， by proceeding along
one of the footpaths which lead out of the village， you can have a view
of the whole valley. A good old woman lives there ， who keeps a small
inn. She sells wine ， beer ， and coffee ， and is cheerful and pleasant
notwithstanding her age. The chief charm of this spot consists in two
linden-trees， spreading their enormous branches over the little green
before the church ， which is entirely surrounded by peasants‘ cottages，
barns ， and homesteads. I have seldom seen a place so retired and peaceable
； and there often have my table and chair brought out from the little
inn ， and drink my coffee there， and read my Homer. Accident brought
me to the spot one fine afternoon ， and I found it perfectly deserted.
Everybody was in the fields except a little boy about four years of age，
who was sitting on the ground ， and held between his knees a child about
six months old： he pressed it to his bosom with both arms， which thus
formed a sort of arm-chair； and， notwithstanding the liveliness which
sparkled in its black eyes， it remained perfectly still. The sight charmed
me. I sat down upon a plough opposite ， and sketched with great delight
this little picture of brotherly tenderness. I added the neighbouring
hedge ， the barn-door， and some broken cart-wheels， just as they happened
to lie； and I found in about an hour that I had made a very correct and
interesting drawing ， without putting in the slightest thing of my own.
This confirmed me in my resolution of adhering， for the future ， entirely
to nature. She alone is inexhaustible ， and capable of forming the greatest
masters. Much may be alleged in favour of rules ， as much may be likewise
advanced in favour of the laws of society ： an artist formed upon them
will never produce anything absolutely bad or disgusting； as a man who
observes the laws ， and obeys decorum， can never be an absolutely intolerable
neighbour ， nor a decided villain： but yet， say what you will of rules，
they destroy the genuine feeling of nature， as well as its true expression.
Do not tell me "that this is too hard ， that they only restrain and prune
superfluous branches， etc." My good friend ， I will illustrate this
by an analogy. These things resemble love. A warmhearted youth becomes
strongly attached to a maiden ： he spends every hour of the day in her
company ， wears out his health ， and lavishes his fortune ， to afford
continual proof that he is wholly devoted to her. Then comes a man of
the world ， a man of place and respectability， and addresses him thus
： "My good young friend， love is natural； but you must love within
bounds. Divide your time： devote a portion to business ， and give the
hours of recreation to your mistress. Calculate your fortune； and out
of the superfluity you may make her a present ， only not too often ，
—— on her birthday， and such occasions." Pursuing this advice， he
may become a useful member of society ， and I should advise every prince
to give him an appointment； but it is all up with his love ， and with
his genius if he be an artist. O my friend！ why is it that the torrent
of genius so seldom bursts forth， so seldom rolls in full-flowing stream，
overwhelming your astounded soul？ Because， on either side of this stream，
cold and respectable persons have taken up their abodes ， and， forsooth，
their summer-houses and tulip-beds would suffer from the torrent； wherefore
they dig trenches ， and raise embankments betimes， in order to avert
the impending danger.

　　MAY 27. I find I have fallen into raptures， declamation， and similes，
and have forgotten， in consequence ， to tell you what became of the
children. Absorbed in my artistic contemplations， which I briefly described
in my letter of yesterday ， I continued sitting on the plough for two
hours. Toward evening a young woman ， with a basket on her arm ， came
running toward the children ， who had not moved all that time. She exclaimed
from a distance ， "You are a good boy， Philip ！" She gave me greeting
： I returned it， rose ， and approached her. I inquired if she were
the mother of those pretty children. "Yes ，" she said； and， giving
the eldest a piece of bread ， she took the little one in her arms and
kissed it with a mother‘s tenderness. "I left my child in Philip‘s care
，" she said ， "whilst I went into the town with my eldest boy to buy
some wheaten bread， some sugar ， and an earthen pot." I saw the various
articles in the basket， from which the cover had fallen. "I shall make
some broth to-night for my little Hans（which was the name of the youngest）
： that wild fellow ， the big one， broke my pot yesterday ， whilst
he was scrambling with Philip for what remained of the contents." I inquired
for the eldest； and she bad scarcely time to tell me that he was driving
a couple of geese home from the meadow， when he ran up ， and handed
Philip an osier-twig. I talked a little longer with the woman ， and found
that she was the daughter of the schoolmaster ， and that her husband
was gone on a journey into Switzerland for some money a relation had left
him. "They wanted to cheat him，" she said， "and would not answer his
letters ； so he is gone there himself. I hope he has met with no accident，
as I have heard nothing of him since his departure." I left the woman ，
with regret ， giving each of the children a kreutzer ， with an additional
one for the youngest， to buy some wheaten bread for his broth when she
went to town next ； and so we parted. I assure you ， my dear friend ，
when my thoughts are all in tumult， the sight of such a creature as this
tranquillises my disturbed mind. She moves in a happy thoughtlessness
within the confined circle of her existence ； she supplies her wants
from day to day ； and， when she sees the leaves fall， they raise no
other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching. Since that time
I have gone out there frequently. The children have become quite familiar
with me ； and each gets a lump of sugar when I drink my coffee ， and
they share my milk and bread and butter in the evening. They always receive
their kreutzer on Sundays ， for the good woman has orders to give it
to them when I do not go there after evening service. They are quite at
home with me， tell me everything ； and I am particularly amused with
observing their tempers ， and the simplicity of their behaviour， when
some of the other village children are assembled with them.

　　It has given me a deal of trouble to satisfy the anxiety of the mother，
lest（as she says ） "they should inconvenience the gentleman."

　　MAY 30. What I have lately said of painting is equally true with respect
to poetry. It is only necessary for us to know what is really excellent，
and venture to give it expression ； and that is saying much in few words.
To-day I have had a scene ， which， if literally related ， would， make
the most beautiful idyl in the world. But why should I talk of poetry
and scenes and idyls？ Can we never take pleasure in nature without having
recourse to art ？

　　If you expect anything grand or magnificent from this introduction，
you will be sadly mistaken. It relates merely to a peasant-lad， who has
excited in me the warmest interest. As usual， I shall tell my story badly
； and you， as usual ， will think me extravagant. It is Walheim once
more—— always Walheim —— which produces these wonderful phenomena.

　　A party had assembled outside the house under the linden-trees， to
drink coffee. The company did not exactly please me ； and， under one
pretext or another， I lingered behind.

　　A peasant came from an adjoining house， and set to work arranging
some part of the same plough which I had lately sketched. His appearance
pleased me； and I spoke to him ， inquired about his circumstances ，
made his acquaintance ， and， as is my wont with persons of that class，
was soon admitted into his confidence. He said he was in the service of
a young widow ， who set great store by him. He spoke so much of his mistress，
and praised her so extravagantly， that I could soon see he was desperately
in love with her. "She is no longer young ，" he said ： "and she was
treated so badly by her former husband that she does not mean to marry
again." From his account it was so evident what incomparable charms she
possessed for him ， and how ardently he wished she would select him to
extinguish the recollection of her first husband‘s misconduct ， that
I should have to repeat his own words in order to describe the depth of
the poor fellow‘s attachment， truth， and devotion. It would ， in fact，
require the gifts of a great poet to convey the expression of his features，
the harmony of his voice， and the heavenly fire of his eye. No words
can portray the tenderness of his every movement and of every feature
： no effort of mine could do justice to the scene. His alarm lest I should
misconceive his position with regard to his mistress， or question the
propriety of her conduct， touched me particularly. The charming manner
with which he described her form and person ， which， without possessing
the graces of youth ， won and attached him to her， is inexpressible ，
and must be left to the imagination. I have never in my life witnessed
or fancied or conceived the possibility of such intense devotion， such
ardent affections ， united with so much purity. Do not blame me if I
say that the recollection of this innocence and truth is deeply impressed
upon my very soul ； that this picture of fidelity and tenderness haunts
me everywhere ； and that my own heart， as though enkindled by the flame，
glows and burns within me.

　　I mean now to try and see her as soon as I can： or perhaps ， on
second thoughts ， I had better not ； it is better I should behold her
through the eyes of her lover. To my sight， perhaps， she would not appear
as she now stands before me ； and why should I destroy so sweet a picture？

　　JUNE 16. "Why do I not write to you ？" You lay claim to learning ，
and ask such a question. You should have guessed that I am well —— that
is to say —— in a word， I have made an acquaintance who has won my
heart ： I have —— I know not.

　　To give you a regular account of the manner in which I have become
acquainted with the most amiable of women would be a difficult task. I
am a happy and contented mortal ， but a poor historian.

　　An angel！ Nonsense ！ Everybody so describes his mistress； and yet
I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is ， or why she is so
perfect ： suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

　　So much simplicity with so much understauding —— so mild， and yet
so resolute —— a mind so placid ， and a life so active.

　　But all this is ugly balderdash ， which expresses not a single character
nor feature. Some other time—— but no ， not some other time， now，
this very instant ， will I tell you all about it. Now or never. Well ，
between ourselves ， since I commenced my letter， I have been three times
on the point of throwing down my pen， of ordering my horse ， and riding
out. And yet I vowed this morning that I would not ride to-day， and yet
every moment I am rushing to the window to see how high the sun is.

　　I could not restrain myself —— go to her I must. I have just returned，
Wilhelm ； and whilst I am taking supper I will write to you. What a delight
it was for my soul to see her in the midst of her dear， beautiful children，
—— eight brothers and sisters ！

　　But ， if I proceed thus， you will be no wiser at the end of my letter
than you were at the beginning. Attend， then ， and I will compel myself
to give you the details.

　　I mentioned to you the other day that I had become acquainted with
S ——， the district judge ， and that he had invited me to go and visit
him in his retirement ， or rather in his little kingdom. But I neglected
going ， and perhaps should never have gone ， if chance had not discovered
to me the treasure which lay concealed in that retired spot. Some of our
young people had proposed giving a ball in the country， at which I consented
to be present. I offered my hand for the evening to a pretty and agreeable，
but rather commonplace， sort of girl from the immediate neighbourhood
； and it was agreed that I should engage a carriage， and call upon Charlotte，
with my partner and her aunt， to convey them to the ball. My companion
informed me ， as we drove along through the park to the hunting-lodge，
that I should make the acquaintance of a very charming young lady. "Take
care，" added the aunt， "that you do not lose your heart." "Why？" said
I. "Because she is already engaged to a very worthy man ，" she replied，
"who is gone to settle his affairs upon the death of his father ， and
will succeed to a very considerable inheritance." This information possessed
no interest for me. When we arrived at the gate ， the sun was setting
behind the tops of the mountains. The atmosphere was heavy； and the ladies
expressed their fears of an approaching storm ， as masses of low black
clouds were gathering in the horizon. I relieved their anxieties by pretending
to be weather-wise， although I myself had some apprehensions lest our
pleasure should be interrupted.

　　I alighted； and a maid came to the door， and requested us to wait
a moment for her mistress. I walked across the court to a well-built house，
and ， ascending the flight of steps in front ， opened the door， and
saw before me the most charming spectacle I had ever witnessed. Six children，
from eleven to two years old， were running about the hall， and surrounding
a lady of middle height ， with a lovely figure ， dressed in a robe of
simple white， trimmed with pink ribbons. She was holding a rye loaf in
her hand， and was cutting slices for the little ones all around， in
proportion to their age and appetite. She performed her task in a graceful
and affectionate manner ； each claimant awaiting his turn with outstretched
hands ， and boisterously shouting his thanks. Some of them ran away at
once， to enjoy their evening meal； whilst others， of a gentler disposition，
retired to the courtyard to see the strangers ， and to survey the carriage
in which their Charlotte was to drive away. "Pray forgive me for giving
you the trouble to come for me， and for keeping the ladies waiting ：
but dressing， and arranging some household duties before I leave ， had
made me forget my children‘s supper ； and they do not like to take it
from any one but me." I uttered some indifferent compliment ： but my
whole soul was absorbed by her air， her voice， her manner ； and I had
scarcely recovered myself when she ran into her room to fetch her gloves
and fan. The young ones threw inquiring glances at me from a distance
； whilst I approached the youngest ， a most delicious little creature.
He drew back； and Charlotte， entering at the very moment， said ， "Louis，
shake hands with your cousin." The little fellow obeyed willingly ； and
I could not resist giving him a hearty kiss ， notwithstanding his rather
dirty face. "Cousin ，" said I to Charlotte ， as I handed her down ，
"do you think I deserve the happiness of being related to you ？" She
replied ， with a ready smile ， "Oh！ I have such a number of cousins，
that I should be sorry if you were the most undeserving of them." In taking
leave ， she desired her next sister， Sophy， a girl about eleven years
old ， to take great care of the children ， and to say good-bye to papa
for her when he came home from his ride. She enjoined to the little ones
to obey their sister Sophy as they would herself， upon which some promised
that they would ； but a little fair-haired girl， about six years old，
looked discontented ， and said ， "But Sophy is not you， Charlotte；
and we like you best." The two eldest boys had clambered up the carriage
； and， at my request， she permitted them to accompany us a little way
through the forest， upon their promising to sit very still ， and hold
fast.

　　We were hardly seated ， and the ladies had scarcely exchanged compliments，
making the usual remarks upon each other‘s dress， and upon the company
they expected to meet ， when Charlotte stopped the carriage， and made
her brothers get down. They insisted upon kissing her hands once more
； which the eldest did with all the tenderness of a youth of fifteen ，
but the other in a lighter and more careless manner. She desired them
again to give her love to the children， and we drove off.

　　The aunt inquired of Charlotte whether she had finished the book she
had last sent her. "No，" said Charlotte； "I did not like it ： you can
have it again. And the one before was not much better." I was surprised，
upon asking the title ， to hear that it was ____.（We feel obliged to
suppress the passage in the letter， to prevent any one from feeling aggrieved
； although no author need pay much attention to the opinion of a mere
girl， or that of an unsteady young man.）

　　I found penetration and character in everything she said： every expression
seemed to brighten her features with new charms ，——with new rays of
genius，—— which unfolded by degrees， as she felt herself understood.

　　"When I was younger ，" she observed， "I loved nothing so much as
romances. Nothing could equal my delight when ， on some holiday， I could
settle down quietly in a corner ， and enter with my whole heart and soul
into the joys or sorrows of some fictitious Leonora. I do not deny that
they even possess some charms for me yet. But I read so seldom， that
I prefer books suited exactly to my taste. And I like those authors best
whose scenes describe my own situation in life，—— and the friends who
are about me， whose stories touch me with interest ， from resembling
my own homely existence ，—— which， without being absolutely paradise，
is， on the whole ， a source of indescribable happiness."

　　I endeavoured to conceal the emotion which these words occasioned ，
but it was of slight avail； for， when she had expressed so truly her
opinion of "The Vicar of Wakefield，" and of other works， the names of
which I omit（Though the names are omitted， yet the authors mentioned
deserve Charlotte‘s approbation ， and will feel it in their hearts when
they read this passage. It concerns no other person.）， I could no longer
contain myself， but gave full utterance to what I thought of it： and
it was not until Charlotte had addressed herself to the two other ladies，
that I remembered their presence， and observed them sitting mute with
astonishment. The aunt looked at me several times with an air of raillery，
which ， however， I did not at all mind.

　　We talked of the pleasures of dancing. "If it is a fault to love it
，" said Charlotte ， "I am ready to confess that I prize it above all
other amusements. If anything disturbs me ， I go to the piano， play
an air to which I have danced ， and all goes right again directly."

　　You ， who know me， can fancy how steadfastly I gazed upon her rich
dark eyes during these remarks， how my very soul gloated over her warm
lips and fresh， glowing cheeks ， how I became quite lost in the delightful
meaning of her words， so much so ， that I scarcely heard the actual
expressions. In short ， I alighted from the carriage like a person in
a dream ， and was so lost to the dim world around me ， that I scarcely
heard the music which resounded from the illuminated ballroom.

　　The two Messrs. Andran and a certain N. N.（I cannot trouble myself
with the names）， who were the aunt‘s and Charlotte‘s partners ， received
us at the carriage-door ， and took possession of their ladies， whilst
I followed with mine.

　　We commenced with a minuet. I led out one lady after another， and
precisely those who were the most disagreeable could not bring themselves
to leave off. Charlotte and her partner began an English country dance，
and you must imagine my delight when it was their turn to dance the figure
with us. You should see Charlotte dance. She dances with her whole heart
and soul： her figure is all harmony， elegance ， and grace， as if she
were conscious of nothing else， and had no other thought or feeling；
and ， doubtless， for the moment ， every other sensation is extinct.

　　She was engaged for the second country dance， but promised me the
third ， and assured me ， with the most agreeable freedom， that she
was very fond of waltzing. "It is the custom here ，" she said， "for
the previous partners to waltz together ； but my partner is an indifferent
waltzer ， and will feel delighted if I save him the trouble. Your partner
is not allowed to waltz ， and， indeed ， is equally incapable ： but
I observed during the country dance that you waltz well ； so ， if you
will waltz with me， I beg you would propose it to my partner ， and I
will propose it to yours." We agreed， and it was arranged that our partners
should mutually entertain each other.

　　We set off， and， at first ， delighted ourselves with the usual
graceful motions of the arms. With what grace ， with what ease ， she
moved ！ When the waltz commenced ， and the dancers whirled around each
other in the giddy maze ， there was some confusion ， owing to the incapacity
of some of the dancers. We judiciously remained still ， allowing the
others to weary themselves； and， when the awkward dancers had withdrawn，
we joined in， and kept it up famously together with one other couple ，
—— Andran and his partner. Never did I dance more lightly. I felt myself
more than mortal， holding this loveliest of creatures in my arms ， flying，
with her as rapidly as the wind ， till I lost sight of every other object
； and O Wilhelm， I vowed at that moment ， that a maiden whom I loved，
or for whom I felt the slightest attachment ， never， never should waltz
with any one else but with me ， if I went to perdition for it！—— you
will understand this.

　　We took a few turns in the room to recover our breath. Charlotte sat
down， and felt refreshed by partaking of some oranges which I had had
secured ，—— the only ones that had been left ； but at every slice
which ， from politeness， she offered to her neighbours， I felt as though
a dagger went through my heart.

　　We were the second couple in the third country dance. As we were going
down（and Heaven knows with what ecstasy I gazed at her arms and eyes ，
beaming with the sweetest feeling of pure and genuine enjoyment ）， we
passed a lady whom I had noticed for her charming expression of countenance
； although she was no longer young. She looked at Charlotte with a smile，
then， holding up her finger in a threatening attitude， repeated twice
in a very significant tone of voice the name of "Albert."

　　"Who is Albert，" said I to Charlotte ， "if it is not impertinent
to ask？" She was about to answer ， when we were obliged to separate ，
in order to execute a figure in the dance ； and， as we crossed over
again in front of each other， I perceived she looked somewhat pensive.
"Why need I conceal it from you ？" she said， as she gave me her hand
for the promenade. "Albert is a worthy man， to whom I am engaged." Now，
there was nothing new to me in this （for the girls had told me of it
on the way）； but it was so far new that I had not thought of it in connection
with her whom ， in so short a time ， I had learned to prize so highly.
Enough， I became confused， got out in the figure， and occasioned general
confusion ； so that it required all Charlotte‘s presence of mind to set
me right by pulling and pushing me into my proper place.

　　The dance was not yet finished when the lightning which had for some
time been seen in the horizon ， and which I had asserted to proceed entirely
from heat ， grew more violent； and the thunder was heard above the music.
When any distress or terror surprises us in the midst of our amusements，
it naturally makes a deeper impression than at other times， either because
the contrast makes us more keenly susceptible ， or rather perhaps because
our senses are then more open to impressions， and the shock is consequently
stronger. To this cause I must ascribe the fright and shrieks of the ladies.
One sagaciously sat down in a corner with her back to the window， and
held her fingers to her ears； a second knelt down before her ， and hid
her face in her lap ； a third threw herself between them ， and embraced
her sister with a thousand tears； some insisted on going home； others，
unconscious of their actions， wanted sufficient presence of mind to repress
the impertinence of their young partners， who sought to direct to themselves
those sighs which the lips of our agitated beauties intended for heaven.
Some of the gentlemen had gone down-stairs to smoke a quiet cigar ， and
the rest of the company gladly embraced a happy suggestion of the hostess
to retire into another room which was provided with shutters and curtains.
We had hardly got there ， when Charlotte placed the chairs in a circle
； and， when the company had sat down in compliance with her request ，
she forthwith proposed a round game.

　　I noticed some of the company prepare their mouths and draw themselves
up at the prospect of some agreeable forfeit. "Let us play at counting，
" said Charlotte. "Now， pay attention： I shall go round the circle from
right to left ； and each person is to count， one after the other， the
number that comes to him， and must count fast； whoever stops or mistakes
is to have a box on the ear ， and so on， till we have counted a thousand."
It was delightful to see the fun. She went round the circle with upraised
arm. "One ，" said the first； "two ，" the second； "three ，" the third
； and so on， till Charlotte went faster and faster. One made a mistake，
instantly a box on the ear； and， amid the laughter that ensued， came
another box ； and so on， faster and faster. I myself came in for two.
I fancied they were harder than the rest， and felt quite delighted. A
general laughter and confusion put an end to the game long before we had
counted as far as a thousand. The party broke up into little separate
knots ： the storm had ceased ， and I followed Charlotte into the ballroom.
On the way she said ， "The game banished their fears of the storm." I
could make no reply. "I myself，" she continued ， "was as much frightened
as any of them； but by affecting courage ， to keep up the spirits of
the others， I forgot my apprehensions." We went to the window. It was
still thundering at a distance： a soft rain was pouring down over the
country ， and filled the air around us with delicious odours. Charlotte
leaned forward on her arm ； her eyes wandered over the scene ； she raised
them to the sky ， and then turned them upon me ； they were moistened
with tears； she placed her hand on mine and said ， "Klopstock ！" at
once I remembered the magnificent ode which was in her thoughts ： I felt
oppressed with the weight of my sensations， and sank under them. It was
more than I could bear. I bent over her hand， kissed it in a stream of
delicious tears ， and again looked up to her eyes. Divine Klopstock！
why didst thou not see thy apotheosis in those eyes ？ And thy name so
often profaned， would that I never heard it repeated ！

　　JUNE 19. I no longer remember where I stopped in my narrative ： I
only know it was two in the morning when I went to bed； and if you had
been with me， that I might have talked instead of writing to you ， I
should， in all probability ， have kept you up till daylight.

　　I think I have not yet related what happened as we rode home from
the ball， nor have I time to tell you now. It was a most magnificent
sunrise ： the whole country was refreshed， and the rain fell drop by
drop from the trees in the forest. Our companions were asleep. Charlotte
asked me if I did not wish to sleep also， and begged of me not to make
any ceremony on her account. Looking steadfastly at her ， I answered ，
"As long as I see those eyes open ， there is no fear of my falling asleep."
We both continued awake till we reached her door. The maid opened it softly，
and assured her ， in answer to her inquiries ， that her father and the
children were well， and still sleeping. I left her asking permission
to visit her in the course of the day. She consented， and I went ， and，
since that time ， sun， moon ， and stars may pursue their course： I
know not whether it is day or night ； the whole world is nothing to me.

　　JUNE 21. My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect
； and， whatever be my fate hereafter， I can never say that I have not
tasted joy，—— the purest joy of life. You know Walheim. I am now completely
settled there. In that spot I am only half a league from Charlotte； and
there I enjoy myself， and taste all the pleasure which can fall to the
lot of man.

　　Little did I imagine， when I selected Walheim for my pedestrian excursions，
that all heaven lay so near it. How often in my wanderings from the hillside
or from the meadows across the river， have I beheld this hunting-lodge，
which now contains within it all the joy of my heart！

　　I have often， my dear Wilhelm， reflected on the eagerness men feel
to wander and make new discoveries， and upon that secret impulse which
afterward inclines them to return to their narrow circle， conform to
the laws of custom， and embarrass themselves no longer with what passes
around them.

　　It is so strange how， when I came here first ， and gazed upon that
lovely valley from the hillside ， I felt charmed with the entire scene
surrounding me. The little wood opposite—— how delightful to sit under
its shade ！ How fine the view from that point of rock！ Then ， that
delightful chain of hills ， and the exquisite valleys at their feet！
Could I but wander and lose myself amongst them ！ I went ， and returned
without finding what I wished. Distance ， my friend， is like futurity.
A dim vastness is spread before our souls ： the perceptions of our mind
are as obscure as those of our vision ； and we desire earnestly to surrender
up our whole being， that it may be filled with the complete and perfect
bliss of one glorious emotion. But alas ！ when we have attained our object，
when the distant there becomes the present here ， all is changed ： we
are as poor and circumscribed as ever ， and our souls still languish
for unattainable happiness.

　　So does the restless traveller pant for his native soil ， and find
in his own cottage， in the arms of his wife， in the affections of his
children， and in the labour necessary for their support， that happiness
which he had sought in vain through the wide world.

　　When， in the morning at sunrise， I go out to Walheim， and with
my own hands gather in the garden the pease which are to serve for my
dinner， when I sit down to shell them， and read my Homer during the
intervals ， and then ， selecting a saucepan from the kitchen， fetch
my own butter ， put my mess on the fire， cover it up， and sit down
to stir it as occasion requires ， I figure to myself the illustrious
suitors of Penelope ， killing， dressing ， and preparing their own oxen
and swine. Nothing fills me with a more pure and genuine sense of happiness
than those traits of patriarchal life which ， thank Heaven ！ I can imitate
without affectation. Happy is it， indeed ， for me that my heart is capable
of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose
table is covered with food of his own rearing ， and who not only enjoys
his meal， but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings
when he planted it， the soft evenings when he watered it ， and the pleasure
he experienced in watching its daily growth.

　　JUNE 29. The day before yesterday ， the physician came from the town
to pay a visit to the judge. He found me on the floor playing with Charlotte‘s
children. Some of them were scrambling over me， and others romped with
me； and， as I caught and tickled them ， they made a great noise. The
doctor is a formal sort of personage： he adjusts the plaits of his ruffles，
and continually settles his frill whilst he is talking to you ； and he
thought my conduct beneath the dignity of a sensible man. I could perceive
this by his countenance. But I did not suffer myself to be disturbed.
I allowed him to continue his wise conversation ， whilst I rebuilt the
children‘s card houses for them as fast as they threw them down. He went
about the town afterward， complaining that the judge‘s children were
spoiled enough before ， but that now Werther was completely ruining them.
Yes ， my dear Wilhelm， nothing on this earth affects my heart so much
as children. When I look on at their doings ； when I mark in the little
creatures the seeds of all those virtues and qualities which they will
one day find so indispensable ； when I behold in the obstinate all the
future firmness and constancy of a noble character； in the capricious，
that levity and gaiety of temper which will carry them lightly over the
dangers and troubles of life， their whole nature simple and unpolluted，
—— then I call to mind the golden words of the Great Teacher of mankind，
"Unless ye become like one of these ！" And now ， my friend， these children，
who are our equals， whom we ought to consider as our models， we treat
them as though they were our subjects. They are allowed no will of their
own. And have we， then ， none ourselves ？ Whence comes our exclusive
right ？ Is it because we are older and more experienced？ Great God！
from the height of thy heaven thou beholdest great children and little
children， and no others； and thy Son has long since declared which afford
thee greatest pleasure. But they believe in him ， and hear him not ，
——that， too， is an old story； and they train their children after
their own image ， etc. Adieu ， Wilhelm： I will not further bewilder
myself with this subject.

　　JULY 1. The consolation Charlotte can bring to an invalid I experience
from my own heart ， which suffers more from her absence than many a poor
creature lingering on a bed of sickness. She is gone to spend a few days
in the town with a very worthy woman， who is given over by the physicians，
and wishes to have Charlotte near her in her last moments. I accompanied
her last week on a visit to the Vicar of S——， a small village in the
mountains ， about a league hence. We arrived about four o‘clock： Charlotte
had taken her little sister with her. When we entered the vicarage court，
we found the good old man sitting on a bench before the door， under the
shade of two large walnut-trees. At the sight of Charlotte he seemed to
gain new life ， rose ， forgot his stick ， and ventured to walk toward
her. She ran to him ， and made him sit down again； then ， placing herself
by his side ， she gave him a number of messages from her father， and
then caught up his youngest child ， a dirty， ugly little thing， the
joy of his old age， and kissed it. I wish you could have witnessed her
attention to this old man ，——how she raised her voice on account of
his deafness； how she told him of healthy young people ， who had been
carried off when it was least expected； praised the virtues of Carlsbad，
and commended his determination to spend the ensuing summer there ； and
assured him that he looked better and stronger than he did when she saw
him last. I ， in the meantime， paid attention to his good lady. The
old man seemed quite in spirits ； and as I could not help admiring the
beauty of the walnut-trees， which formed such an agreeable shade over
our heads ， he began ， though with some little difficulty ， to tell
us their history. "As to the oldest ，" said he ， "we do not know who
planted it，—— some say one clergyman ， and some another ： but the
younger one ， there behind us， is exactly the age of my wife， fifty
years old next October； her father planted it in the morning ， and in
the evening she came into the world. My wife‘s father was my predecessor
here， and I cannot tell you how fond he was of that tree ； and it is
fully as dear to me. Under the shade of that very tree， upon a log of
wood， my wife was seated knitting， when I ， a poor student ， came
into this court for the first time， just seven and twenty years ago."
Charlotte inquired for his daughter. He said she was gone with Herr Schmidt
to the meadows， and was with the haymakers. The old man then resumed
his story ， and told us how his predecessor had taken a fancy to him ，
as had his daughter likewise； and how he had become first his curate ，
and subsequently his successor. He had scarcely finished his story when
his daughter returned through the garden， accompanied by the above-mentioned
Herr Schmidt. She welcomed Charlotte affectionately ， and I confess I
was much taken with her appearance. She was a lively-looking， good-humoured
brunette， quite competent to amuse one for a short time in the country.
Her lover （for such Herr Schmidt evidently appeared to be） was a polite，
reserved personage， and would not join our conversation， notwithstanding
all Charlotte‘s endeavours to draw him out. I was much annoyed at observing，
by his countenance， that his silence did not arise from want of talent，
but from caprice and ill-humour. This subsequently became very evident，
when we set out to take a walk， and Frederica joining Charlotte， with
whom I was talking， the worthy gentleman‘s face， which was naturally
rather sombre ， became so dark and angry that Charlotte was obliged to
touch my arm， and remind me that I was talking too much to Frederica.
Nothing distresses me more than to see men torment each other ； particularly
when in the flower of their age ， in the very season of pleasure ， they
waste their few short days of sunshine in quarrels and disputes ， and
only perceive their error when it is too late to repair it. This thought
dwelt upon my mind； and in the evening ， when we returned to the vicar‘s，
and were sitting round the table with our bread end milk， the conversation
turned on the joys and sorrows of the world ， I could not resist the
temptation to inveigh bitterly against ill-humour. "We are apt，" said
I ， "to complain ， but - with very little cause ， that our happy days
are few ， and our evil days many. If our hearts were always disposed
to receive the benefits Heaven sends us ， we should acquire strength
to support evil when it comes." "But，" observed the vicar‘s wife ， "we
cannot always command our tempers ， so much depends upon the constitution
： when the body suffers， the mind is ill at ease." "I acknowledge that，
" I continued ； "but we must consider such a disposition in the light
of a disease， and inquire whether there is no remedy for it." "I should
be glad to hear one ，" said Charlotte： "at least， I think very much
depends upon ourselves； I know it is so with me. When anything annoys
me， and disturbs my temper ， I hasten into the garden ， hum a couple
of country dances ， and it is all right with me directly." "That is what
I meant ，" I replied ； "ill-humour resembles indolence： it is natural
to us ； but if once we have courage to exert ourselves ， we find our
work run fresh from our hands ， and we experience in the activity from
which we shrank a real enjoyment." Frederica listened very attentively
： and the young man objected ， that we were not masters of ourselves，
and still less so of our feelings. "The question is about a disagreeable
feeling ，" I added ， "from which every one would willingly escape ，
but none know their own power without trial. Invalids are glad to consult
physicians， and submit to the most scrupulous regimen， the most nauseous
medicines ， in order to recover their health." I observed that the good
old man inclined his head ， and exerted himself to hear our discourse
； so I raised my voice ， and addressed myself directly to him. We preach
against a great many crimes ，" I observed， "but I never remember a sermon
delivered against ill-humour." "That may do very well for your town clergymen，
" said he ： "country people are never ill-humoured ； though ， indeed，
it might be useful， occasionally ， to my wife for instance， and the
judge." We all laughed， as did he likewise very cordially， till he fell
into a fit of coughing， which interrupted our conversation for a time.
Herr Schmidt resumed the subject. "You call ill humour a crime，" he remarked，
"but I think you use too strong a term." "Not at all，" I replied ， "if
that deserves the name which is so pernicious to ourselves and our neighbours.
Is it not enough that we want the power to make one another happy ， must
we deprive each other of the pleasure which we can all make for ourselves？
Show me the man who has the courage to hide his ill-humour， who bears
the whole burden himself， without disturbing the peace of those around
him. No ： ill-humour arises from an inward consciousness of our own want
of merit， from a discontent which ever accompanies that envy which foolish
vanity engenders. We see people happy ， whom we have not made so ， and
cannot endure the sight." Charlotte looked at me with a smile ； she observed
the emotion with which I spoke： and a tear in the eyes of Frederica stimulated
me to proceed. "Woe unto those，" I said， "who use their power over a
human heart to destroy the simple pleasures it would naturally enjoy！
All the favours ， all the attentions ， in the world cannot compensate
for the loss of that happiness which a cruel tyranny has destroyed." My
heart was full as I spoke. A recollection of many things which had happened
pressed upon my mind， and filled my eyes with tears. "We should daily
repeat to ourselves ，" I exclaimed ， "that we should not interfere with
our friends ， unless to leave them in possession of their own joys ，
and increase their happiness by sharing it with them！ But when their
souls are tormented by a violent passion， or their hearts rent with grief，
is it in your power to afford them the slightest consolation？

　　"And when the last fatal malady seizes the being whose untimely grave
you have prepared ， when she lies languid and exhausted before you ，
her dim eyes raised to heaven ， and the damp of death upon her pallid
brow， there you stand at her bedside like a condemned criminal ， with
the bitter feeling that your whole fortune could not save her ； and the
agonising thought wrings you， that all your efforts are powerless to
impart even a moment‘s strength to the departing soul ， or quicken her
with a transitory consolation."

　　At these words the remembrance of a similar scene at which I had been
once present fell with full force upon my heart. I buried my face in my
handkerchief， and hastened from the room ， and was only recalled to
my recollection by Charlotte‘s voice， who reminded me that it was time
to return home. With what tenderness she chid me on the way for the too
eager interest I took in everything ！ She declared it would do me injury，
and that I ought to spare myself. Yes ， my angel ！ I will do so for
your sake.

　　JULY 6. She is still with her dying friend， and is still the same
bright， beautiful creature whose presence softens pain ， and sheds happiness
around whichever way she turns. She went out yesterday with her little
sisters ： I knew it， and went to meet them； and we walked together.
In about an hour and a half we returned to the town. We stopped at the
spring I am so fond of， and which is now a thousand times dearer to me
than ever. Charlotte seated herself upon the low wall ， and we gathered
about her. I looked around， and recalled the time when my heart was unoccupied
and free. "Dear fountain！" I said， "since that time I have no more come
to enjoy cool repose by thy fresh stream： I have passed thee with careless
steps ， and scarcely bestowed a glance upon thee." I looked down ， and
observed Charlotte‘s little sister， Jane ， coming up the steps with
a glass of water. I turned toward Charlotte ， and I felt her influence
over me. Jane at the moment approached with the glass. Her sister ， Marianne，
wished to take it from her. "No ！" cried the child ， with the sweetest
expression of face， "Charlotte must drink first."

　　The affection and simplicity with which this was uttered so charmed
me， that I sought to express my feelings by catching up the child and
kissing her heartily. She was frightened， and began to cry. "You should
not do that ，" said Charlotte： I felt perplexed. "Come， Jane ，" she
continued ， taking her hand， and leading her down the steps again ，
"it is no matter： wash yourself quickly in the fresh water." I stood
and watched them； and when I saw the little dear rubbing her cheeks with
her wet hands ， in full belief that all the impurities contracted from
my ugly beard would be washed off by the miraculous water ， and how，
though Charlotte said it would do ， she continued still to wash with
all her might ， as though she thought too much were better than too little，
I assure you， Wilhelm， I never attended a baptism with greater reverence
； and， when Charlotte came up from the well ， I could have prostrated
myself as before the prophet of an Eastern nation.

　　In the evening I would not resist telling the story to a person who，
I thought ， possessed some natural feeling ， because he was a man of
understanding. But what a mistake I made. He maintained it was very wrong
of Charlotte， that we should not deceive children， that such things
occasioned countless mistakes and superstitions ， from which we were
bound to protect the young. It occurred to me then， that this very man
had been baptised only a week before； so I said nothing further， but
maintained the justice of my own convictions. We should deal with children
as God deals with us， we are happiest under the influence of innocent
delusions.

　　JULY 8. What a child is man that he should be so solicitous about
a look！ What a child is man！ We had been to Walheim ： the ladies went
in a carriage ； but during our walk I thought I saw in Charlotte‘s dark
eyes—— I am a fool—— but forgive me ！ you should see them，—— those
eyes. —— However， to be brief（for my own eyes are weighed down with
sleep ）， you must know， when the ladies stepped into their carriage
again ， young W. Seldstadt ， Andran ， and I were standing about the
door. They are a merry set of fellows ， and they were all laughing and
joking together. I watched Charlotte‘s eyes. They wandered from one to
the other ； but they did not light on me ， on me， who stood there motionless，
and who saw nothing but her ！ My heart bade her a thousand times adieu，
but she noticed me not. The carriage drove off； and my eyes filled with
tears. I looked after her ： suddenly I saw Charlotte‘s bonnet leaning
out of the window ， and she turned to look back， was it at me ？ My
dear friend ， I know not ； and in this uncertainty I find consolation.
Perhaps she turned to look at me. Perhaps ！ Good-night —— what a child
I am！

　　JULY lO. You should see how foolish I look in company when her name
is mentioned， particularly when I am asked plainly how I like her. How
I like her！ I detest the phrase. What sort of creature must he be who
merely liked Charlotte， whose whole heart and senses were not entirely
absorbed by her. Like her ！ Some one asked me lately how I liked Ossian.

　　JULY 11. Madame M —— is very ill. I pray for her recovery ， because
Charlotte shares my sufferings. I see her occasionally at my friend‘s
house ， and to-day she has told me the strangest circumstance. Old M
—— is a covetous， miserly fellow ， who has long worried and annoyed
the poor lady sadly ； but she has borne her afflictions patiently. A
few days ago， when the physician informed us that her recovery was hopeless，
she sent for her husband（Charlotte was present ）， and addressed him
thus： "I have something to confess ， which， after my decease ， may
occasion trouble and confusion. I have hitherto conducted your household
as frugally and economically as possible， but you must pardon me for
having defrauded you for thirty years. At the commencement of our married
life， you allowed a small sum for the wants of the kitchen ， and the
other household expenses. When our establishment increased and our property
grew larger ， I could not persuade you to increase the weekly allowance
in proportion ： in short ， you know ， that ， when our wants were greatest，
you required me to supply everything with seven florins a week. I took
the money from you without an observation ， but made up the weekly deficiency
from the money-chest； as nobody would suspect your wife of robbing the
household bank. But I have wasted nothing ， and should have been content
to meet my eternal Judge without this confession， if she ， upon whom
the management of your establishment will devolve after my decease， would
be free from embarrassment upon your insisting that the allowance made
to me ， your former wife ， was sufficient."

　　I talked with Charlotte of the inconceivable manner in which men allow
themselves to be blinded； how any one could avoid suspecting some deception，
when seven florins only were allowed to defray expenses twice as great.
But I have myself known people who believed ， without any visible astonishment，
that their house possessed the prophet‘s never-failing cruse of oil.

　　JULY 13. No ， I am not deceived. In her dark eyes I read a genuine
interest in me and in my fortunes. Yes， I feel it； and I may believe
my own heart which tells me —— dare I say it？—— dare I pronounce
the divine words？—— that she loves me！

　　That she loves me ！ How the idea exalts me in my own eyes！ And，
as you can understand my feelings ， I may say to you ， how I honour
myself since she loves me ！

　　Is this presumption ， or is it a consciousness of the truth？ I do
not know a man able to supplant me in the heart of Charlotte； and yet
when she speaks of her betrothed with so much warmth and affection， I
feel like the soldier who has been stripped of his honours and titles ，
and deprived of his sword.

　　JULY 16. How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger ，
or my feet meet hers under the table！ I draw back as if from a furnace
； but a secret force impels me forward again ， and my senses become
disordered. Her innocent， unconscious heart never knows what agony these
little familiarities inflict upon me. Sometimes when we are talking she
Iays her hand upon mine ， and in the eagerness of conversation comes
closer to me， and her balmy breath reaches my lips ，—— when I feel
as if lightning had struck me ， and that I could sink into the earth.
And yet ， Wilhelm， with all this heavenly confidence，—— if I know
myself， and should ever dare —— you understand me. No， no ！ my heart
is not so corrupt ， it is weak ， weak enough but is not that a degree
of corruption ？

　　She is to me a sacred being. All passion is still in her presence
： I cannot express my sensations when I am near her. I feel as if my
soul beat in every nerve of my body. There is a melody which she plays
on the piano with angelic skill ，—— so simple is it， and yet so spiritual！
It is her favourite air ； and， when she plays the first note， all pain，
care， and sorrow disappear from me in a moment.

　　I believe every word that is said of the magic of ancient music. How
her simple song enchants me ！ Sometimes， when I am ready to commit suicide，
she sings that air； and instantly the gloom and madness which hung over
me are dispersed， and I breathe freely again.

　　JULY 18. Wilhelm， what is the world to our hearts without love ？
What is a magic-lantern without light ？ You have but to kindle the flame
within， and the brightest figures shine on the white wall； and， if
love only show us fleeting shadows， we are yet happy ， when ， like
mere children ， we behold them ， and are transported with the splendid
phantoms. I have not been able to see Charlotte to-day. I was prevented
by company from which I could not disengage myself. What was to be done？
I sent my servant to her house， that I might at least see somebody to-day
who had been near her. Oh ， the impatience with which I waited for his
return！ the joy with which I welcomed him！ I should certainly have caught
him in my arms， and kissed him ， if I had not been ashamed.

　　It is said that the Bonona stone， when placed in the sun ， attracts
the rays， and for a time appears luminous in the dark. So was it with
me and this servant. The idea that Charlotte‘s eyes had dwelt on his countenance，
his cheek ， his very apparel ， endeared them all inestimably to me，
so that at the moment I would not have parted from him for a thousand
crowns. His presence made me so happy ！ Beware of laughing at me ， Wilhelm.
Can that be a delusion which makes us happy ？

　　JULY 19. "I shall see her today ！" I exclaim with delight， when
I rise in the morning ， and look out with gladness of heart at the bright，
beautiful sun. "I shall see her today ！" And then I have no further wish
to form ： all， all is included in that one thought.

　　JULY 2O. I cannot assent to your proposal that I should accompany
the ambassador to _______. I do not love subordination； and we all know
that he is a rough， disagreeable person to be connected with. You say
my mother wishes me to be employed. I could not help laughing at that.
Am I not sufficiently employed？ And is it not in reality the same， whether
I shell peas or count lentils ？ The world runs on from one folly to another
； and the man who， solely from regard to the opinion of others， and
without any wish or necessity of his own， toils after gold ， honour ，
or any other phantom， is no better than a fool.

　　JULY 24. You insist so much on my not neglecting my drawing ， that
it would be as well for me to say nothing as to confess how little I have
lately done.

　　I never felt happier， I never understood nature better ， even down
to the veriest stem or smallest blade of grass； and yet I am unable to
express myself： my powers of execution are so weak ， everything seems
to swim and float before me ， so that I cannot make a clear， bold outline.
But I fancy I should succeed better if I had some clay or wax to model.
I shall try ， if this state of mind continues much longer， and will
take to modelling ， if I only knead dough.

　　I have commenced Charlotte‘s portrait three times ， and have as often
disgraced myself. This is the more annoying ， as I was formerly very
happy in taking likenesses. I have since sketched her profile ， and must
content myself with that.

　　JULY 25. Yes， dear Charlotte ！ I will order and arrange everything.
Only give me more commissions ， the more the better. One thing ， however，
I must request： use no more writing-sand with the dear notes you send
me. Today I raised your letter hastily to my lips ， and it set my teeth
on edge.

　　JULY 26. I have often determined not to see her so frequently. But
who could keep such a resolution？ Every day I am exposed to the temptation，
and promise faithfully that to-morrow I will really stay away ： but，
when tomorrow comes ， I find some irresistible reason for seeing her
； and， before I can account for it， I am with her again. Either she
has said on the previous evening "You will be sure to call to-morrow，
" —— and who could stay away then ？——or she gives me some commission，
and I find it essential to take her the answer in person； or the day
is fine ， and I walk to Walheim； and， when I am there， it is only
half a league farther to her. I am within the charmed atmosphere， and
soon find myself at her side. My grandmother used to tell us a story of
a mountain of loadstone. When any vessels came near it， they were instantly
deprived of their ironwork： the nails flew to the mountain ， and the
unhappy crew perished amidst the disjointed planks.

　　JULY 30. Albert is arrived， and I must take my departure. Were he
the best and noblest of men ， and I in every respect his inferior， I
could not endure to see him in possession of such a perfect being. Possession！
—— enough ， Wilhelm： her betrothed is here，—— a fine ， worthy
fellow， whom one cannot help liking. Fortunately I was not present at
their meeting. It would have broken my heart！ And he is so considerate
： he has not given Charlotte one kiss in my presence. Heaven reward him
for it！ I must love him for the respect with which he treats her. He
shows a regard for me ， but for this I suspect I am more indebted to
Charlotte than to his own fancy for me. Women have a delicate tact in
such matters， and it should be so. They cannot always succeed in keeping
two rivals on terms with each other ； but， when they do ， they are
the only gainers.

　　I cannot help esteeming Albert. The coolness of his temper contrasts
strongly with the impetuosity of mine ， which I cannot conceal. He has
a great deal of feeling ， and is fully sensible of the treasure he possesses
in Charlotte. He is free from ill-humour， which you know is the fault
I detest most.

　　He regards me as a man of sense ； and my attachment to Charlotte ，
and the interest I take in all that concerns her， augment his triumph
and his love. I shall not inquire whether he may not at times tease her
with some little jealousies ； as I know， that ， were I in his place，
I should not be entirely free from such sensations.

　　But ， be that as it may， my pleasure with Charlotte is over. Call
it folly or infatuation ， what signifies a name？ The thing speaks for
itself. Before Albert came， I knew all that I know now. I knew I could
make no pretensions to her， nor did I offer any， that is， as far as
it was possible ， in the presence of so much loveliness， not to pant
for its enjoyment. And now， behold me like a silly fellow， staring with
astonishment when another comes in， and deprives me of my love.

　　I bite my lips， and feel infinite scorn for those who tell me to
be resigned ， because there is no help for it. Let me escape from the
yoke of such silly subterfuges！ I ramble through the woods ； and when
I return to Charlotte ， and find Albert sitting by her side in the summer-house
in the garden ， I am unable to bear it ， behave like a fool ， and commit
a thousand extravagances. "For Heaven‘s sake，" said Charlotte today，
"let us have no more scenes like those of last night！ You terrify me
when you are so violent." Between ourselves ， I am always away now when
he visits her ： and I feel delighted when I find her alone.

　　AUGUST 8. Believe me， dear Wilhelm ， I did not allude to you when
I spoke so severely of those who advise resignation to inevitable fate.
I did not think it possible for you to indulge such a sentiment. But in
fact you are right. I only suggest one objection. In this world one is
seldom reduced to make a selection between two alternatives. There are
as many varieties of conduct and opinion as there are turns of feature
between an aquiline nose and a flat one.

　　You will， therefore， permit me to concede your entire argument，
and yet contrive means to escape your dilemma.

　　Your position is this ， I hear you say ： "Either you have hopes
of obtaining Charlotte， or you have none. Well ， in the first case，
pursue your course， and press on to the fulfilment of your wishes. In
the second， be a man ， and shake off a miserable passion， which will
enervate and destroy you." My dear friend ， this is well and easily said.

　　But would you require a wretched being， whose life is slowly wasting
under a lingering disease ， to despatch himself at once by the stroke
of a dagger ？ Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength
deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance？

　　You may answer me ， if you please， with a similar analogy ， "Who
would not prefer the amputation of an arm to the periling of life by doubt
and procrastination ！" But I know not if I am right， and let us leave
these comparisons.

　　Enough！ There are moments， Wilhelm， when I could rise up and shake
it all off， and when ， if I only knew where to go ， I could fly from
this place.

　　THE SAME EVENING.

　　My diary， which I have for some time neglected ， came before me
today ； and I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself
step by step. To have seen my position so clearly ， and yet to have acted
so like a child ！ Even still I behold the result plainly ， and yet have
no thought of acting with greater prudence.

　　AUGUST lO. If I were not a fool ， I could spend the happiest and
most delightful life here. So many agreeable circumstances， and of a
kind to ensure a worthy man‘s happiness ， are seldom united. Alas！ I
feel it too sensibly，—— the heart alone makes our happiness！ To be
admitted into this most charming family ， to be loved by the father as
a son ， by the children as a father， and by Charlotte ！ then the noble
Albert， who never disturbs my happiness by any appearance of ill-humour，
receiving me with the heartiest affection ， and loving me， next to Charlotte，
better than all the world ！ Wilhelm， you would be delighted to hear
us in our rambles ， and conversations about Charlotte. Nothing in the
world can be more absurd than our connection， and yet the thought of
it often moves me to tears.

　　He tells me sometimes of her excellent mother ； how， upon her death-bed，
she had committed her house and children to Charlotte ， and had given
Charlotte herself in charge to him； how， since that time， a new spirit
had taken possession of her ； how， in care and anxiety for their welfare，
she became a real mother to them； how every moment of her time was devoted
to some labour of love in their behalf，—— and yet her mirth and cheerfulness
had never forsaken her. I walk by his side， pluck flowers by the way ，
arrange them carefully into a nosegay ， then fling them into the first
stream I pass ， and watch them as they float gently away. I forget whether
I told you that Albert is to remain here. He has received a government
appointment ， with a very good salary； and I understand he is in high
favour at court. I have met few persons so punctual and methodical in
business.

　　AUGUST 12. Certainly Albert is the best fellow in the world. I had
a strange scene with him yesterday. I went to take leave of him ； for
I took it into my head to spend a few days in these mountains ， from
where I now write to you. As I was walking up and down his room ， my
eye fell upon his pistols. "Lend me those pistols ，" said I， "for my
journey." "By all means ，" he replied， "if you will take the trouble
to load them； for they only hang there for form." I took down one of
them； and he continued ， "Ever since I was near suffering for my extreme
caution ， I will have nothing to do with such things." I was curious
to hear the story. "I was staying ，" said he ， "some three months ago，
at a friend‘s house in the country. I had a brace of pistols with me，
unloaded； and I slept without any anxiety. One rainy afternoon I was
sitting by myself ， doing nothing， when it occurred to me I do not know
how that the house might be attacked， that we might require the pistols，
that we might in short， you know how we go on fancying ， when we have
nothing better to do. I gave the pistols to the servant ， to clean and
load. He was playing with the maid， and trying to frighten her ， when
the pistol went off —— God knows how！—— the ramrod was in the barrel
； and it went straight through her right hand， and shattered the thumb.
I had to endure all the lamentation ， and to pay the surgeon‘s bill；
so， since that time， I have kept all my weapons unloaded. But ， my
dear friend ， what is the use of prudence？ We can never be on our guard
against all possible dangers. However ，" —— now， you must know I can
tolerate all men till they come to "however ；" —— for it is self-evident
that every universal rule must have its exceptions. But he is so exceedingly
accurate， that ， if he only fancies he has said a word too precipitate，
or too general， or only half true， he never ceases to qualify ， to
modify， and extenuate， till at last he appears to have said nothing
at all. Upon this occasion， Albert was deeply immersed in his subject
： I ceased to listen to him， and became lost in reverie. With a sudden
motion， I pointed the mouth of the pistol to my forehead ， over the
right eye. "What do vou mean？" cried Albert， turning back the pistol.
"It is not loaded ，" said I. "And even if not，" he answered with impatience，
"what can you mean？ I cannot cornprehend how a man can be so mad as to
shoot himself ， and the bare idea of it shocks me."

　　"But why should any one ，" said I， "in speaking of an action， venture
to pronounce it mad or wise ， or good or bad ？ What is the meaning of
all this？ Have you carefully studied the secret motives of our actions？
Do you understand —— can you explain the causes which occasion them ，
and make them inevitable？ If you can ， you will be less hasty with your
decision."

　　"But you will allow ，" said Albert ； "that some actions are criminal，
let them spring from whatever motives they may." I granted it ， and shrugged
my shoulders.

　　"But still， my good friend ，" I continued ， "there are some exceptions
here too. Theft is a crime； but the man who commits it from extreme poverty，
with no design but to save his family from perishing， is he an object
of pity ， or of punishment ？ Who shall throw the first stone at a husband，
who ， in the heat of just resentment ， sacrifices his faithless wife
and her perfidious seducer？ or at the young maiden ， who， in her weak
hour of rapture ， forgets herself in the impetuous joys of love？ Even
our laws， cold and cruel as they are ， relent in such cases ， and withhold
their punishment."

　　"That is quite another thing，" said Albert ； "because a man under
the influence of violent passion loses alI power of reflection， and is
regarded as intoxicated or insane."

　　"Oh ！ you people of sound understandings ，" I replied ， smiling，
"are ever ready to exclaim ‘Extravagance， and madness， and intoxication！
‘ You moral men are so calm and so subdued！ You abhor the drunken man，
and detest the extravagant； you pass by， like the Levite， and thank
God ， like the Pharisee， that you are not like one of them. I have been
more than once intoxicated， my passions have always bordered on extravagance
： I am not ashamed to confess it ； for I have learned ， by my own experience，
that all extraordinary men， who have accomplished great and astonishing
actions ， have ever been decried by the world as drunken or insane. And
in private life ， too， is it not intolerable that no one can undertake
the execution of a noble or generous deed ， without giving rise to the
exclamation that the doer is intoxicated or mad ？ Shame upon you ， ye
sages ！"

　　"This is another of your extravagant humours，" said Albert ： "you
always exaggerate a case， and in this matter you are undoubtedly wrong
； for we were speaking of suicide， which you compare with great actions，
when it is impossible to regard it as anything but a weakness. It is much
easier to die than to bear a life of misery with fortitude."

　　I was on the point of breaking off the conversation ， for nothing
puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace
when I am talking from my inmost heart. However ， I composed myself，
for I had often heard the same observation with sufficient vexation ；
and I answered him， therefore， with a little warmth ， "You call this
a weakness—— beware of being led astray by appearances. When a nation，
which has long groaned under the intolerable yoke of a tyrant ， rises
at last and throws off its chains ， do you call that weakness？ The man
who ， to rescue his house from the flames， finds his physical strength
redoubled ， so that he lifts burdens with ease ， which， in the absence
of excitement ， he could scarcely move ； he who ， under the rage of
an insult ， attacks and puts to flight half a score of his enemies ，
are such persons to be called weak？ My good friend ， if resistance be
strength， how can the highest degree of resistance be a weakness ？"

　　Albert looked steadfastly at me ， and said ， "Pray forgive me ，
but I do not see that the examples you have adduced bear any relation
to the question." "Very likely，" I answered； "for I have often been
told that my style of illustration borders a little on the absurd. But
let us see if we cannot place the matter in another point of view ， by
inquiring what can be a man‘s state of mind who resolves to free himself
from the burden of life ，—— a burden often so pleasant to bear ，—
— for we cannot otherwise reason fairly upon the subject.

　　"Human nature ，" I continued ， "has its limits. It is able to endure
a certain degree of joy ， sorrow ， and pain ， but becomes annihilated
as soon as this measure is exceeded. The question ， therefore， is ，
not whether a man is strong or weak ， but whether he is able to endure
the measure of his sufferings. The suffering may be moral or physical
； and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys
himself ， as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever."

　　"Paradox， all paradox！" exclaimed Albert. "Not so paradoxical as
you imagine ，" I replied. "You allow that we designate a disease as mortal
when nature is so severely attacked ， and her strength so far exhausted，
that she cannot possibly recover her former condition under any change
that may take place.

　　"Now， my good friend ， apply this to the mind ； observe a man in
his natural ， isolated condition ； consider how ideas work， and how
impressions fasten on him ， till at length a violent passion seizes him，
destroying all his powers of calm reflection， and utterly ruining him.

　　"It is in vain that a man of sound mind and cool temper understands
the condition of such a wretched being， in vain he counsels him. He can
no more communicate his own wisdom to him than a healthy man can instil
his strength into the invalid ， by whose bedside he is seated."

　　Albert thought this too general. I reminded him of a girl who had
drowned herself a short time previously ， and I related her history.

　　She was a good creature ， who had grown up in the narrow sphere of
household industry and weekly appointed labour； one who knew no pleasure
beyond indulging in a walk on Sundays ， arrayed in her best attire ，
accompanied by her friends， or perhaps joining in the dance now and then
at some festival， and chatting away her spare hours with a neighbour ，
discussing the scandal or the quarrels of the village ， trifles sufficient
to occupy her heart. At length the warmth of her nature is influenced
by certain new and unknown wishes. Inflamed by the flatteries of men，
her former pleasures become by degrees insipid， till at length she meets
with a youth to whom she is attracted by an indescribable feeling ； upon
him she now rests all her hopes ； she forgets the world around her ；
she sees， hears， desires nothing but him， and him only. He alone occupies
all her thoughts. Uncorrupted by the idle indulgence of an enervating
vanity， her affection moving steadily toward its object， she hopes to
become his， and to realise ， in an everlasting union with him ， all
that happiness which she sought ， all that bliss for which she longed.
His repeated promises confirm her hopes ： embraces and endearments ，
which increase the ardour of her desires， overmaster her soul. She floats
in a dim， delusive anticipation of her happiness ； and her feelings
become excited to their utmost tension. She stretches out her arms finally
to embrace the object of all her wishes and her lover forsakes her. Stunned
and bewildered， she stands upon a precipice. All is darkness around her.
No prospect ， no hope， no consolation —— forsaken by him in whom her
existence was centred ！ She sees nothing of the wide world before her，
thinks nothing of the many individuals who might supply the void in her
heart ； she feels herself deserted ， forsaken by the world； and， blinded
and impelled by the agony which wrings her soul ， she plunges into the
deep， to end her sufferings in the broad embrace of death. See here，
Albert， the history of thousands ； and tell me， is not this a case
of physical infirmity ？ Nature has no way to escape from the labyrinth
： her powers are exhausted ： she can contend no longer， and the poor
soul must die.

　　"Shame upon him who can look on calmly， and exclaim， ‘The foolish
girl！ she should have waited ； she should have allowed time to wear
off the impression； her despair would have been softened ， and she would
have found another lover to comfort her.‘ One might as well say ， ‘The
fool， to die of a fever！ why did he not wait till his strength was restored，
till his blood became calm？ all would then have gone well， and he would
have been alive now.‘"

　　Albert， who could not see the justice of the comparison， offered
some further objections ， and， amongst others ， urged that I had taken
the case of a mere ignorant girl. But how any man of sense， of more enlarged
views and experience， could be excused ， he was unable to comprehend.
"My friend！" I exclaimed ， "man is but man； and， whatever be the extent
of his reasoning powers ， they are of little avail when passion rages
within， and he feels himself confined by the narrow limits of nature.
It were better， then —— but we will talk of this some other time ，
" I said， and caught up my hat. Alas ！ my heart was full； and we parted
without conviction on either side. How rarely in this world do men understand
each other！

　　AUGUST 15. There can be no doubt that in this world nothing is so
indispensable as love. I observe that Charlotte could not lose me without
a pang， and the very children have but one wish； that is， that I should
visit them again to-morrow. I went this afternoon to tune Charlotte‘s
piano. But I could not do it， for the little ones insisted on my telling
them a story； and Charlotte herself urged me to satisfy them. I waited
upon them at tea， and they are now as fully contented with me as with
Charlotte ； and I told them my very best tale of the princess who was
waited upon by dwarfs. I improve myself by this exercise， and am quite
surprised at the impression my stories create. If I sometimes invent an
incident which I forget upon the next narration ， they remind one directly
that the story was different before ； so that I now endeavour to relate
with exactness the same anecdote in the same monotonous tone， which never
changes. I find by this ， how much an author injures his works by altering
them， even though they be improved in a poetical point of view. The first
impression is readily received. We are so constituted that we believe
the most incredible things； and， once they are engraved upon the memory，
woe to him who would endeavour to efface them.

　　AUGUST 18. Must it ever be thus ，—— that the source of our happiness
must also be the fountain of our misery ？ The full and ardent sentiment
which animated my heart with the love of nature ， overwhelming me with
a torrent of delight， and which brought all paradise before me ， has
now become an insupportable torment ， a demon which perpetually pursues
and harasses me. When in bygone days I gazed from these rocks upon yonder
mountains across the river， and upon the green ， flowery valley before
me， and saw alI nature budding and bursting around ； the hills clothed
from foot to peak with tall ， thick forest trees ； the valleys in all
their varied windings ， shaded with the loveliest woods； and the soft
river gliding along amongst the lisping reeds ， mirroring the beautiful
clouds which the soft evening breeze wafted across the sky，—— when
I heard the groves about me melodious with the music of birds ， and saw
the million swarms of insects dancing in the last golden beams of the
sun ， whose setting rays awoke the humming beetles from their grassy
beds， whilst the subdued tumult around directed my attention to the ground，
and I there observed the arid rock compelled to yield nutriment to the
dry moss， whilst the heath flourished upon the barren sands below me ，
all this displayed to me the inner warmth which animates all nature ，
and filled and glowed within my heart. I felt myself exalted by this overflowing
fulness to the perception of the Godhead， and the glorious forms of an
infinite universe became visible to my soul ！ Stupendous mountains encompassed
me， abysses yawned at my feet， and cataracts fell headlong down before
me； impetuous rivers rolled through the plain， and rocks and mountains
resounded from afar. In the depths of the earth I saw innumerable powers
in motion ， and multiplying to infinity； whilst upon its surface， and
beneath the heavens ， there teemed ten thousand varieties of living creatures.
Everything around is alive with an infinite number of forms ； while mankind
fly for security to their petty houses， from the shelter of which they
rule in their imaginations over the wide-extended universe. Poor fool ！
in whose petty estimation all things are little. From the inaccessible
mountains ， across the desert which no mortal foot has trod， far as
the confines of the unknown ocean ， breathes the spirit of the eternal
Creator ； and every atom to which he has given existence finds favour
in his sight. Ah， how often at that time has the flight of a bird， soaring
above my head ， inspired me with the desire of being transported to the
shores of the immeasurable waters ， there to quaff the pleasures of life
from the foaming goblet of the Infinite ， and to partake ， if but for
a moment even ， with the confined powers of my soul， the beatitude of
that Creator who accomplishes all things in himself ， and through himself！

　　My dear friend， the bare recollection of those hours still consoles
me. Even this effort to recall those ineffable sensations ， and give
them utterance， exalts my soul above itself， and makes me doubly feel
the intensity of my present anguish.

　　It is as if a curtain had been drawn from before my eyes， and， instead
of prospects of eternal life， the abyss of an ever open grave yawned
before me. Can we say of anything that it exists when all passes away ，
when time ， with the speed of a storm， carries all things onward，—
— and our transitory existence ， hurried along by the torrent ， is
either swallowed up by the waves or dashed against the rocks？ There is
not a moment but preys upon you ，—— and upon all around you， not a
moment in which you do not yourself become a destroyer. The most innocent
walk deprives of life thousands of poor insects ： one step destroys the
fabric of the industrious ant ， and converts a little world into chaos.
No： it is not the great and rare calamities of the world ， the floods
which sweep away whole villages ， the earthquakes which swallow up our
towns ， that affect me. My heart is wasted by the thought of that destructive
power which lies concealed in every part of universal nature. Nature has
formed nothing that does not consume itself ， and every object near it
： so that， surrounded by earth and air， and all the active powers，
I wander on my way with aching heart； and the universe is to me a fearful
monster ， for ever devouring its own offspring.

　　AUGUST 21. In vain do I stretch out my arms toward her when I awaken
in the morning from my weary slumbers. In vain do I seek for her at night
in my bed ， when some innocent dream has happily deceived me ， and placed
her near me in the fields ， when I have seized her hand and covered it
with countless kisses. And when I feel for her in the half confusion of
sleep ， with the happy sense that she is near， tears flow from my oppressed
heart ； and， bereft of all comfort， I weep over my future woes.

　　AUGUST 22. What a misfortune， Wilhelm！ My active spirits have degenerated
into contented indolence. I cannot be idle， and yet I am unable to set
to work. I cannot think ： I have no longer any feeling for the beauties
of nature ， and books are distasteful to me. Once we give ourselves up，
we are totally lost. Many a time and oft I wish I were a common labourer
； that ， awakening in the morning ， I might have but one prospect，
one pursuit ， one hope ， for the day which has dawned. I often envy
Albert when I see him buried in a heap of papers and parchments ， and
I fancy I should be happy were I in his place. Often impressed with this
feeling I have been on the point of writing to you and to the minister，
for the appointment at the embassy， which you think I might obtain. I
believe I might procure it. The minister has long shown a regard for me，
and has frequently urged me to seek employment. It is the business of
an hour only. Now and then the fable of the horse recurs to me. Weary
of liberty， he suffered himself to be saddled and bridled， and was ridden
to death for his pains. I know not what to determine upon. For is not
this anxiety for change the consequence of that restless spirit which
would pursue me equally in every situation of life？

　　AUGUST 28. If my ills would admit of any cure ， they would certainly
be cured here. This is my birthday， and early in the morning I received
a packet from Albert. Upon opening it ， I found one of the pink ribbons
which Charlotte wore in her dress the first time I saw her， and which
I had several times asked her to give me. With it were two volumes in
duodecimo of Wetstein‘s "Homer，" a book I had often wished for ， to
save me the inconvenience of carrying the large Ernestine edition with
me upon my walks. You see how they anticipate my wishes ， how well they
understand all those little attentions of friendship， so superior to
the costly presents of the great， which are humiliating. I kissed the
ribbon a thousand times ， and in every breath inhaled the remembrance
of those happy and irrevocable days which filled me with the keenest joy.
Such， Wilhelm， is our fate. I do not murmur at it ： the flowers of
life are but visionary. How many pass away， and leave no trace behind
—— how few yield any fruit—— and the fruit itself ， how rarely does
it ripen！ And yet there are flowers enough ！ and is it not strange，
my friend ， that we should suffer the little that does really ripen，
to rot， decay， and perish unenjoyed ？ Farewell ！ This is a glorious
summer. I often climb into the trees in Charlotte‘s orchard ， and shake
down the pears that hang on the highest branches. She stands below， and
catches them as they fall.

　　AUGUST 3O. Unhappy being that I am！ Why do I thus deceive myself ？
What is to come of all this wild， aimless， endless passion？ I cannot
pray except to her. My imagination sees nothing but her ： all surrounding
objects are of no account ， except as they relate to her. In this dreamy
state I enjoy many happy hours， till at length I feel compelled to tear
myself away from her. Ah， Wilhelm， to what does not my heart often compel
me！ When I have spent several hours in her company ， till I feel completely
absorbed by her figure， her grace， the divine expression of her thoughts，
my mind becomes gradually excited to the highest excess ， my sight grows
dim ， my hearing confused， my breathing oppressed as if by the hand
of a murderer ， and my beating heart seeks to obtain relief for my aching
senses. I am sometimes unconscious whether I really exist. If in such
moments I find no sympathy， and Charlotte does not allow me to enjoy
the melancholy consolation of bathing her hand with my tears， I feel
compelled to tear myself from her ， when I either wander through the
country ， climb some precipitous cliff ， or force a path through the
trackless thicket ， where I am lacerated and torn by thorns and briers
； and thence I find relief. Sometimes I lie stretched on the ground，
overcome with fatigue and dying with thirst ； sometimes， late in the
night ， when the moon shines above me， I recline against an aged tree
in some sequestered forest， to rest my weary limbs ， when ， exhausted
and worn， I sleep till break of day. O Wilhelm ！ the hermit‘s cell，
his sackcloth ， and girdle of thorns would be luxury and indulgence compared
with what I suffer. Adieu ！ I see no end to this wretchedness except
the grave.

　　SEPTEMBER 3. I must away. Thank you ， Wilhelm， for determining my
wavering purpose. For a whole fortnight I have thought of leaving her.
I must away. She has returned to town ， and is at the house of a friend.
And then， Albert —— yes， I must go.

　　SEPTEMBER 1O. Oh， what a night ， Wilhelm！ I can henceforth bear
anything. I shall never see her again. Oh ， why cannot I fall on your
neck， and， with floods of tears and raptures， give utterance to all
the passions which distract my heart！ Here I sit gasping for breath，
and struggling to compose myself. I wait for day， and at sunrise the
horses are to be at the door.

　　And she is sleeping calmly， little suspecting that she has seen me
for the last time. I am free. I have had the courage， in an interview
of two hours‘ duration， not to betray my intention. And O Wilhelm， what
a conversation it was ！

　　Albert had promised to come to Charlotte in the garden immediately
after supper. I was upon the terrace under the tall chestnut trees， and
watched the setting sun. I saw him sink for the last time beneath this
delightful valley and silent stream. I had often visited the same spot
with Charlotte， and witnessed that glorious sight； and now—— I was
walking up and down the very avenue which was so dear to me. A secret
sympathy had frequently drawn me thither before I knew Charlotte； and
we were delighted when， in our early acquaintance， we discovered that
we each loved the same spot ， which is indeed as romantic as any that
ever captivated the fancy of an artist.

　　From beneath the chestnut trees ， there is an extensive view. But
I remember that I have mentioned all this in a former letter， and have
described the tall mass of beech trees at the end ， and how the avenue
grows darker and darker as it winds its way among them， till it ends
in a gloomy recess， which has all the charm of a mysterious solitude.
I still remember the strange feeling of melancholy which came over me
the first time I entered that dark retreat， at bright midday. I felt
some secret foreboding that it would， one day， be to me the scene of
some happiness or misery.

　　I had spent half an hour struggling between the contending thoughts
of going and returning， when I heard them coming up the terrace. I ran
to meet them. I trembled as I took her hand ， and kissed it. As we reached
the top of the terrace， the moon rose from behind the wooded hill. We
conversed on many subjects， and， without perceiving it， approached
the gloomy recess. Charlotte entered， and sat down. Albert seated himself
beside her. I did the same， but my agitation did not suffer me to remain
long seated. I got up ， and stood before her ， then walked backward
and forward ， and sat down again. I was restless and miserable. Charlotte
drew our attention to the beautiful effect of the moonlight ， which threw
a silver hue over the terrace in front of us， beyond the beech trees.
It was a glorious sight ， and was rendered more striking by the darkness
which surrounded the spot where we were. We remained for some time silent，
when Charlotte observed ， "Whenever I walk by moonlight， it brings to
my remembrance all my beloved and departed friends， and I am filled with
thoughts of death and futurity. We shall live again ， Werther！" she
continued ， with a firm but feeling voice； "but shall we know one another
again what do you think ？ what do you say？"

　　"Charlotte，" I said， as I took her hand in mine ， and my eyes filled
with tears， "we shall see each other again —— here and hereafter we
shall meet again." I could say no more. Why ， Wilhelm， should she put
this question to me ， just at the monent when the fear of our cruel separation
filled my heart ？

　　"And oh ！ do those departed ones know how we are employed here ？
do they know when we are well and happy ？ do they know when we recall
their memories with the fondest love？ In the silent hour of evening the
shade of my mother hovers around me ； when seated in the midst of my
children， I see them assembled near me ， as they used to assemble near
her ； and then I raise my anxious eyes to heaven ， and wish she could
look down upon us ， and witness how I fulfil the promise I made to her
in her last moments ， to be a mother to her children. With what emotion
do I then exclaim ， ‘Pardon， dearest of mothers ， pardon me， if I
do not adequately supply your place ！ Alas ！ I do my utmost. They are
clothed and fed ； and， still better ， they are loved and educated.
Could you but see ， sweet saint！ the peace and harmony that dwells amongst
us， you would glorify God with the warmest feelings of gratitude ， to
whom， in your last hour， you addressed such fervent prayers for our
happiness.‘" Thus did she express herself ； but O Wilhelm！ who can do
justice to her language ？ how can cold and passionless words convey the
heavenly expressions of the spirit？ Albert interrupted her gently. "This
affects you too deeply， my dear Charlotte. I know your soul dwells on
such recollections wlth intense delight ； but I implore—— " "O Albert！
" she continued ， "I am sure you do not forget the evenings when we three
used to sit at the little round table ， when papa was absent ， and the
little ones had retired. You often had a good book with you ， but seldom
read it ； the conversation of that noble being was preferable to everything，
—— that beautiful ， bright ， gentle ， and yet ever-toiling woman.
God alone knows how I have supplicated with tears on my nightly couch ，
that I might be like her."

　　I threw myself at her feet， and， seizing her hand ， bedewed it
with a thousand tears. "Charlotte ！" I exclaimed ， "God‘s blessing and
your mother‘s spirit are upon you." "Oh ！ that you had known her ，"
she said， with a warm pressure of the hand. "She was worthy of being
known to you." I thought I should have fainted： never had I received
praise so flattering. She continued ， "And yet she was doomed to die
in the flower of her youth， when her youngest child was scarcely six
months old. Her illness was but short ， but she was calm and resigned
； and it was only for her children ， especially the youngest， that
she felt unhappy. When her end drew nigh， she bade me bring them to her.
I obeyed. The younger ones knew nothing of their approaching loss ， while
the elder ones were quite overcome with grief. They stood around the bed
； and she raised her feeble hands to heaven， and prayed over them ；
then， kissing them in turn ， she dismissed them ， and said to me ，
‘Be you a mother to them.‘ I gave her my hand. ‘You are promising much，
my child，‘ she said： ‘a mother‘s fondness and a mother‘s care ！ I have
often witnessed ， by your tears of gratitude ， that you know what is
a mother‘s tenderness ： show it to your brothers and sisters ， and be
dutiful and faithful to your father as a wife ； you will be his comfort.‘
She inquired for him. He had retired to conceal his intolerable anguish，
—— he was heartbroken ， "Albert， you were in the room. She heard some
one moving： she inquired who it was， and desired you to approach. She
surveyed us both with a look of composure and satisfaction， expressive
of her conviction that we should be happy ，—— happy with one another."
Albert fell upon her neck ， and kissed her ， and exclaimed， "We are
so， and we shall be so ！" Even Albert ， generally so tranquil， had
quite lost his composure； and I was excited beyond expression.

　　"And such a being ，" She continued ， "was to leave us ， Werther！
Great God ， must we thus part with everything we hold dear in this world？
Nobody felt this more acutely than the children ： they cried and lamented
for a long time afterward ， complaining that men had carried away their
dear mamma."

　　Charlotte rose. It aroused me ； but I continued sitting， and held
her hand. "Let us go，" she said： "it grows late." She attempted to withdraw
her hand： I held it still. "We shall see each other again，" I exclaimed
： "we shall recognise each other under every possible change ！ I am
going ，" I continued ， "going willingly ； but， should I say for ever，
perhaps I may not keep my word. Adieu ， Charlotte； adieu， Albert. We
shall meet again." "Yes ： tomorrow ， I think，" she answered with a
smile. Tomorrow ！ how I felt the word！ Ah ！ she little thought ， when
she drew her hand away from mine. They walked down the avenue. I stood
gazing after them in the moonlight. I threw myself upon the ground， and
wept： I then sprang up ， and ran out upon the terrace ， and saw， under
the shade of the linden-trees ， her white dress disappearing near the
garden-gate. I stretched out my arms， and she vanished.

　　BOOK II.

　　OCTOBER 2O. We arrived here yesterday. The ambassador is indisposed，
and will not go out for some days. If he were less peevish and morose ，
all would be well. I see but too plainly that Heaven has destined me to
severe trials ； but courage！ a light heart may bear anything. A light
heart ！ I smile to find such a word proceeding from my pen. A little
more lightheartedness would render me the happiest being under the sun.
But must I despair of my talents and faculties， whilst others of far
inferior abilities parade before me with the utmost self-satisfaction ？
Gracious Providence ， to whom I owe all my powers， why didst thou not
withhold some of those blessings I possess， and substitute in their place
a feeling of self-confidence and contentment？

　　But patience！ all will yet be well ； for I assure you ， my dear
friend， you were right ： since I have been obliged to associate continually
with other people ， and observe what they do ， and how they employ themselves，
I have become far better satisfied with myself. For we are so constituted
by nature ， that we are ever prone to compare ourselves with others；
and our happiness or misery depends very much on the objects and persons
around us. On this account， nothing is more dangerous than solitude：
there our imagination ， always disposed to rise， taking a new flight
on the wings of fancy ， pictures to us a chain of beings of whom we seem
the most inferior. All things appear greater than they really are ， and
all seem superior to us. This operation of the mind is quite natural：
we so continually feel our own imperfections， and fancy we perceive in
others the qualities we do not possess， attributing to them also all
that we enjoy ourselves ， that by this process we form the idea of a
perfect ， happy man，—— a man， however， who only exists in our own
imagination. But when ， in spite of weakness and disappointments ， we
set to work in earnest， and persevere steadily ， we often find， that，
though obliged continually to tack， we make more way than others who
have the assistance of wind and tide； and， in truth ， there can be
no greater satisfaction than to keep pace with others or outstrip them
in the race.

　　NOVEMBER 26. I begin to find my situation here more tolerable ， considering
all circumstances. I find a great advantage in being much occupied； and
the number of persons I meet， and their different pursuits ， create
a varied entertainment for me. I have formed the acquaintance of the Count
C —— and I esteem him more and more every day. He is a man of strong
understanding and great discernment ； but， though he sees farther than
other people， he is not on that account cold in his manner ， but capable
of inspiring and returning the warmest affection. He appeared interested
in me on one occasion ， when I had to transact some business with him.
He perceived， at the first word， that we understood each other， and
that he could converse with me in a different tone from what he used with
others. I cannot sufficiently esteem his frank and open kindness to me.
It is the greatest and most genuine of pleasures to observe a great mind
in sympathy with our own.

　　DECEMBER 24. As I anticipated ， the ambassador occasions me infinite
annoyance. He is the most punctilious blockhead under heaven. He does
everything step by step ， with the trifling minuteness of an old woman
； and he is a man whom it is impossible to please， because he is never
pleased with himself. I like to do business regularly and cheerfully，
and ， when it is finished， to leave it. But he constantly returns my
papers to me， saying ， "They will do，" but recommending me to look
over them again ， as "one may always improve by using a better word or
a more appropriate particle." I then lose all patience， and wish myself
at the devil‘s. Not a conjunction ， not an adverb， must be omitted：
he has a deadly antipathy to all those transpositions of which I am so
fond； and， if the music of our periods is not tuned to the established，
official key， he cannot comprehend our meaning. It is deplorable to be
connected with such a fellow.

　　My acquaintance with the Count C—— is the only compensation for
such an evil. He told me frankly， the other day， that he was much displeased
with the difficulties and delays of the ambassador； that people like
him are obstacles ， both to themselves and to others. "But ，" added
he， "one must submit ， like a traveller who has to ascend a mountain
： if the mountain was not there， the road would be both shorter and
pleasanter； but there it is， and he must get over it." The old man perceives
the count‘s partiality for me ： this annoys him， and， he seizes every
opportunity to depreciate the count in my hearing. I naturally defend
him ， and that only makes matters worse. Yesterday he made me indignant，
for he also alluded to me. "The count ，" he said ， "is a man of the
world ， and a good man of business ： his style is good， and he writes
with facility ； but， like other geniuses， he has no solid learning."
He looked at me with an expression that seemed to ask if I felt the blow.
But it did not produce the desired effect ： I despise a man who can think
and act in such a manner. However ， I made a stand ， and answered with
not a little warmth. The count， I said ， was a man entitled to respect，
alike for his character and his acquirements. I had never met a person
whose mind was stored with more useful and extensive knowledge，—— who
had ， in fact， mastered such an infinite variety of subjects， and who
yet retained all his activity for the details of ordinary business. This
was altogether beyond his comprehension ； and I took my leave， lest
my anger should be too highly excited by some new absurdity of his.

　　And you are to blame for all this ， you who persuaded me to bend
my neck to this yoke by preaching a life of activity to me. If the man
who plants vegetables ， and carries his corn to town on market-days，
is not more usefully employed than I am ， then let me work ten years
longer at the galleys to which I am now chained.

　　Oh， the brilliant wretchedness ， the weariness， that one is doomed
to witness among the silly people whom we meet in society here！ The ambition
of rank ！ How they watch ， how they toil， to gain precedence ！ What
poor and contemptible passions are displayed in their utter nakedness ！
We have a woman here， for example， who never ceases to entertain the
company with accounts of her family and her estates. Any stranger would
consider her a silly being， whose head was turned by her pretensions
to rank and property； but she is in reality even more ridiculous ， the
daughter of a mere magistrate‘s clerk from this neighbourhood. I cannot
understand how human beings can so debase themselves.

　　Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by
ourselves ； and I have so much trouble with myseif ， and my own heart
is in such constant agitation ， that I am well content to let others
pursue their own course ， if they only allow me the same privilege.

　　What provokes me most is the unhappy extent to which distinctions
of rank are carried. I know perfectly well how necessary are inequalities
of condition， and I am sensible of the advantages I myself derive therefrom
； but I would not have these institutions prove a barrier to the small
chance of happiness which I may enjoy on this earth.

　　I have lately become acquainted with a Miss B ——， a very agreeable
girl， who has retained her natural manners in the midst of artificial
life. Our first conversation pleased us both equally； and， at taking
leave ， I requested permission to visit her. She consented in so obliging
a manner， that I waited with impatience for the arrival of the happy
moment. She is not a native of this place ， but resides here with her
aunt. The countenance of the old lady is not prepossessing. I paid her
much attention， addressing the greater part of my conversation to her
； and， in less than half an hour， I discovered what her niece subsequently
acknowledged to me， that her aged aunt ， having but a small fortune ，
and a still smaller share of understanding， enjoys no satisfaction except
in the pedigree of her ancestors， no protection save in her noble birth，
and no enjoyment but in looking from her castle over the heads of the
humble citizens. She was， no doubt ， handsome in her youth， and in
her early years probably trifled away her time in rendering many a poor
youth the sport of her caprice： in her riper years she has submitted
to the yoke of a veteran officer， who， in return for her person and
her small independence， has spent with her what we may designate her
age of brass. He is dead； and she is now a widow ， and deserted. She
spends her iron age alone ， and would not be approached， except for
the loveliness of her niece.

　　JANUARY 8 ， 1772. What beings are men， whose whole thoughts are
occupied with form and ceremony ， who for years together devote their
mental and physical exertions to the task of advancing themselves but
one step， and endeavouring to occupy a higher place at the table. Not
that such persons would otherwise want employment ： on the contrary，
they give themselves much trouble by neglecting important business for
such petty trifles. Last week a question of precedence arose at a sledging-party，
and all our amusement was spoiled.

　　The silly creatures cannot see that it is not place which constitutes
real greatness， since the man who occupies the first place but seldom
plays the principal part. How many kings are governed by their ministers
—— how many ministers by their secretaries？ Who， in such cases， is
really the chief？ He ， as it seems to me， who can see through the others，
and possesses strength or skill enough to make their power or passions
subservient to the execution of his own designs.

　　JANUARY 20. I must write to you from this place ， my dear Charlotte，
from a small room in a country inn， where I have taken shelter from a
severe storm. During my whole residence in that wretched place D——，
where I lived amongst strangers ，—— strangers， indeed ， to this heart，
—— I never at any time felt the smallest inclination to correspond with
you ； but in this cottage， in this retirement ， in this solitude ，
with the snow and hail beating against my lattice-pane， you are my first
thought. The instant I entered， your figure rose up before me， and the
remembrance ！ O my Charlotte ， the sacred ， tender remembrance ！ Gracious
Heaven！ restore to me the happy moment of our first acquaintance.

　　Could you but see me， my dear Charlotte， in the whirl of dissipation，
—— how my senses are dried up ， but my heart is at no time full. I
enjoy no single moment of happiness ： all is vain—— nothing touches
me. I stand ， as it were ， before the raree-show： I see the little
puppets move， and I ask whether it is not an optical illusion. I am amused
with these puppets， or ， rather ， I am myself one of them： but， when
I sometimes grasp my neighbour‘s hand ， I feel that it is not natural
； and I withdraw mine with a shudder. In the evening I say I will enjoy
the next morning‘s sunrise， and yet I remain in bed： in the day I promise
to ramble by moonlight； and I， nevertheless ， remain at home. I know
not why I rise， nor why I go to sleep.

　　The leaven which animated my existence is gone： the charm which cheered
me in the gloom of night， and aroused me from my morning slumbers， is
for ever fled.

　　I have found but one being here to interest me， a Miss B ——。 She
resembles you ， my dear Charlotte， if any one can possibly resemble
you. "Ah！" you will say， "he has learned how to pay fine compliments."
And this is partly true. I have been very agreeable lately， as it was
not in my power to be otherwise. I have ， moreover ， a deal of wit：
and the ladies say that no one understands flattery better， or falsehoods
you will add； since the one accomplishment invariably accompanies the
other. But I must tell you of Miss B——。 She has abundance of soul，
which flashes from her deep blue eyes. Her rank is a torment to her ，
and satisfies no one desire of her heart. She would gladly retire from
this whirl of fashion ， and we often picture to ourselves a life of undisturbed
happiness in distant scenes of rural retirement ： and then we speak of
you ， my dear Charlotte； for she knows you， and renders homage to your
merits； but her homage is not exacted， but voluntary， she loves you，
and delights to hear you made the subject of conversation.

　　Oh， that I were sitting at your feet in your favourite little room，
with the dear children playing around us！ If they became troublesome
to you， I would tell them some appalling goblin story； and they would
crowd round me with silent attention. The sun is setting in glory ； his
last rays are shining on the snow ， which covers the face of the country
： the storm is over， and I must return to my dungeon. Adieu ！—— Is
Albert with you ？ and what is he to you？ God forgive the question.

　　FEBRUARY 8. For a week past we have had the most wretched weather
： but this to me is a blessing ； for， during my residence here ， not
a single fine day has beamed from the heavens ， but has been lost to
me by the intrusion of somebody. During the severity of rain， sleet，
frost ， and storm， I congratulate myself that it cannot be worse indoors
than abroad ， nor worse abroad than it is within doors ； and so I become
reconciled. When the sun rises bright in the morning， and promises a
glorious day， I never omit to exclaim， "There ， now， they have another
blessing from Heaven， which they will be sure to destroy ： they spoil
everything，—— health ， fame ， happiness， amusement； and they do
this generally through folly， ignorance， or imbecility， and always ，
according to their own account， with the best intentions ！" I could
often beseech them， on my bended knees ， to be less resolved upon their
own destruction.

　　FEBRUARY 17. I fear that my ambassador and I shall not continue much
longer together. He is really growing past endurance. He transacts his
business in so ridiculous a manner， that I am often compelled to contradict
him ， and do things my own way ； and then ， of course， he thinks them
very ill done. He complained of me lately on this account at court； and
the minister gave me a reprimand，—— a gentle one it is true， but still
a reprimand. In consequence of this ， I was about to tender my resignation，
when I received a letter， to which I submitted with great respect， on
account of the high ， noble， and generous spirit which dictated it.
He endeavoured to soothe my excessive sensibility ， paid a tribute to
my extreme ideas of duty， of good example， and of perseverance in business，
as the fruit of my youthful ardour， an impulse which he did not seek
to destroy， but only to moderate ， that it might have proper play and
be productive of good. So now I am at rest for another week ， and no
longer at variance with myself. Content and peace of mind are valuable
things： I could wish ， my dear friend ， that these precious jewels
were less transitory.

　　FEBRUARY 20. God bless you， my dear friends， and may he grant you
that happiness which he denies to me！

　　I thank you ， Albert ， for having deceived me. I waited for the
news that your wedding-day was fixed； and I intended on that day ， with
solemnity ， to take down Charlotte‘s profile from the wall ， and to
bury it with some other papers I possess. You are now united， and her
picture still remains here. Well， let it remain！ Why should it not？
I know that I am still one of your society， that I still occupy a place
uninjured in Charlotte‘s heart， that I hold the second place therein
； and I intend to keep it. Oh， I should become mad if she could forget！
Albert， that thought is hell ！ Farewell ， Albert farewell， angel of
heaven farewell ， Charlotte！

　　MARCH 15. I have just had a sad adventure ， which will drive me away
from here. I lose all patience！—— Death！—— It is not to be remedied
； and you alone are to blame ， for you urged and impelled me to fill
a post for which I was by no means suited. I have now reason to be satisfied，
and so have you ！ But， that you may not again attribute this fatality
to my impetuous temper， I send you ， my dear sir， a plain and simple
narration of the affair ， as a mere chronicler of facts would describe
it.

　　The Count of O—— likes and distinguishes me. It is well known ，
and I have mentioned this to you a hundred times. Yesterday I dined with
him. It is the day on which the nobility are accustomed to assemble at
his house in the evening. I never once thought of the assembly， nor that
we subalterns did not belong to such society. Well， I dined with the
count ； and， after dinner ， we adjourned to the large hall. We walked
up and down together： and I conversed with him ， and with Colonel B
——， who joined us； and in this manner the hour for the assembly approached.
God knows ， I was thinking of nothing， when who should enter but the
honourable Lady accompanied by her noble husband and their silly， scheming
daughter， with her small waist and flat neck ； and， with disdainful
looks and a haughty air they passed me by. As I heartily detest the whole
race， I determined upon going away ； and only waited till the count
had disengaged himself from their impertinent prattle ， to take leave，
when the agreeable Miss B —— came in. As I never meet her without experiencing
a heartfelt pleasure， I stayed and talked to her ， leaning over the
back of her chair ， and did not perceive ， till after some time ， that
she seemed a little confused， and ceased to answer me with her usual
ease of manner. I was struck with it. "Heavens！" I said to myself， "can
she ， too， be like the rest ？" I felt annoyed， and was about to withdraw
； but I remained ， notwithstanding， forming excuses for her conduct，
fancying she did not mean it， and still hoping to receive some friendly
recognition. The rest of the company now arrived. There was the Baron
F ——， in an entire suit that dated from the coronation of Francis I.
； the Chancellor N ——， with his deaf wife ； the shabbily-dressed
I ——， whose old-fashioned coat bore evidence of modern repairs ： this
crowned the whole. I conversed with some of my acquaintances， but they
answered me laconically. I was engaged in observing Miss B——， and did
not notice that the women were whispering at the end of the room， that
the murmur extended by degrees to the men ， that Madame S—— addressed
the count with much warmth（this was all related to me subsequently by
Miss B——）； till at length the count came up to me ， and took me to
the window. "You know our ridiculous customs，" he said. "I perceive the
company is rather displeased at your being here. I would not on any account
——" "I beg your excellency‘s pardon ！" I exclaimed. "I ought to have
thought of this before， but I know you will forgive this little inattention.
I was going ，" I added ， "some time ago ， but my evil genius detained
me." And I smiled and bowed ， to take my leave. He shook me by the hand，
in a manner which expressed everything. I hastened at once from the illustrious
assembly， sprang into a carriage ， and drove to M ——。 I contemplated
the setting sun from the top of the hill， and read that beautiful passage
in Homer， where Ulysses is entertained by the hospitable herdsmen. This
was indeed delightful. I returned home to supper in the evening. But few
persons were assembled in the room. They had turned up a corner of the
table-cloth ， and were playing at dice. The good-natured A —— came
in. He laid down his hat when he saw me ， approached me， and said in
a low tone， "You have met with a disagreeable adventure." "I ！" I exclaimed.
"The count obliged you to withdraw from the assembly！" "Deuce take the
assembly！" said I. "I was very glad to be gone." "I am delighted ，"
he added， "that you take it so lightly. I am only sorry that it is already
so much spoken of." The circumstance then began to pain me. I fancied
that every one who sat down ， and even looked at me， was thinking of
this incident ； and my heart became embittered.

　　And now I could plunge a dagger into my bosom ， when I hear myself
everywhere pitied ， and observe the triumph of my enemies， who say that
this is always the case with vain persons ， whose heads are turned with
conceit ， who affect to despise forms and such petty ， idle nonsense.

　　Say what you will of fortitude， but show me the man who can patiently
endure the laughter of fools， when they have obtained an advantage over
him. ‘Tis only when their nonsense is without foundation that one can
suffer it without complaint.

　　MARCH 16. Everything conspires against me. I met Miss B —— walking
to-day. I could not help joining her； and， when we were at a little
distance from her companions， I expressed my sense of her altered manner
toward me. "O Werther ！" she said， in a tone of emotion ， "you ， who
know my heart ， how could you so ill interpret my distress ？ What did
I not suffer for you， from the moment you entered the room ！ I foresaw
it all， a hundred times was I on the point of mentioning it to you. I
knew that the S ——s and T ——s ， with their husbands， would quit
the room， rather than remain in your company. I knew that the count would
not break with them ： and now so much is said about it." "How！" I exclaimed，
and endeavoured to conceal my emotion ； for all that Adelin had mentioned
to me yesterday recurred to me painfully at that moment. "Oh， how much
it has already cost me！" said this amiable girl， while her eyes filled
with tears. I could scarcely contain myself ， and was ready to throw
myself at her feet. "Explain yourself ！" I cried. Tears flowed down her
cheeks. I became quite frantic. She wiped them away ， without attempting
to conceal them. "You know my aunt，" she continued ； "she was present
： and in what light does she consider the affair ！ Last night ， and
this morning， Werther， I was compelled to listen to a lecture upon my，
acquaintance with you. I have been obliged to hear you condemned and depreciated
； and I could not—— I dared not—— say much in your defence."

　　Every word she uttered was a dagger to my heart. She did not feel
what a mercy it would have been to conceal everything from me. She told
me， in addition， all the impertinence that would be further circulated，
and how the malicious would triumph ； how they would rejoice over the
punishment of my pride， over my humiliation for that want of esteem for
others with which I had often been reproached. To hear all this ， Wilhelm，
uttered by her in a voice of the most sincere sympathy， awakened all
my passions ； and I am still in a state of extreme excitement. I wish
I could find a man to jeer me about this event. I would sacrifice him
to my resentment. The sight of his blood might possibly be a relief to
my fury. A hundred times have I seized a dagger ， to give ease to this
oppressed heart. Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively
open a vein with their teeth， when heated and exhausted by a long course，
in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to open a vein， to
procure for myself everlasting liberty.

　　MARCH 24. I have tendered my resignation to the court. I hope it will
be accepted ， and you will forgive me for not having previously consulted
you. It is necessary I should leave this place. I know all you will urge
me to stay， and therefore I beg you will soften this news to my mother.
I am unable to do anything for myself ： how， then ， should I be competent
to assist others？ It will afflict her that I should have interrupted
that career which would have made me first a privy councillor ， and then
minister， and that I should look behind me ， in place of advancing.
Argue as you will ， combine all the reasons which should have induced
me to remain， I am going ： that is sufficient. But， that you may not
be ignorant of my destination ， I may mention that the Prince of ——
is here. He is much pleased with my company ； and， having heard of my
intention to resign ， he has invited me to his country house ， to pass
the spring months with him. I shall be left completely my own master；
and ， as we agree on all subjects but one， I shall try my fortune ，
and accompany him.

　　APRIL l9. Thanks for both your letters. I delayed my reply， and withheld
this letter ， till I should obtain an answer from the court. I feared
my mother might apply to the minister to defeat my purpose. But my request
is granted， my resignation is accepted. I shall not recount with what
reluctance it was accorded， nor relate what the minister has written
： you would only renew your lamentations. The crown prince has sent me
a present of five and twenty ducats ； and， indeed ， such goodness has
affected me to tears. For this reason I shall not require from my mother
the money for which I lately applied.

　　MAY 5. I leave this place to-morrow ； and， as my native place is
only six miles from the high road ， I intend to visit it once more ，
and recall the happy dreams of my childhood. I shall enter at the same
gate through which I came with my mother， when ， after my father‘s death，
she left that delightful retreat to immure herself in your melancholy
town. Adieu ， my dear friend ： you shall hear of my future career.

　　MAY 9. I have paid my visit to my native place with all the devotion
of a pilgrim， and have experienced many unexpected emotions. Near the
great elm tree， which is a quarter of a league from the village， I got
out of the carriage ， and sent it on before， that alone ， and on foot，
I might enjoy vividly and heartily all the pleasure of my recollections.
I stood there under that same elm which was formerly the term and object
of my walks. How things have since changed！ Then ， in happy ignorance，
I sighed for a world I did not know ， where I hoped to find every pleasure
and enjoyment which my heart could desire ； and now， on my return from
that wide world ， O my friend， how many disappointed hopes and unsuccessful
plans have I brought back ！

　　As I contemplated the mountains which lay stretched out before me ，
I thought how often they had been the object of my dearest desires. Here
used I to sit for hours together with my eyes bent upon them， ardently
longing to wander in the shade of those woods ， to lose myself in those
valleys ， which form so delightful an object in the distance. With what
reluctance did I leave this charming spot ； when my hour of recreation
was over， and my leave of absence expired！ I drew near to the village
： all the well-known old summerhouses and gardens were recognised again
； I disliked the new ones， and all other alterations which had taken
place. I entered the village， and all my former feelings returned. I
cannot， my dear friend ， enter into details ， charming as were my sensations
： they would be dull in the narration. I had intended to lodge in the
market-place， near our old house. As soon as I entered ， I perceived
that the schoolroom ， where our childhood had been taught by that good
old woman ， was converted into a shop. I called to mind the sorrow ，
the heaviness ， the tears， and oppression of heart， which I experienced
in that confinement. Every step produced some particular impression. A
pilgrim in the Holy Land does not meet so many spots pregnant with tender
recollections ， and his soul is hardly moved with greater devotion. One
incident will serve for illustration. I followed the course of a stream
to a farm ， formerly a delightful walk of mine ， and paused at the spot，
where ， when boys， we used to amuse ourselves making ducks and drakes
upon the water. I recollected so well how I used formerly to watch the
course of that same stream， following it with inquiring eagerness， forming
romantic ideas of the countries it was to pass through； but my imagination
was soon exhausted： while the water continued flowing farther and farther
on， till my fancy became bewildered by the contemplation of an invisible
distance. Exactly such， my dear friend ， so happy and so confined ，
were the thoughts of our good ancestors. Their feelings and their poetry
were fresh as childhood. And， when Ulysses talks of the immeasurable
sea and boundless earth ， his epithets are true， natural， deeply felt，
and mysterious. Of what importance is it that I have learned， with every
schoolboy ， that the world is round？ Man needs but little earth for
enjoyment ， and still less for his final repose.

　　I am at present with the prince at his hunting lodge. He is a man
with whom one can live happily. He is honest and unaffected. There are，
however ， some strange characters about him， whom I cannot at all understand.
They do not seem vicious， and yet they do not carry the appearance of
thoroughly honest men. Sometimes I am disposed to believe them honest ，
and yet I cannot persuade myself to confide in them. It grieves me to
hear the prince occasionally talk of things which he has only read or
heard of， and always with the same view in which they have been represented
by others.

　　He values my understanding and talents more highly than my heart，
but I am proud of the latter only. It is the sole source of everything
of our strength ， happiness， and misery. All the knowledge I possess
every one else can acquire， but my heart is exclusively my own.

　　MAY 25. I have had a plan in my head of which I did not intend to
speak to you until it was accomplished： now that it has failed ， I may
as well mention it. I wished to enter the army， and had long been desirous
of taking the step. This， indeed ， was the chief reason for my coming
here with the prince， as he is a general in the service. I communicated
my design to him during one of our walks together. He disapproved of it，
and it would have been actual madness not to have listened to his reasons.

　　JUNE 11. Say what you will， I can remain here no longer. Why should
I remain？ Time hangs heavy upon my hands. The prince is as gracious to
me as any one could be， and yet I am not at my ease. There is， indeed，
nothing in common between us. He is a man of understanding， but quite
of the ordinary kind. His conversation affords me no more amusement than
I should derive from the perusal of a well-written book. I shall remain
here a week Ionger， and then start again on my travels. My drawings are
the best things I have done since I came here. The prince has a taste
for the arts， and would improve if his mind were not fettered by cold
rules and mere technical ideas. I often lose patience ， when ， with
a glowing imagination ， I am giving expression to art and nature ， he
interferes with learned suggestions ， and uses at random the technical
phraseology of artists.

　　JULY 16. Once more I am a wanderer， a pilgrim， through the world.
But what else are you ！

　　JULY 18. Whither am I going ？ I will tell you in confidence. I am
obliged to continue a fortnight longer here ， and then I think it would
be better for me to visit the mines in——。 But I am only deluding myself
thus. The fact is ， I wish to be near Charlotte again， that is all.
I smile at the suggestions of my heart， and obey its dictates.

　　JULY 29. No ， no ！ it is yet well all is well ！ I her husband！
O God ， who gave me being， if thou hadst destined this happiness for
me， my whole life would have been one continual thanksgiving ！ But I
will not murmur —— forgive these tears， forgive these fruitless wishes.
She —— my wife！ Oh ， the very thought of folding that dearest of Heaven‘s
creatures in my arms！ Dear Wilhelm ， my whole frame feels convulsed
when I see Albert put his arms around her slender waist ！

　　And shall I avow it ？ Why should I not ， Wilhelm？ She would have
been happier with me than with him. Albert is not the man to satisfy the
wishes of such a heart. He wants a certain sensibility； he wants ——
in short， their hearts do not beat in unison. How often， my dear friend，
im reading a passage from some interesting book ， when my heart and Charlotte‘s
seemed to meet， and in a hundred other instances when our sentiments
were unfolded by the story of some fictitious character ， have I felt
that we were made for each other！ But， dear Wilhelm ， he loves her
with his whole soul ； and what does not such a love deserve？

　　I have been interrupted by an insufferable visit. I have dried my
tears ， and composed my thoughts. Adieu， my best friend ！

　　AUGUST 4. I am not alone unfortunate. All men are disappointed in
their hopes ， and deceived in their expectations. I have paid a visit
to my good old woman under the lime-trees. The eldest boy ran out to meet
me： his exclamation of joy brought out his mother， but she had a very
melancholy look. Her first word was ， "Alas！ dear sir ， my little John
is dead." He was the youngest of her children. I was silent. "And my husband
has returned from Switzerland without any money ； and， if some kind
people had not assisted him ， he must have begged his way home. He was
taken ill with fever on his journey." I could answer nothing， but made
the little one a present. She invited me to take some fruit ： I complied，
and left the place with a sorrowful heart.

　　AUGUST 21. My sensations are constantly changing. Sometimes a happy
prospect opens before me； but alas ！ it is only for a moment； and then，
when I am lost in reverie ， I cannot help saying to myself ， "If Albert
were to die ？—— Yes， she would become —— and I should be" —— and
so I pursue a chimera ， till it leads me to the edge of a precipice at
which I shudder.

　　When I pass through the same gate ， and walk along the same road
which first conducted me to Charlotte ， my heart sinks within me at the
change that has since taken place. All， all， is altered ！ No sentiment，
no pulsation of my heart， is the same. My sensations are such as would
occur to some departed prince whose spirit should return to visit the
superb palace which he had built in happy times ， adorned with costly
magnificence， and left to a beloved son， but whose glory he should find
departed， and its halls deserted and in ruins.

　　SEPTEMBER 3. I sometimes cannot understand how she can love another，
how she dares love another， when I love nothing in this world so completely，
so devotedly， as I love her， when I know only her ， and have no other
possession.

　　SEPTEMBER 4. It is even so！ As nature puts on her autumn tints it
becomes autumn with me and around me. My leaves are sere and yellow ，
and the neighbouring trees are divested of their foliage. Do you remember
my writing to you about a peasant boy shortly after my arrival here ？
I have just made inquiries about him in Walheim. They say he has been
dismissed from his service， and is now avoided by every one. I met him
yesterday on the road ， going to a neighbouring village. I spoke to him，
and he told me his story. It interested me exceedingly， as you will easily
understand when I repeat it to you. But why should I trouble you？ Why
should I not reserve all my sorrow for myself ？ Why should I continue
to give you occasion to pity and blame me ？ But no matter： this also
is part of my destiny.

　　At first the peasant lad answered my inquiries with a sort of subdued
melancholy， which seemed to me the mark of a timid disposition ； but，
as we grew to understand each other ， he spoke with less reserve ， and
openly confessed his faults ， and lamented his misfortune. I wish， my
dear friend ， I could give proper expression to his language. He told
me with a sort of pleasurable recollection， that ， after my departure，
his passion for his mistress increased daily， until at last he neither
knew what he did nor what he said ， nor what was to become of him. He
could neither eat nor drink nor sleep ： he felt a sense of suffocation
； he disobeyed all orders， and forgot all commands involuntarily； he
seemed as if pursued by an evil spirit， till one day ， knowing that
his mistress had gone to an upper chamber ， he had followed， or ， rather，
been drawn after her. As she proved deaf to his entreaties， he had recourse
to violence. He knows not what happened ； but he called God to witness
that his intentions to her were honourable， and that he desired nothing
more sincerely than that they should marry， and pass their lives together.
When he had come to this point， he began to hesitate ， as if there was
something which he had not courage to utter ， till at length he acknowledged
with some confusion certain little confidences she had encouraged ， and
liberties she had allowed. He broke off two or three times in his narration，
and assured me most earnestly that he had no wish to make her bad ， as
he termed it， for he loved her still as sincerely as ever； that the
tale had never before escaped his lips， and was only now told to convince
me that he was not utterly lost and abandoned. And here ， my dear friend，
I must commence the old song which you know I utter eternally. If I could
only represent the man as he stood， and stands now before me ， could
I only give his true expressions， you would feel compelled to sympathise
in his fate. But enough ： you， who know my misfortune and my disposition，
can easily comprehend the attraction which draws me toward every unfortunate
being ， but particularly toward him whose story I have recounted.

　　On perusing this letter a second time ， I find I have omitted the
conclusion of my tale ； but it is easily supplied. She became reserved
toward him， at the instigation of her brother who had long hated him ，
and desired his expulsion from the house， fearing that his sister‘s second
marriage might deprive his children of the handsome fortune they expected
from her； as she is childless. He was dismissed at length； and the whole
affair occasioned so much scandal ， that the mistress dared not take
him back， even if she had wished it. She has since hired another servant，
with whom ， they say ， her brother is equally displeased， and whom
she is likely to marry； but my informant assures me that he himself is
determined not to survive such a catastrophe.

　　This story is neither exaggerated nor embellished ： indeed ， I have
weakened and impaired it in the narration ， by the necessity of using
the more refined expressions of society.

　　This love ， then ， this constancy ， this passion ， is no poetical
fiction. It is actual ， and dwells in its greatest purity amongst that
class of mankind whom we term rude， uneducated. We are the educated，
not the perverted. But read this story with attention ， I implore you.
I am tranquil to-day， for I have been employed upon this narration ：
you see by my writing that I am not so agitated as usual. I read and re-read
this tale ， Wilhelm： it is the history of your friend ！ My fortune
has been and will be similar； and I am neither half so brave nor half
so determined as the poor wretch with whom I hesitate to compare myself.

　　SEPTEMBER 5. Charlotte had written a letter to her husband in the
country ， where he was detained by business. It commenced， "My dearest
love， return as soon as possible ： I await you with a thousand raptures."
A friend who arrived， brought word ， that ， for certain reasons， he
could not return immediately. Charlotte‘s letter was not forwarded， and
the same evening it fell into my hands. I read it ， and smiled. She asked
the reason. "What a heavenly treasure is imagination：" I exclaimed ；
"I fancied for a moment that this was written to me." She paused， and
seemed displeased. I was silent.

　　SEPTEMBER 6. It cost me much to part with the blue coat which I wore
the first time I danced with Charlotte. But I could not possibly wear
it any longer. But I have ordered a new one ， precisely similar， even
to the collar and sleeves ， as well as a new waistcoat and pantaloons.

　　But it does not produce the same effect upon me. I know not how it
is， but I hope in time I shall like it better.

　　SEPTEMBER 12. She has been absent for some days. She went to meet
Albert. To-day I visited her： she rose to receive me ， and I kissed
her hand most tenderly.

　　A canary at the moment flew from a mirror ， and settled upon her
shoulder. "Here is a new friend ，" she observed， while she made him
perch upon her hand ： "he is a present for the children. What a dear
he is ！ Look at him！ When I feed him， he flutters with his wings ，
and pecks so nicely. He kisses me ， too， only look！"

　　She held the bird to her mouth； and he pressed her sweet lips with
so much fervour that he seemed to feel the excess of bliss which he enjoyed.

　　"He shall kiss you too，" she added ； and then she held the bird
toward me. His little beak moved from her mouth to mine ， and the delightful
sensation seemed like the forerunner of the sweetest bliss.

　　"A kiss ，" I observed， "does not seem to satisfy him： he wishes
for food， and seems disappointed by these unsatisfactory endearments."

　　"But he eats out of my mouth，" she continued ， and extended her
lips to him containing seed ； and she smiled with all the charm of a
being who has allowed an innocent participation of her love.

　　I turned my face away. She should not act thus. She ought not to excite
my imagination with such displays of heavenly innocence and happiness ，
nor awaken my heart from its slumbers ， in which it dreams of the worthlessness
of life ！ And why not？ Because she knows how much I love her.

　　SEPTEMBER 15. It makes me wretched， Wilhelm， to think that there
should be men incapable of appreciating the few things which possess a
real value in life. You remember the walnut trees at S——， under which
I used to sit with Charlotte， during my visits to the worthy old vicar.
Those glorious trees， the very sight of which has so often filled my
heart with joy， how they adorned and refreshed the parsonage yard， with
their wide-extended branches！ and how pleasing was our remembrance of
the good old pastor ， by whose hands they were planted so many years
ago ： The schoolmaster has frequently mentioned his name. He had it from
his grandfather. He must have been a most excellent man ； and， under
the shade of those old trees， his memory was ever venerated by me. The
schoolmaster informed us yesterday， with tears in his eyes ， that those
trees had been felled. Yes， cut to the ground！ I could， in my wrath，
have slain the monster who struck the first stroke. And I must endure
this！—— I， who， if I had had two such trees in my own court， and
one had died from old age ， should have wept with real affliction. But
there is some comfort left， such a thing is sentiment， the whole village
murmurs at the misfortune ； and I hope the vicar‘s wife will soon find，
by the cessation of the villagers‘ presents ， how much she has wounded
the feelings of the neighborhhood. It was she who did it， the wife of
the present incumbent （our good old man is dead）， a tall ， sickly
creature who is so far right to disregard the world ， as the world totally
disregards her. The silly being affects to be learned ， pretends to examine
the canonical books ， lends her aid toward the new-fashioned reformation
of Christendom， moral and critical ， and shrugs up her shoulders at
the mention of Lavater‘s enthusiasm. Her health is destroyed， on account
of which she is prevented from having any enjoyment here below. Only such
a creature could have cut down my walnut trees！ I can never pardon it.
Hear her reasons. The falling leaves made the court wet and dirty ； the
branches obstructed the light ； boys threw stones at the nuts when they
were ripe ， and the noise affected her nerves； and disturbed her profound
meditations ， when she was weighing the diffculties of Kennicot， Semler，
and Michaelis. Finding that all the parish， particularly the old people，
were displeased ， I asked "why they allowed it ？" "Ah ， sir！" they
replied ， "when the steward orders ， what can we poor peasants do ？
" But one thing has happened well. The steward and the vicar（who ， for
once， thought to reap some advantage from the caprices of his wife ）
intended to divide the trees between them. The revenue-office ， being
informed of it， revived an old claim to the ground where the trees had
stood ， and sold them to the best bidder. There they still lie on the
ground. If I were the sovereign ， I should know how to deal with them
all ， vicar， steward， and revenue-office. Sovereign， did I say？ I
should， in that case ， care little about the trees that grew in the
country.

　　OCTOBER 10. Only to gaze upon her dark eyes is to me a source of happiness！
And what grieves me ， is ， that Albert does not seem so happy as he
—— hoped to be—— as I should have been—— if —— I am no friend
to these pauses ， but here I cannot express it otherwise ； and probably
I am explicit enough.

　　OCTOBER 12. Ossian has superseded Homer in my heart. To what a world
does the illustrious bard carry me！ To wander over pathless wilds， surrounded
by impetuous whirlwinds ， where， by the feeble light of the moon， we
see the spirits of our ancestors； to hear from the mountain-tops ， mid
the roar of torrents， their plaintive sounds issuing from deep caverns，
and the sorrowful lamentations of a maiden who sighs and expires on the
mossy tomb of the warrior by whom she was adored. I meet this bard with
silver hair ； he wanders in the valley ； he seeks the footsteps of his
fathers ， and， alas ！ he finds only their tombs. Then， contemplating
the pale moon ， as she sinks beneath the waves of the rolling sea， the
memory of bygone days strikes the mind of the hero， days when approaching
danger invigorated the brave， and the moon shone upon his bark laden
with spoils ， and returning in triumph. When I read in his countenance
deep sorrow ， when I see his dying glory sink exhausted into the grave，
as he inhales new and heart-thrilling delight from his approaching union
with his beloved， and he casts a look on the cold earth and the tall
grass which is so soon to cover him ， and then exclaims， "The traveller
will come ，—— he will come who has seen my beauty， and he will ask，
‘Where is the bard， where is the illustrious son of Fingal ？‘ He will
walk over my tomb ， and will seek me in vain ！" Then， O my friend，
I could instantly ， like a true and noble knight ， draw my sword， and
deliver my prince from the long and painful languor of a living death ，
and dismiss my own soul to follow the demigod whom my hand had set free！

　　OCTOBER 19. Alas！ the void the fearful void， which I feel in my
bosom ！ Sometimes I think， if I could only once but once， press her
to my heart ， this dreadful void would be filled.

　　OCTOBER 26. Yes ， I feel certain ， Wilhelm， and every day I become
more certain， that the existence of any being whatever is of very little
consequence. A friend of Charlotte‘s called to see her just now. I withdrew
into a neighbouring apartment ， and took up a book ； but， finding I
could not read， I sat down to write. I heard them converse in an undertone
： they spoke upon indifferent topics ， and retailed the news of the
town. One was going to be married ； another was ill， very ill ， she
had a dry cough ， her face was growing thinner daily ， and she had occasional
fits. "N—— is very unwell too ，" said Charlotte. "His limbs begin to
swell already ，" answered the other； and my lively imagination carried
me at once to the beds of the infirm. There I see them struggling against
death ， with all the agonies of pain and horror； and these women， Wilhelm，
talk of all this with as much indifference as one would mention the death
of a stranger. And when I look around the apartment where I now am——
when I see Charlotte‘s apparel lying before me， and Albert‘s writings，
and all those articles of furniture which are so familiar to me ， even
to the very inkstand which I am using ，—— when I think what I am to
this family —— everything. My friends esteem me ； I often contribute
to their happiness， and my heart seems as if it could not beat without
them； and yet—— if I were to die ， if I were to be summoned from the
midst of this circle， would they feel—— or how long would they feel
the void which my loss would make in their existence？ How long ！ Yes，
such is the frailty of man， that even there， where he has the greatest
consciousness of his own being， where he makes the strongest and most
forcible impression ， even in the memory ， in the heart ， of his beloved，
there also he must perish ，—— vanish ，—— and that quickly.

　　OCTOBER 27. I could tear open my bosom with vexation to think how
little we are capable of influencing the feelings of each other. No one
can communicate to me those sensations of love， joy， rapture， and delight
which I do not naturally possess； and， though my heart may glow with
the most lively affection ， I cannot make the happiness of one in whom
the same warmth is not inherent.

　　OCTOBER 27： Evening. I possess so much ， but my love for her absorbs
it all. I possess so much ， but without her I have nothing.

　　OCTOBER 30. One hundred times have I been on the point of embracing
her. Heavens！ what a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing
and repassing before us ， and yet not dare to lay hold of it ！ And laying
hold is the most natural of human instincts. Do not children touch everything
they see？ And I！

　　NOVEMBER 3. Witness ， Heaven ， how often I lie down in my bed with
a wish， and even a hope， that I may never awaken again. And in the morning，
when I open my eyes ， I behold the sun once more ， and am wretched.
If I were whimsical ， I might blame the weather， or an acquaintance ，
or some personal disappointment ， for my discontented mind ； and then
this insupportable load of trouble would not rest entirely upon myself.
But ， alas ！ I feel it too sadly. I am alone the cause of my own woe，
am I not？ Truly， my own bosom contains the source of all my sorrow，
as it previously contained the source of all my pleasure. Am I not the
same being who once enjoyed an excess of happiness， who， at every step，
saw paradise open before him， and whose heart was ever expanded toward
the whole world ？ And this heart is now dead ， no sentiment can revive
it； my eyes are dry； and my senses， no more refreshed by the influence
of soft tears ， wither and consume my brain. I suffer much ， for I have
lost the only charm of life ： that active， sacred power which created
worlds around me，—— it is no more. When I look from my window at the
distant hills ， and behold the morning sun breaking through the mists，
and illuminating the country around ， which is still wrapped in silence，
whilst the soft stream winds gently through the willows ， which have
shed their leaves ； when glorious nature displays all her beauties before
me， and her wondrous prospects are ineffectual to extract one tear of
joy from my withered heart， I feel that in such a moment I stand like
a reprobate before heaven ， hardened ， insensible ， and unmoved. Oftentimes
do I then bend my knee to the earth ， and implore God for the blessing
of tears， as the desponding labourer in some scorching climate prays
for the dews of heaven to moisten his parched corn. But I feel that God
does not grant sunshine or rain to our importunate entreaties. And oh ，
those bygone days ， whose memory now torments me ！ why were they so
fortunate ？ Because I then waited with patience for the blessings of
the Eternal ， and received his gifts with the grateful feelings of a
thankful heart.

　　NOVEMBER 8. Charlotte has reproved me for my excesses ， with so much
tenderness and goodness ！ I have lately been in the habit of drinking
more wine than heretofore. "Don‘t do it ，" she said. "Think of Charlotte！
" "Think of you ！" I answered； "need you bid me do so ？ Think of you
—— I do not think of you： you are ever before my soul！ This very morning
I sat on the spot where ， a few days ago ， you descended from the carriage，
and ——" She immediately changed the subject to prevent me from pursuing
it farther. My dear friend， my energies are all prostrated ： she can
do with me what she pleases.

　　NOVEMBER 15. I thank you， Wilhelm， for your cordial sympathy， for
your excellent advice ； and I implore you to be quiet. Leave me to my
sufferings. In spite of my wretchedness ， I have still strength enough
for endurance. I revere religion—— you know I do. I feel that it can
impart strength to the feeble and comfort to the afflicted， but does
it affect all men equally ？ Consider this vast universe： you will see
thousands for whom it has never existed ， thousands for whom it will
never exist ， whether it be preached to them ， or not ； and must it，
then， necessarily exist for me ？ Does not the Son of God himself say
that they are his whom the Father has given to him？ Have I been given
to him？ What if the Father will retain me for himself， as my heart sometimes
suggests？ I pray you ， do not misinterpret this. Do not extract derision
from my harmless words. I pour out my whole soul before you. Silence were
otherwise preferable to me， but I need not shrink from a subject of which
few know more than I do myself. What is the destiny of man， but to fill
up the measure of his sufferings， and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness？
And if that same cup proved bitter to the God of heaven ， under a human
form， why should I affect a foolish pride， and call it sweet？ Why should
I be ashamed of shrinking at that fearful moment， when my whole being
will tremble between existence and annihilation ， when a remembrance
of the past ， like a flash of lightning， will illuminate the dark gulf
of futurity ， when everything shall dissolve around me ， and the whole
world vanish away ？ Is not this the voice of a creature oppressed beyond
all resource， self-deficient ， about to plunge into inevitable destruction，
and groaning deeply at its inadequate strength， "My God！ my God ！ why
hast thou forsaken me ？" And should I feel ashamed to utter the same
expression？ Should I not shudder at a prospect which had its fears ，
even for him who folds up the heavens like a garment？

　　NOVEMBER 21. She does not feel， she does not know， that she is preparing
a poison which will destroy us both ； and I drink deeply of the draught
which is to prove my destruction. What mean those looks of kindness with
which she often —— often？ no ， not often， but sometimes， regards
me， that complacency with which she hears the involuntary sentiments
which frequently escape me， and the tender pity for my sufferings which
appears in her countenance？

　　Yesterday ， when I took leave she seized me by the hand， and said，
"Adieu， dear Werther." Dear Werther！ It was the first time she ever
called me dear： the sound sunk deep into my heart. I have repeated it
a hundred times ； and last night ， on going to bed， and talking to
myself of various things， I suddenly said， "Good night， dear Werther
！" and then could not but laugh at myself.

　　NOVEMBER 22. I cannot pray， "Leave her to me ！" and yet she often
seems to belong to me. I cannot pray， "Give her to me！" for she is another‘s.
In this way I affect mirth over my troubles ； and， if I had time， I
could compose a whole litany of antitheses.

　　NOVEMBER 24. She is sensible of my sufferings. This morning her look
pierced my very soul. I found her alone ， and she was silent ： she steadfastly
surveyed me. I no longer saw in her face the charms of beauty or the fire
of genius ： these had disappeared. But I was affected by an expression
much more touching， a look of the deepest sympathy and of the softest
pity. Why was I afraid to throw myself at her feet？ Why did I not dare
to take her in my arms， and answer her by a thousand kisses？ She had
recourse to her piano for relief， and in a low and sweet voice accompanied
the music with delicious sounds. Her lips never appeared so lovely： they
seemed but just to open ， that they might imbibe the sweet tones which
issued from the instrument， and return the heavenly vibration from her
lovely mouth. Oh！ who can express my sensations？ I was quite overcome，
and ， bending down ， pronounced this vow： "Beautiful lips， which the
angels guard， never will I seek to profane your purity with a kiss."
And yet ， my friend， oh ， I wish —— but my heart is darkened by doubt
and indecision—— could I but taste felicity ， and then die to expiate
the sin ！ What sin ？

　　NOVEMBER 26. Oftentimes I say to myself ， "Thou alone art wretched
： all other mortals are happy， none are distressed like thee！" Then
I read a passage in an ancient poet ， and I seem to understand my own
heart. I have so much to endure ！ Have men before me ever been so wretched？

　　NOVEMBER 30. I shall never be myself again！ Wherever I go， some
fatality occurs to distract me. Even to-day alas—— for our destiny！
alas for human nature ！

　　About dinner-time I went to walk by the river-side， for I had no
appetite. Everything around seemed gloomy ： a cold and damp easterly
wind blew from the mountains， and black， heavy clouds spread over the
plain. I observed at a distance a man in a tattered coat： he was wandering
among the rocks ， and seemed to be looking for plants. When I approached，
he turned round at the noise； and I saw that he had an interesting countenance
in which a settled melancholy ， strongly marked by benevolence ， formed
the principal feature. His long black hair was divided， and flowed over
his shoulders. As his garb betokened a person of the lower order， I thought
he would not take it ill if I inquired about his business ； and I therefore
asked what he was seeking. He replied ， with a deep sigh ， that he was
looking for flowers ， and could find none. "But it is not the season ，
" I observed， with a smile. "Oh， there are so many flowers！" he answered，
as he came nearer to me. "In my garden there are roses and honeysuckles
of two sorts： one sort was given to me by my father！ they grow as plentifully
as weeds； I have been looking for them these two days， and cannot find
them. There are flowers out there ， yellow ， blue ， and red； and that
centaury has a very pretty blossom： but I can find none of them." I observed
his peculiarity ， and therefore asked him， with an air of indifference，
what he intended to do with his flowers. A strange smile overspread his
countenance. Holding his finger to his mouth， he expressed a hope that
I would not betray him； and he then informed me that he had promised
to gather a nosegay for his mistress. "That is right，" said I. "Oh ！
" he replied， "she possesses many other things as well ： she is very
rich." "And yet ，" I continued ， "she likes your nosegays." "Oh ， she
has jewels and crowns ！" he exclaimed. I asked who she was. "If the states-general
would but pay me，" he added， "I should be quite another man. Alas ！
there was a time when I was so happy； but that is past ， and I am now
——" He raised his swimming eyes to heaven. "And you were happy once ？
" I observed. "Ah ， would I were so still！" was his reply. "I was then
as gay and contented as a man can be." An old woman ， who was coming
toward us ， now called out ， "Henry ， Henry！ where are you？ We have
been looking for you everywhere ： come to dinner." "Is he your son ？
" I inquired， as I went toward her. "Yes ，" she said： "he is my poor，
unfortunate son. The Lord has sent me a heavy affliction." I asked whether
he had been long in this state. She answered， "He has been as calm as
he is at present for about six months. I thank Heaven that he has so far
recovered ： he was for one whole year quite raving ， and chained down
in a madhouse. Now he injures no one， but talks of nothing else than
kings and queens. He used to be a very good ， quiet youth， and helped
to maintain me； he wrote a very fine hand； but all at once he became
melancholy， was seized with a violent fever， grew distracted， and is
now as you see. If I were only to tell you， sir——" I interrupted her
by asking what period it was in which he boasted of having been so happy.
"Poor boy ！" she exclaimed ， with a smile of cormpassion， "he means
the time when he was completely deranged， a time he never ceases to regret，
when he was in the madhouse ， and unconscious of everything." I was thunderstruck
： I placed a piece of money in her hand， and hastened away.

　　"You were happy ！" I exclaimed ， as I returned quickly to the town，
"‘as gay and contented as a man can be！‘" God of heaven！ and is this
the destiny of man？ Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason，
or after he has lost it ？ Unfortunate being！ And yet I envy your fate
： I envy the delusion to which you are a victim. You go forth with joy
to gather flowers for your princess ，—— in winter，—— and grieve
when you can find none， and cannot understand why they do not grow. But
I wander forth without joy， without hope ， without design ； and I return
as I came. You fancy what a man you would be if the states general paid
you. Happy mortal ， who can ascribe your wretchedness to an earthly cause！
You do not know ， you do not feel， that in your own distracted heart
and disordered brain dwells the source of that unhappiness which all the
potentates on earth cannot relieve.

　　Let that man die unconsoled who can deride the invalid for undertaking
a journey to distant， healthful springs， where he often finds only a
heavier disease and a more painful death， or who can exult over the despairing
mind of a sinner， who， to obtain peace of conscience and an alleviation
of misery ， makes a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre. Each laborious
step which galls his wounded feet in rough and untrodden paths pours a
drop of balm into his troubled soul ， and the journey of many a weary
day brings a nightly relief to his anguished heart. Will you dare call
this enthusiasm ， ye crowd of pompous declaimers ？ Enthusiasm ！ 0 God！
thou seest my tears. Thou hast allotted us our portion of misery： must
we also have brethren to persecute us ， to deprive us of our consolation，
of our trust in thee， and in thy love and mercy？ For our trust in the
virtue of the healing root， or in the strength of the vine ， what is
it else than a belief in thee from whom all that surrounds us derives
its healing and restoring powers？ Father ， whom I know not，—— who
wert once wont to fill my soul， but who now hidest thy face from me，
—— call me back to thee ； be silent no longer； thy silence shall not
delay a soul which thirsts after thee. What man ， what father， could
be angry with a son for returning to him suddenly ， for falling on his
neck， and exclaiming ， "I am here again ， my father！ forgive me if
I have anticipated my journey ， and returned before the appointed time！
The world is everywhere the same，—— a scene of labour and pain ， of
pleasure and reward ； but what does it all avail ？ I am happy only where
thou art， and in thy presence am I content to suffer or enjoy." And wouldst
thou， heavenly Father， banish such a child from thy presence？

　　DECEMBER 1. Wilhelm ， the man about whom I wrote to you—— that
man so enviable in his misfortunes—— was secretary to Charlotte‘s father
； and an unhappy passion for her which he cherished， concealed， and
at length discovered， caused him to be dismissed from his situation.
This made him mad. Think， whilst you peruse this plain narration ， what
an impression the circumstance has made upon me ！ But it was related
to me by Albert with as much calmness as you will probably peruse it.

　　DECEMBER 4. I implore your attention. It is all over with me. I can
support this state no longer. To-day I was sitting by Charlotte. She was
playing upon her piano a succession of delightful melodies， with such
intense expression！ Her little sister was dressing her doll upon my lap.
The tears came into my eyes. I leaned down， and looked intently at her
wedding-ring： my tears fell—— immediately she began to play that favourite，
that divine ， air which has so often enchanted me. I felt comfort from
a recollection of the past， of those bygone days when that air was familiar
to me ； and then I recalled all the sorrows and the disappointments which
I had since endured. I paced with hasty strides through the room， my
heart became convulsed with painful emotions. At length I went up to her，
and exclaimed With eagerness， "For Heaven‘s sake ， play that air no
longer！" She stopped ， and looked steadfastly at me. She then said，
with a smile which sunk deep into my heart， "Werther ， you are ill：
your dearest food is distasteful to you. But go ， I entreat you， and
endeavour to compose yourself." I tore myself away. God ， thou seest
my torments ， and wilt end them！

　　DECEMBER 6. How her image haunts me ！ Waking or asleep ， she fills
my entire soul！ Soon as I close my eyes， here ， in my brain， where
all the nerves of vision are concentrated ， her dark eyes are imprinted.
Here—— I do not know how to describe it ； but， if I shut my eyes，
hers are immediately before me： dark as an abyss they open upon me ，
and absorb my senses.

　　And what is man —— that boasted demigod ？ Do not his powers fail
when he most requires their use ？ And whether he soar in joy ， or sink
in sorrow ， is not his career in both inevitably arrested？ And， whilst
he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity， does he not feel compelled
to return to a consciousness of his cold， monotonous existence ？

　　THE EDITOR TO THE READER.

　　It is a matter of extreme regret that we want original evidence of
the last remarkable days of our friend； and we are ， therefore， obliged
to interrupt the progress of his correspondence ， and to supply the deficiency
by a connected narration.

　　I have felt it my duty to collect accurate information from the mouths
of persons well acquainted with his history. The story is simple； and
all the accounts agree， except in some unimportant particulars. It is
true， that ， with respect to the characters of the persons spoken of，
opinions and judgments vary.

　　We have only， then ， to relate conscientiously the facts which our
diligent labour has enabled us to collect ， to give the letters of the
deceased， and to pay particular attention to the slightest fragment from
his pen ， more especially as it is so difficult to discover the real
and correct motives of men who are not of the common order.

　　Sorrow and discontent had taken deep root in Werther‘s soul ， and
gradually imparted their character to his whole being. The harmony of
his mind became completely disturbed； a perpetual excitement and mental
irritation， which weakened his natural powers， produced the saddest
etfects upon him， and rendered him at length the victim of an exhaustion
against which he struggled with still more painful efforts than he had
displayed ， even in contending with his other misfortunes. His mental
anxiety weakened his various good qualities ； and he was soon converted
into a gloomy companion ， always unhappy and unjust in his ideas ， the
more wretched he became. This was ， at least ， the opinion of Albert‘s
friends. They assert， moreover ， that the character of Albert himself
had undergone no change in the meantime ： he was still the same being
whom Werther had loved， honoured ， and respected from the commencement.
His love for Charlotte was unbounded： he was proud of her， and desired
that she should be recognised by every one as the noblest of created beings.
Was he， however， to blame for wishing to avert from her every appearance
of suspicion？ or for his unwillingness to share his rich prize with another，
even for a moment ， and in the most innocent manner？ It is asserted
that Albert frequently retired from his wife‘s apartment during Werther‘s
visits； but this did not arise from hatred or aversion to his friend ，
but only from a feeling that his presence was oppressive to Werther.

　　Charlotte‘s father， who was confined to the house by indisposition，
was accustomed to send his carriage for her ， that she might make excursions
in the neighbourhood. One day the weather had been unusually severe ，
and the whole country was covered with snow.

　　Werther went for Charlotte the following morning， in order that，
if Albert were absent ， he might conduct her home.

　　The beautiful weather produced but little impression on his troubled
spirit. A heavy weight lay upon his soul， deep melancholy had taken possession
of him， and his mind knew no change save from one painful thought to
another.

　　As he now never enjoyed internal peace， the condition of his fellow
creatures was to him a perpetual source of trouble and distress. He believed
he had disturbed the happiness of Albert and his wife ； and， whilst
he censured himself strongly for this ， he began to entertain a secret
dislike to Albert.

　　His thoughts were occasionally directed to this point. "Yes ，" he
would repeat to himself ， with ill-concealed dissatisfaction ， "yes ，
this is ， after all， the extent of that confiding ， dear ， tender ，
and sympathetic love， that calm and eternal fidelity ！ What do I behold
but satiety and indifference？ Does not every frivolous engagement attract
him more than his charming and lovely wife？ Does he know how to prize
his happiness ？ Can he value her as she deserves ？ He possesses her ，
it is true， I know that， as I know much more， and I have become accustomed
to the thought that he will drive me mad， or ， perhaps， murder me.
Is his friendship toward me unimpaired？ Does he not view my attachment
to Charlotte as an infringement upon his rights ， and consider my attention
to her as a silent rebuke to himself？ I know ， and indeed feel， that
he dislikes me， that he wishes for my absence， that my presence is hateful
to him."

　　He would often pause when on his way to visit Charlotte ， stand still，
as though in doubt， and seem desirous of returning ， but would nevertheless
proceed ； and， engaged in such thoughts and soliloquies as we have described，
he finally reached the hunting-lodge， with a sort of involuntary consent.

　　Upon one occasion he entered the house； and， inquiring for Charlotte，
he observed that the inmates were in a state of unusual confusion. The
eldest boy informed him that a dreadful misfortune had occurred at Walheim，
—— that a peasant had been murdered ！ But this made little impression
upon him. Entering the apartment， he found Charlotte engaged reasoning
with her father ， who， in spite of his infirmity， insisted on going
to the scene of the crime ， in order to institute an inquiry. The criminal
was unknown ； the victim had been found dead at his own door that morning.
Suspicions were excited ： the murdered man had been in the service of
a widow ， and the person who had previously filled the situation had
been dismissed from her employment.

　　As soon as Werther heard this ， he exclaimed with great excitement，
"Is it possible ！ I must go to the spot—— I cannot delay a moment！
" He hastened to Walheim. Every incident returned vividly to his remembrance
； and he entertained not the slightest doubt that that man was the murderer
to whom he had so often spoken， and for whom he entertained so much regard.
His way took him past the well-known lime trees ， to the house where
the body had been carried ； and his feelings were greatly excited at
the sight of the fondly recollected spot. That threshold where the neighbours‘
children had so often played together was stained with blood； love and
attachment， the noblest feelings of human nature ， had been converted
into violence and murder. The huge trees stood there leafless and covered
with hoarfrost； the beautiful hedgerows which surrounded the old churchyard
wall were withered； and the gravestones， half covered with snow ， were
visible through the openings.

　　As he approached the inn， in front of which the whole village was
assembled ， screams were suddenly heard. A troop of armed peasants was
seen approaching， and every one exclaimed that the criminal had been
apprehended. Werther looked ， and was not long in doubt. The prisoner
was no other than the servant ， who had been formerly so attached to
the widow ， and whom he had met prowling about ， with that suppressed
anger and ill-concealed despair ， which we have before described.

　　"What have you done ， unfortunate man？" inquired Werther， as he
advanced toward the prisoner. The latter turned his eyes upon him in silence，
and then replied with perfect composure ； "No one will now marry her ，
and she will marry no one." The prisoner was taken into the inn ， and
Werther left the place. The mind of Werther was fearfully excited by this
shocking occurrence. He ceased， however， to be oppressed by his usual
feeling of melancholy ， moroseness ， and indifference to everything
that passed around him. He entertained a strong degree of pity for the
prisoner， and was seized with an indescribable anxiety to save him from
his impending fate. He considered him so unfortunate， he deemed his crime
so excusable， and thought his own condition so nearly similar， that
he felt convinced he could make every one else view the matter in the
light in which he saw it himself. He now became anxious to undertake his
defence ， and commenced composing an eloquent speech for the occasion
； and， on his way to the hunting-lodge， he could not refrain from speaking
aloud the statement which he resolved to make to the judge.

　　Upon his arrival， he found Albert had been before him： and he was
a little perplexed by this meeting； but he soon recovered himself， and
expressed his opinion with much warmth to the judge. The latter shook ，
his head doubtingly ； and although Werther urged his case with the utmost
zeal， feeling， and determination in defence of his client ， yet， as
we may easily suppose ， the judge was not much influenced by his appeal.
On the contrary ， he interrupted him in his address， reasoned with him
seriously ， and even administered a rebuke to him for becoming the advocate
of a murderer. He demonstrated， that ， according to this precedent，
every law might be violated ， and the public security utterly destroyed.
He added， moreover ， that in such a case he could himself do nothing，
without incurring the greatest responsibility ； that everything must
follow in the usual course， and pursue the ordinary channel.

　　Werther ， however， did not abandon his enterprise ， and even besought
the judge to connive at the flight of the prisoner. But this proposal
was peremptorily rejected. Albert ， who had taken some part in the discussion，
coincided in opinion with the judge. At this Werther became enraged ，
and took his leave in great anger ， after the judge had more than once
assured him that the prisoner could not be saved.

　　The excess of his grief at this assurance may be inferred from a note
we have found amongst his papers， and which was doubtless written upon
this very occasion.

　　"You cannot be saved， unfortunate man！ I see clearly that we cannot
be saved！"

　　Werther was highly incensed at the observations which Albert had made
to the judge in this matter of the prisoner. He thought he could detect
therein a little bitterness toward himself personally ； and although ，
upon reflection ， it could not escape his sound judgment that their view
of the matter was correct ， he felt the greatest possible reluctance
to make such an admission.

　　A memorandum of Werther‘s upon this point ， expressive of his general
feelings toward Albert， has been found amongst his papers.

　　"What is the use of my continually repeating that he is a good and
estimable man ？ He is an inward torment to me， and I am incapable of
being just toward him."

　　One fine evening in winter， when the weather seemed inclined to thaw，
Charlotte and Albert were returning home together. The former looked from
time to time about her， as if she missed Werther‘s company. Albert began
to speak of him ， and censured him for his prejudices. He alluded to
his unfortunate attachment， and wished it were possible to discontinue
his acquaintance. "I desire it on our own account ，" he added； "and
I request you will compel him to alter his deportment toward you， and
to visit you less frequently. The world is censorious ， and I know that
here and there we are spoken of." Charlotte made no reply ， and Albert
seemed to feel her silence. At least， from that time he never again spoke
of Werther； and， when she introduced the subject， he allowed the conversation
to die away ， or else he directed the discourse into another channel.

　　The vain attempt Werther had made to save the unhappy murderer was
the last feeble glimmering of a flame about to be extinguished. He sank
almost immediately afterward into a state of gloom and inactivity ， until
he was at length brought to perfect distraction by learning that he was
to be summoned as a witness against the prisoner， who asserted his complete
innocence.

　　His mind now became oppressed by the recollection of every misfortune
of his past life. The mortification he had suffered at the ambassador‘s，
and his subsequent troubles ， were revived in his memory. He became utterly
inactive. Destitute of energy ， he was cut off from every pursuit and
occupation which compose the business of common life； and he became a
victim to his own susceptibility， and to his restless passion for the
most amiable and beloved of women ， whose peace he destroyed. In this
unvarying monotony of existence his days were consumed； and his powers
became exhausted without aim or design， until they brought him to a sorrowful
end.

　　A few letters which he left behind， and which we here subjoin， afford
the best proofs of his anxiety of mind and of the depth of his passion，
as well as of his doubts and struggles， and of his weariness of life.

　　DECEMBER 12. Dear Wilhelm ， I am reduced to the condition of those
unfortunate wretches who believe they are pursued by an evil spirit. Sometimes
I am oppressed， not by apprehension or fear， but by an inexpressible
internal sensation， which weighs upon my heart ， and impedes my breath！
Then I wander forth at night， even in this tempestuous season， and feel
pleasure in surveying the dreadful scenes around me.

　　Yesterday evening I went forth. A rapid thaw had suddenly set in：
I had been informed that the river had risen， that the brooks had all
overflowed their banks， and that the whole vale of Walheim was under
water ！ Upon the stroke of twelve I hastened forth. I beheld a fearful
sight. The foaming torrents rolled from the mountains in the moonlight，
—— fields and meadows ， trees and hedges ， were confounded together
； and the entire valley was converted into a deep lake ， which was agitated
by the roaring wind ！ And when the moon shone forth， and tinged the
black clouds with silver， and the impetuous torrent at my feet foamed
and resounded with awful and grand impetuosity， I was overcome by a mingled
sensation of apprehension and delight. With extended arms I looked down
into the yawning abyss， and cried， "Plunge！‘" For a moment my senses
forsook me， in the intense delight of ending my sorrows and my sufferings
by a plunge into that gulf！ And then I felt as if I were rooted to the
earth ， and incapable of seeking an end to my woes ！ But my hour is
not yet come： I feel it is not. O Wilhelm， how willingly could I abandon
my existence to ride the whirlwind， or to embrace the torrent！ and then
might not rapture perchance be the portion of this liberated soul ？

　　I turned my sorrowful eyes toward a favourite spot， where I was accustomed
to sit with Charlotte beneath a willow after a fatiguing walk. Alas ！
it was covered with water ， and with difficulty I found even the meadow.
And the fields around the hunting-lodge ， thought I. Has our dear bower
been destroyed by this unpitying storm？ And a beam of past happiness
streamed upon me， as the mind of a captive is illumined by dreams of
flocks and herds and bygone joys of home！ But I am free from blame. I
have courage to die ！ Perhaps I have ，—— but I still sit here ， like
a wretched pauper ， who collects fagots， and begs her bread from door
to door ， that she may prolong for a few days a miserable existence which
she is unwilling to resign.

　　DECEMBER 15. What is the matter with me ， dear Wilhelm ？ I am afraid
of myself ！ Is not my love for her of the purest ， most holy， and most
brotherly nature？ Has my soul ever been sullied by a single sensual desire？
but I will make no protestations. And now ， ye nightly visions ， how
truly have those mortals understood you ， who ascribe your various contradictory
effects to some invincible power！ This night I tremble at the avowal
—— I held her in my arms， locked in a close embrace： I pressed her
to my bosom ， and covered with countless kisses those dear lips which
murmured in reply soft protestations of love. My sight became confused
by the delicious intoxication of her eyes. Heavens！ is it sinful to revel
again in such happiness ， to recall once more those rapturous moments
with intense delight？ Charlotte！ Charlotte！ I am lost！ My senses are
bewildered， my recollection is confused， mine eyes are bathed in tears
—— I am ill ； and yet I am well—— I wish for nothing —— I have
no desires—— it were better I were gone.

　　Under the circumstances narrated above， a determination to quit this
world had now taken fixed possession of Werther‘s soul. Since Charlotte‘s
return， this thought had been the final object of all his hopes and wishes
； but he had resolved that such a step should not be taken with precipitation，
but with calmness and tranquillity， and with the most perfect deliberation.

　　His troubles and internal struggles may be understood from the following
fragment， which was found， without any date ， amongst his papers ，
and appears to have formed the beginning of a letter to Wilhelm.

　　"Her presence ， her fate ， her sympathy for me， have power still
to extract tears from my withered brain.

　　"One lifts up the curtain ， and passes to the other side ，—— that
is all！ And why all these doubts and delays？ Because we know not what
is behind —— because there is no returning—— and because our mind
infers that all is darkness and confusion ， where we have nothing but
uncertainty."

　　His appearance at length became quite altered by the effect of his
melancholy thoughts ； and his resolution was now finally and irrevocably
taken ， of which the following ambiguous letter， which he addressed
to his friend ， may appear to afford some proof.

　　DECEMBER 2O. I am grateful to your love ， Wilhelm， for having repeated
your advice so seasonably. Yes， you are right： it is undoubtedly better
that I should depart. But I do not entirely approve your scheme of returning
at once to your neighbourhood ； at least ， I should Iike to make a little
excursion on the way， particularly as we may now expect a continued frost，
and consequently good roads. I am much pleased with your intention of
coming to fetch me； only delay your journey for a fortnight， and wait
for another letter from me. One should gather nothing before it is ripe，
and a fortnight sooner or later makes a great difference. Entreat my mother
to pray for her son ， and tell her I beg her pardon for all the unhappiness
I have occasioned her. It has ever been my fate to give pain to those
whose happiness I should have promoted. Adieu ， my dearest friend. May
every blessing of Heaven attend you ！ Farewell.

　　We find it difficult to express the emotions with which Charlotte‘s
soul was agitated during the whole of this time ， whether in relation
to her husband or to her unfortunate friend ； although we are enabled，
by our knowledge of her character ， to understand their nature.

　　It is certain that she had formed a determination ， by every means
in her power to keep Werther at a distance； and， if she hesitated in
her decision， it was from a sincere feeling of friendly pity ， knowing
how much it would cost him， indeed ， that he would find it almost impossible
to comply with her wishes. But various causes now urged her to be firm.
Her hushand preserved a strict silence about the whole matter ； and she
never made it a subject of conversation ， feeling bound to prove to him
by her conduct that her sentiments agreed with his.

　　The same day， which was the Sunday before Christmas， after Werther
had written the last-mentioned letter to his friend ， he came in the
evening to Charlotte‘s house， and found her alone. She was busy preparing
some little gifts for her brothers and sisters， which were to be distributed
to them on Christmas Day. He began talking of the delight of the children，
and of that age when the sudden appearance of the Christmas-tree， decorated
with fruit and sweetmeats ， and lighted up with wax candles， causes
such transports of joy. "You shall have a gift too， if you behave well
，" said Charlotte ， hiding her embarrassment under sweet smile. "And
what do you call behaving well？ What should I do ， what can I do， my
dear Charlotte？" said he. "Thursday night，" she answered， "is Christmas
Eve. The children are all to be here， and my father too： there is a
present for each； do you come likewise ， but do not come before that
time." Werther started. "I desire you will not： it must be so，" she
continued. "I ask it of you as a favour ， for my own peace and tranquillity.
We cannot go on in this manner any longer." He turned away his face walked
hastily up and down the room， muttering indistinctly ， "We cannot go
on in this manner any longer！" Charlotte ， seeing the violent agitation
into which these words had thrown him ， endeavoured to divert his thoughts
by different questions， but in vain. "No ， Charlotte！" he exclaimed
； "I will never see you any more ！" "And why so ？" she answered. "We
may —— we must see each other again ； only let it be with more discretion.
Oh！ why were you born with that excessive， that ungovernable passion
for everything that is dear to you？" Then， taking his hand， she said，
"I entreat of you to be more calm ： your talents ， your understanding，
your genius ， will furnish you with a thousand resources. Be a man ，
and conquer an unhappy attachment toward a creature who can do nothing
but pity you." He bit his lips， and looked at her with a gloomy countenance.
She continued to hold his hand. "Grant me but a moment‘s patience ， Werther，
" she said. "Do you not see that you are deceiving yourself ， that you
are seeking your own destruction？ Why must you love me ， me only， who
belong to another ？ I fear ， I much fear， that it is only the impossibility
of possessing me which makes your desire for me so strong." He drew back
his hand， whilst he surveyed her with a wild and angry look. "‘Tis well！
" he exclaimed， "‘tis very well！ Did not Albert furnish you with this
reflection？ It is profound ， a very profound remark." "A reflection
that any one might easily make，" she answered； "and is there not a woman
in the whole world who is at liberty， and has the power to make you happy？
Conquer yourself： look for such a being， and believe me when I say that
you will certainly find her. I have long felt for you ， and for us all
： you have confined yourself too long within the limits of too narrow
a circle. Conquer yourself； make an effort ： a short journey will be
of service to you. Seek and find an object worthy of your love； then
return hither ， and let us enjoy together all the happiness of the most
perfect friendship."

　　"This speech，" replied Werther with a cold smile ， "this speech
should be printed ， for the benefit of all teachers. My dear Charlotte，
allow me but a short time longer， and all will be well." "But however，
Werther ，" she added ， "do not come again before Christmas." He was
about to make some answer ， when Albert came in. They saluted each other
coldly， and with mutual embarrassment paced up and down the room. Werther
made some common remarks； Albert did the same， and their conversation
soon dropped. Albert asked his wife about some household matters； and，
finding that his commissions were not executed， he used some expressions
which ， to Werther‘s ear ， savoured of extreme harshness. He wished
to go ， but had not power to move； and in this situation he remained
till eight o‘clock， his uneasiness and discontent continually increasing.
At length the cloth was laid for supper ， and he took up his hat and
stick. Albert invited him to remain ； but Werther， fancying that he
was merely paying a formal compliment ， thanked him coldly ， amd left
the house.

　　Werther returned home ， took the candle from his servant ， and retired
to his room alone. He talked for some time with great earnestness to himself，
wept aloud， walked in a state of great excitement through his chamber
； till at length ， without undressing ， he threw himself on the bed，
where he was found by his servant at eleven o‘clock ， when the latter
ventured to enter the room， and take off his boots. Werther did not prevent
him ， but forbade him to come in the morning till he should ring.

　　On Monday morning ， the 21st of December ， he wrote to Charlotte
the following letter， which was found， sealed ， on his bureau after
his death ， and was given to her. I shall insert it in fragments ； as
it appears， from several circumstances ， to have been written in that
manner.

　　"It is all over ， Charlotte： I am resolved to die ！ I make this
declaration deliberately and coolly ， without any romantic passion ，
on this morning of the day when I am to see you for the last time. At
the moment you read these lines ， O best of women， the cold grave will
hold the inanimate remains of that restless and unhappy being who ， in
the last moments of his existence ， knew no pleasure so great as that
of conversing with you！ I have passed a dreadful night or rather ， let
me say， a propitious one ； for it has given me resolution ， it has
fixed my purpose. I am resolved to die. When I tore myself from you yesterday，
my senses were in tumult and disorder ； my heart was oppressed ， hope
and pleasure had fled from me for ever， and a petrifying cold had seized
my wretched being. I could scarcely reach my room. I threw myself on my
knees ； and Heaven ， for the last time， granted me the consolation
of shedding tears. A thousand ideas ， a thousand schemes ， arose within
my soul ； till at length one last， fixed， final thought took possession
of my heart. It was to die. I lay down to rest； and in the morning ，
in the quiet hour of awakening， the same determination was upon me. To
die ！ It is not despair： it is conviction that I have filled up the
measure of my sufferings， that I have reached my appointed term， and
must sacrifice myself for thee. Yes ， Charlotte， why should I not avow
it？ One of us three must die ： it shall be Werther. O beloved Charlotte！
this heart， excited by rage and fury ， has often conceived the horrid
idea of murdering your husband—— you—— myself ！ The lot is cast at
length. And in the bright ， quiet evenings of summer ， when you sometimes
wander toward the mountains ， let your thoughts then turn to me： recollect
how often you have watched me coming to meet you from the valley； then
bend your eyes upon the churchyard which contains my grave， and， by
the light of the setting sun， mark how the evening breeze waves the tall
grass which grows above my tomb. I was calm when I began this letter，
but the recollection of these scenes makes me weep like a child." About
ten in the morning， Werther called his servant ， and， whilst he was
dressing， told him that in a few days he intended to set out upon a journey，
and bade him therefore lay his clothes in order ， and prepare them for
packing up， call in all his accounts ， fetch home the books he had lent，
and give two months‘ pay to the poor dependants who were accustomed to
receive from him a weekly allowance.

　　He breakfasted in his room， and then mounted his horse ， and went
to visit the steward， who， however， was not at home. He walked pensively
in the garden ， and seemed anxious to renew all the ideas that were most
painful to him.

　　The children did not suffer him to remain alone long. They followed
him ， skipping and dancing before him， and told him ， that after to-morrow
and tomorrow and one day more ， they were to receive their Christmas
gift from Charlotte ； and they then recounted all the wonders of which
they had formed ideas in their child imaginations. "Tomorrow and tomorrow，
" said he ， "and one day more！" And he kissed them tenderly. He was
going ； but the younger boy stopped him， to whisper something in his
ear. He told him that his elder brothers had written splendid New-Year‘s
wishes so large ！ one for papa ， and another for Albert and Charlotte，
and one for Werther ； and they were to be presented early in the morning，
on New Year‘s Day. This quite overcame him. He made each of the children
a present ， mounted his horse， left his compliments for papa and mamma，
and ， with tears in his eyes ， rode away from the place.

　　He returned home about five o‘clock ， ordered his servant to keep
up his fire ， desired him to pack his books and linen at the bottom of
the trunk ， and to place his coats at the top. He then appears to have
made the following addition to the letter addressed to Charlotte：

　　"You do not expect me. You think I will obey you， and not visit you
again till Christmas Eve. O Charlotte ， today or never ！ On Christmas
Eve you will hold this paper in your hand ； you will tremble ， and moisten
it with your tears. I will—— I must ！ Oh ， how happy I feel to be
determined！"

　　In the meantime ， Charlotte was in a pitiable state of mind. After
her last conversation with Werther， she found how painful to herself
it would be to decline his visits ， and knew how severely he would suffer
from their separation.

　　She had ， in conversation with Albert， mentioned casually that Werther
would not return before Christmas Eve ； and soon afterward Albert went
on horseback to see a person in the neighbourhood ， with whom he had
to transact some business which would detain him all night.

　　Charlotte was sitting alone. None of her family were near ， and she
gave herself up to the reflections that silently took possession of her
mind. She was for ever united to a husband whose love and fidelity she
had proved， to whom she was heartily devoted ， and who seemed to be
a special gift from Heaven to ensure her happiness. On the other hand ，
Werther had become dear to her. There was a cordial unanimity of sentiment
between them from the very first hour of their acquaintance ， and their
long association and repeated interviews had made an indelible impression
upon her heart. She had been accustomed to communicate to him every thought
and feeling which interested her， and his absence threatened to open
a void in her existence which it might be impossible to fill. How heartily
she wished that she might change him into her brother ，—— that she
could induce him to marry one of her own friends， or could reestablish
his intimacy with Albert.

　　She passed all her intimate friends in review before her mind ， but
found something objectionable in each ， and could decide upon none to
whom she would consent to give him.

　　Amid all these considerations she felt deeply but indistinctly that
her own real but unexpressed wish was to retain him for herself ， and
her pure and amiable heart felt from this thought a sense of oppression
which seemed to forbid a prospect of happiness. She was wretched： a dark
cloud obscured her mental vision.

　　It was now half-past six o‘clock， and she heard Werther‘s step on
the stairs. She at once recognised his voice， as he inquired if she were
at home. Her heart beat audibly —— we could almost say for the first
time—— at his arrival. It was too late to deny herself； and， as he
entered ， she exclaimed， with a sort of ill concealed confusion ， "You
have not kept your word ！" "I promised nothing ，" he answered. "But
you should have complied， at least for my sake ，" she continued. " I
implore you ， for both our sakes."

　　She scarcely knew what she said or did； and sent for some friends，
who ， by their presence， might prevent her being left alone with Werther.
He put down some books he had brought with him， then made inquiries about
some others ， until she began to hope that her friends might arrive shortly，
entertaining at the same time a desire that they might stay away.

　　At one moment she felt anxious that the servant should remain in the
adjoining room， then she changed her mind. Werther ， meanwhile， walked
impatiently up and down. She went to the piano， and determined not to
retire. She then collected her thoughts ， and sat down quietly at Werther‘s
side， who had taken his usual place on the sofa.

　　"Have you brought nothing to read ？" she inquired. He had nothing.
"There in my drawer ，" she continued ， "you will find your own translation
of some of the songs of Ossian. I have not yet read them， as I have still
hoped to hear you recite them ； but， for some time past ， I have not
been able to accomplish such a wish." He smiled ， and went for the manuscript，
which he took with a shudder. He sat down ； and， with eyes full of tears，
he began to read.

　　"Star of descending night ！ fair is thy light in the west！ thou
liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud ； thy steps are stately on thy
hill. What dost thou behold in the plain？ The stormy winds are laid.
The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant
rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings： the hum of their
course is on the field. What dost thou behold ， fair light ？ But thou
dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee： they bathe
thy lovely hair. Farewell ， thou silent beam ！ Let the light of Ossian‘s
soul arise！

　　"And it does arise in its strength！ I behold my departed friends.
Their gathering is on Lora， as in the days of other years. Fingal comes
like a watery column of mist！ his heroes are around： and see the bards
of song ， gray-haired Ullin！ stately Ryno ！ Alpin with the tuneful
voice ： the soft complaint of Minona ！ How are ye changed ， my friends，
since the days of Selma‘s feast ！ when we contended， like gales of spring
as they fly along the hill， and bend by turns the feebly whistling grass.

　　"Minona came forth in her beauty， with downcast look and tearful
eye. Her hair was flying slowly with the blast that rushed unfrequent
from the hill. The souls of the heroes were sad when she raised the tuneful
voice. Oft had they seen the grave of Salgar， the dark dwelling of white-bosomed
Colma. Colma left alone on the hill with all her voice of song！ Salgar
promised to come！ but the night descended around. Hear the voice of Colma，
when she sat alone on the hill！

　　"Colma. It is night ： I am alone ， forlorn on the hill of storms.
The wind is heard on the mountain. The torrent is howling down the rock.
No hut receives me from the rain： forlorn on the hill of winds ！

　　"Rise moon！ from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night ， arise！
Lead me ， some light ， to the place where my love rests from the chase
alone ！ His bow near him unstrung， his dogs panting around him！ But
here I must sit alone by the rock of the mossy stream. The stream and
the wind roar aloud. I hear not the voice of my love！ Why delays my Salgar
； why the chief of the hill his promise？ Here is the rock and here the
tree！ here is the roaring stream ！ Thou didst promise with night to
be here. Ah ！ whither is my Salgar gone？ With thee I would fly from
my father ， with thee from my brother of pride. Our race have long been
foes： we are not foes， O Salgar ！

　　"Cease a little while ， O wind ！ stream ， be thou silent awhile！
let my voice be heard around！ let my wanderer hear me！ Salgar ！ it
is Colma who calls. Here is the tree and the rock. Salgar ， my love，
I am here ！ Why delayest thou thy coming ？ Lo ！ the calm moon comes
forth. The flood is bright in the vale. The rocks are gray on the steep.
I see him not on the brow. His dogs come not before him with tidings of
his near approach. Here I must sit alone！

　　"Who lie on the heath beside me ？ Are they my love and my brother？
Speak to me ， O my friends ！ To Colma they give no reply. Speak to me
： I am alone ！ My soul is tormented with fears. Ah， they are dead！
Their swords are red from the fight. O my brother ！ my brother ！ why
hast thou slain my Salgar ！ Why， O Salgar ， hast thou slain my brother！
Dear were ye both to me ！ what shall I say in your praise？ Thou wert
fair on the hill among thousands！ he was terrible in fight ！ Speak to
me！ hear my voice！ hear me， sons of my love！ They are silent！ silent
for ever！ Cold ， cold ， are their breasts of clay！ Oh ， from the
rock on the hill， from the top of the windy steep， speak， ye ghosts
of the dead ！ Speak， I will not be afraid ！ Whither are ye gone to
rest？ In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed ？ No feeble
voice is on the gale： no answer half drowned in the storm！

　　"I sit in my grief： I wait for morning in my tears ！ Rear the tomb，
ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away
like a dream. Why should I stay behind？ Here shall I rest with my friends，
by the stream of the sounding rock. When night comes on the hill when
the loud winds arise my ghost shall stand in the blast， and mourn the
death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth ； he shall
fear， but love my voice！ For sweet shall my voice be for my friends
： pleasant were her friends to Colma.

　　"Such was thy song， Minona ， softly blushing daughter of Torman.
Our tears descended for Colma ， and our souls were sad ！ Ullin came
with his harp ； he gave the song of Alpin. The voice of Alpin was pleasant，
the soul of Ryno was a beam of fire ！ But they had rested in the narrow
house ： their voice had ceased in Selma！ Ullin had returned one day
from the chase before the heroes fell. He heard their strife on the hill
： their song was soft， but sad！ They mourned the fall of Morar ， first
of mortal men ！ His soul was like the soul of Fingal ： his sword like
the sword of Oscar. But he fell ， and his father mourned ： his sister‘s
eyes were full of tears. Minona‘s eyes were full of tears ， the sister
of car-borne Morar. She retired from the song of Ullin， like the moon
in the west ， when she foresees the shower ， and hides her fair head
in a cloud. I touched the harp with Ullin ： the song of morning rose ！

　　"Ryno. The wind and the rain are past ， calm is the noon of day.
The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant
sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet
are thy murmurs ， O stream ！ but more sweet is the voice I hear. It
is the voice of Alpin ， the son of song， mourning for the dead！ Bent
is his head of age： red his tearful eye. Alpin ， thou son of song ，
why alone on the silent hill？ why complainest thou ， as a blast in the
wood as a wave on the lonely shore？

　　"Alpin. My tears， O Ryno ！ are for the dead my voice for those that
have passed away. Tall thou art on the hill ； fair among the sons of
the vale. But thou shalt fall like Morar： the mourner shall sit on thy
tomb. The hills shall know thee no more ： thy bow shall lie in thy hall
unstrung！

　　"Thou wert swift， O Morar！ as a roe on the desert ： terrible as
a meteor of fire. Thy wrath was as the storm. Thy sword in battle as lightning
in the field. Thy voice was as a stream after rain， like thunder on distant
hills. Many fell by thy arm ： they were consumed in the flames of thy
wrath. But when thou didst return from war， how peaceful was thy brow.
Thy face was like the sun after rain： like the moon in the silence of
night ： calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.

　　"Narrow is thy dwelling now ！ dark the place of thine abode！ With
three steps I compass thy grave ， O thou who wast so great before！ Four
stones， with their heads of moss ， are the only memorial of thee. A
tree with scarce a leaf ， long grass which whistles in the wind， mark
to the hunter‘s eye the grave of the mighty Morar. Morar！ thou art low
indeed. Thou hast no mother to mourn thee ， no maid with her tears of
love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.

　　"Who on his staff is this ？ Who is this whose head is white with
age ， whose eyes are red with tears， who quakes at every step ？ It
is thy father ， O Morar！ the father of no son but thee. He heard of
thy fame in war ， he heard of foes dispersed. He heard of Morar‘s renown，
why did he not hear of his wound？ Weep ， thou father of Morar ！ Weep，
but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead ， low their
pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice ， no more awake at thy
call. When shall it be morn in the grave， to bid the slumberer awake ？
Farewell， thou bravest of men！ thou conqueror in the field！ but the
field shall see thee no more， nor the dark wood be lightened with the
splendour of thy steel. Thou has left no son. The song shall preserve
thy name. Future times shall hear of thee they shall hear of the fallen
Morar ！

　　"The grief of all arose ， but most the bursting sigh of Armin. He
remembers the death of his son， who fell in the days of his youth. Carmor
was near the hero ， the chief of the echoing Galmal. Why burst the sigh
of Armin？ he said. Is there a cause to mourn ？ The song comes with its
music to melt and please the soul. It is like soft mist that， rising
from a lake ， pours on the silent vale ； the green flowers are filled
with dew， but the sun returns in his strength， and the mist is gone.
Why art thou sad， O Armin， chief of sea-surrounded Gorma？

　　"Sad I am ！ nor small is my cause of woe ！ Carmor ， thou hast lost
no son； thou hast lost no daughter of beauty. Colgar the valiant lives，
and Annira， fairest maid. The boughs of thy house ascend ， O Carmor ！
but Armin is the last of his race. Dark is thy bed， O Daura！ deep thy
sleep in the tomb ！ When shalt thou wake with thy songs？ with all thy
voice of music？

　　"Arise， winds of autumn， arise： blow along the heath. Streams of
the mountains ， roar ； roar ， tempests in the groves of my oaks！ Walk
through broken clouds ， O moon ！ show thy pale face at intervals； bring
to my mind the night when all my children fell， when Arindal the mighty
fell—— when Daura the lovely failed. Daura， my daughter， thou wert
fair， fair as the moon on Fura ， white as the driven snow ， sweet as
the breathing gale. Arindal ， thy bow was strong ， thy spear was swift
on the field， thy look was like mist on the wave ， thy shield a red
cloud in a storm！ Armar， renowned in war， came and sought Daura‘s love.
He was not long refused ： fair was the hope of their friends.

　　"Erath， son of Odgal ， repined： his brother had been slain by Armar.
He came disguised like a son of the sea ： fair was his cliff on the wave，
white his locks of age， calm his serious brow. Fairest of women， he
said， lovely daughter of Armin ！ a rock not distant in the sea bears
a tree on its side； red shines the fruit afar. There Armar waits for
Daura. I come to carry his love ！ she went she called on Armar. Nought
answered， but the son of the rock. Armar ， my love， my love！ why tormentest
thou me with fear ？ Hear ， son of Arnart， hear ！ it is Daura who calleth
thee. Erath ， the traitor， fled laughing to the land. She lifted up
her voice —— she called for her brother and her father. Arindal ！ Armin！
none to relieve you ， Daura.

　　"Her voice came over the sea. Arindal ， my son ， descended from
the hill， rough in the spoils of the chase. His arrows rattled by his
side； his bow was in his hand， five dark-gray dogs attended his steps.
He saw fierce Erath on the shore； he seized and bound him to an oak.
Thick wind the thongs of the hide around his limbs； he loads the winds
with his groans. Arindal ascends the deep in his boat to bring Daura to
land. Armar came in his wrath ， and let fly the gray-feathered shaft.
It sung ， it sunk in thy heart ， O Arindal， my son ！ for Erath the
traitor thou diest. The oar is stopped at once： he panted on the rock，
and expired. What is thy grief， O Daura， when round thy feet is poured
thy brother‘s blood. The boat is broken in twain. Armar plunges into the
sea to rescue his Daura ， or die. Sudden a blast from a hill came over
the waves ； he sank， and he rose no more.

　　"Alone， on the sea-beat rock ， my daughter was heard to complain
； frequent and loud were her cries. What could her father do ？ All night
I stood on the shore： I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night
I heard her cries. Loud was the wind； the rain beat hard on the hill.
Before morning appeared ， her voice was weak ； it died away like the
evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief ， she expired，
and left thee ， Armin， alone. Gone is my strength in war， fallen my
pride among women. When the storms aloft arise， when the north lifts
the wave on high， I sit by the sounding shore， and look on the fatal
rock.

　　"Often by the setting moon I see the ghosts of my children； half
viewless they walk in mournful conference together."

　　A torrent of tears which streamed from Charlotte‘s eyes and gave relief
to her bursting heart ， stopped Werther‘s recitation. He threw down the
book， seized her hand， and wept bitterly. Charlotte leaned upon her
hand， and buried her face in her handkerchief： the agitation of both
was excessive. They felt that their own fate was pictured in the misfortunes
of Ossian‘s heroes， they felt this together， and their tears redoubled.
Werther supported his forehead on Charlotte‘s arm ： she trembled ， she
wished to be gone ； but sorrow and sympathy lay like a leaden weight
upon her soul. She recovered herself shortly， and begged Werther ， with
broken sobs ， to leave her ， implored him with the utmost earnestness
to comply with her request. He trembled ； his heart was ready to burst
： then ， taking up the book again ， he recommenced reading ， in a
voice broken by sobs. "Why dost thou waken me ， O spring ？ Thy voice
woos me ， exclaiming ， I refresh thee with heavenly dews； but the time
of my decay is approaching， the storm is nigh that shall whither my leaves.
Tomorrow the traveller shall come ， he shall come， who beheld me in
beauty： his eye shall seek me in the field around， but he shall not
find me."

　　The whole force of these words fell upon the unfortunate Werther.
Full of despair ， he threw himself at Charlotte‘s feet ， seized her
hands ， and pressed them to his eyes and to his forehead. An apprehension
of his fatal project now struck her for the first time. Her senses were
bewildered： she held his hands ， pressed them to her bosom； and， leaning
toward him with emotions of the tenderest pity， her warm cheek touched
his. They lost sight of everything. The world disappeared from their eyes.
He clasped her in his arms， strained her to his bosom， and covered her
trembling lips with passionate kisses. "Werther ！" she cried with a faint
voice ， turning herself away ； "Werther ！" and ， with a feeble hand，
she pushed him from her. At length， with the firm voice of virtue， she
exclaimed ， "Werther ！" He resisted not ， but， tearing himself from
her arms， fell on his knees before her. Charlotte rose ， and， with
disordered grief， in mingled tones of love and resentment， she exclaimed，
"It is the last time， Werther！ You shall never see me any more！" Then，
casting one last， tender look upon her unfortunate lover ， she rushed
into the adjoining room ， and locked the door. Werther held out his arms，
but did not dare to detain her. He continued on the ground， with his
head resting on the sofa， for half an hour ， till he heard a noise which
brought him to his senses. The servant entered. He then walked up and
down the room ； and， when he was again left alone ， he went to Charlotte‘s
door， and， in a low voice ， said ， "Charlotte ， Charlotte！ but one
word more ， one last adieu ！" She returned no answer. He stopped， and
listened and entreated； but all was silent. At length he tore himself
from the place， crying ， "Adieu ， Charlotte， adieu for ever ！"

　　Werther ran to the gate of the town. The guards ， who knew him ，
let him pass in silence. The night was dark and stormy，—— it rained
and snowed. He reached his own door about eleven. His servant ， although
seeing him enter the house without his hat， did not venture to say anything
； and； as he undressed his master ， he found that his clothes were
wet. His hat was afterward found on the point of a rock overhanging the
valley； and it is inconceivable how he could have climbed to the summit
on such a dark， tempestuous night without losing his life.

　　He retired to bed ， and slept to a late hour. The next morning his
servant ， upon being called to bring his coffee， found him writing.
He was adding ， to Charlotte ， what we here annex.

　　"For the last ， last time I open these eyes. Alas！ they will behold
the sun no more. It is covered by a thick ， impenetrable cloud. Yes，
Nature！ put on mourning： your child ， your friend， your lover ， draws
near his end！ This thought ， Charlotte， is without parallel； and yet
it seems like a mysterious dream when I repeat—— this is my last day！
The last！ Charlotte， no word can adequately express this thought. The
last！ To-day I stand erect in all my strength to-morrow， cold and stark，
I shall lie extended upon the ground. To die！ what is death？ We do but
dream in our discourse upon it. I have seen many human beings die ； but，
so straitened is our feeble nature， we have no clear conception of the
beginning or the end of our existence. At this moment I am my own ——
or rather I am thine， thine， my adored！ and the next we are parted ，
severed —— perhaps for ever ！ No ， Charlotte， no ！ How can I， how
can you ， be annihilated ？ We exist. What is annihilation ？ A mere
word， an unmeaning sound that fixes no impression on the mind. Dead，
Charlotte ！ laid in the cold earth ， in the dark and narrow grave ！
I had a friend once who was everything to me in early youth. She died.
I followed her hearse ； I stood by her grave when the coffin was lowered
； and when I heard the creaking of the cords as they were loosened and
drawn up， when the first shovelful of earth was thrown in， and the coffin
returned a hollow sound ， which grew fainter and fainter till all was
completely covered over ， I threw myself on the ground ； my heart was
smitten ， grieved， shattered， rent —— but I neither knew what had
happened， nor what was to happen to me. Death！ the grave！ I understand
not the words.—— Forgive， oh ， forgive me ！ Yesterday—— ah ， that
day should have been the last of my life！ Thou angel ！ for the first
time in my existence， I felt rapture glow within my inmost soul. She
loves ， she loves me ！ Still burns upon my lips the sacred fire they
received from thine. New torrents of delight overwhelm my soul. Forgive
me， oh ， forgive！

　　"I knew that I was dear to you； I saw it in your first entrancing
look， knew it by the first pressure of your hand ； but when I was absent
from you， when I saw Albert at your side ， my doubts and fears returned.

　　"Do you remember the flowers you sent me， when ， at that crowded
assembly， you could neither speak nor extend your hand to me ？ Half
the night I was on my knees before those flowers， and I regarded them
as the pledges of your love ； but those impressions grew fainter ， and
were at length effaced.

　　"Everything passes away ； but a whole eternity could not extinguish
the living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips ， and which
now burns within me. She loves me ！ These arms have encircled her waist，
these lips have trembled upon hers. She is mine ！ Yes， Charlotte， you
are mine for ever ！

　　"And what do they mean by saying Albert is your husband ？ He may
be so for this world； and in this world it is a sin to love you， to
wish to tear you from his embrace. Yes， it is a crime； and I suffer
the punishment， but I have enjoyed the full delight of my sin. I have
inhaled a balm that has revived my soul. From this hour you are mine；
yes ， Charlotte， you are mine ！ I go before you. I go to my Father
and to your Father. I will pour out my sorrows before him ， and he will
give me comfort till you arrive. Then will I fly to meet you. I will claim
you ， and remain your eternal embrace， in the presence of the Almighty.

　　"I do not dream ， I do not rave. Drawing nearer to the grave my perceptions
become clearer. We shall exist； we shall see each other again； we shall
behold your mother； I shall behold her ， and expose to her my inmost
heart. Your mother—— your image ！"

　　About eleven o‘clock Werther asked his servant if Albert had returned.
He answered ， "Yes ；" for he had seen him pass on horseback ： upon
which Werther sent him the following note ， unsealed ：

　　"Be so good as to lend me your pistols for a journey. Adieu."

　　Charlotte had slept little during the past night. All her apprehensions
were realised in a way that she could neither foresee nor avoid. Her blood
was boiling in her veins， and a thousand painful sensations rent her
pure heart. Was it the ardour of Werther‘s passionate embraces that she
felt within her bosom ？ Was it anger at his daring ？ Was it the sad
comparison of her present condition with former days of innocence ， tranquillity，
and self-confidence ？ How could she approach her husband ， and confess
a scene which she had no reason to conceal， and which she yet felt ，
nevertheless， unwilling to avow？ They had preserved so long a silence
toward each other and should she be the first to break it by so unexpected
a discovery ？ She feared that the mere statement of Werther‘s visit would
trouble him ， and his distress would be heightened by her perfect candour.
She wished that he could see her in her true light， and judge her without
prejudice ； but was she anxious that he should read her inmost soul？
On the other hand ， could she deceive a being to whom all her thoughts
had ever been exposed as clearly as crystal ， and from whom no sentiment
had ever been concealed ？ These reflections made her anxious and thoughtful.
Her mind still dwelt on Werther ， who was now lost to her， but whom
she could not bring herself to resign ， and for whom she knew nothing
was left but despair if she should be lost to him for ever.

　　A recollection of that mysterious estrangement which had lately subsisted
between herself and Albert， and which she could never thoroughly understand，
was now beyond measure painful to her. Even the prudent and the good have
before now hesitated to explain their mutual differences， and have dwelt
in silence upon their imaginary grievances， until circumstances have
become so entangled ， that in that critical juncture ， when a calm explanation
would have saved all parties， an understanding was impossible. And thus
if domestic confidence had been earlier established between them， if
love and kind forbearance had mutually animated and expanded their hearts，
it might not， perhaps， even yet have been too late to save our friend.

　　But we must not forget one remarkable circumstance. We may observe
from the character of Werther‘s correspondence， that he had never affected
to conceal his anxious desire to quit this world. He had often discussed
the subject with Albert ； and， between the latter and Charlotte ， it
had not unfrequently formed a topic of conversation. Albert was so opposed
to the very idea of such an action， that ， with a degree of irritation
unusual in him， he had more than once given Werther to understand that
he doubted the seriousness of his threats ， and not only turned them
into ridicule ， but caused Charlotte to share his feelings of incredulity.
Her heart was thus tranquillised when she felt disposed to view the melancholy
subject in a serious point of view， though she never communicated to
her husband the apprehensions she sometimes experienced.

　　Albert， upon his return， was received by Charlotte with ill-concealed
embarrassment. He was himself out of humour ； his business was unfinished
； and he had just discovered that the neighbouring official with whom
he had to deal， was an obstinate and narrow-minded personage. Many things
had occurred to irritate him.

　　He inquired whether anything had happened during his absence， and
Charlotte hastily answered that Werther had been there on the evening
previously. He then inquired for his letters， and was answered that several
packages had been left in his study. He thereon retired ， leaving Charlotte
alone.

　　The presence of the being she loved and honoured produced a new impression
on her heart. The recollection of his generosity， kindness ， and affection
had calmed her agitation： a secret impulse prompted her to follow him
； she took her work and went to his study， as was often her custom.
He was busily employed opening and reading his letters. It seemed as if
the contents of some were disagreeable. She asked some questions： he
gave short answers， and sat down to write.

　　Several hours passed in this manner ， and Charlotte‘s feelings became
more and more melancholy. She felt the extreme difficulty of explaining
to her husband， under any circumstances， the weight that lay upon her
heart ； and her depression became every moment greater ， in proportion
as she endeavoured to hide her grief， and to conceal her tears.

　　The arrival of Werther‘s servant occasioned her the greatest embarrassment.
He gave Albert a note ， which the latter coldly handed to his wife ，
saying， at the same time ， "Give him the pistols. I wish him a pleasant
journey ，" he added， turning to the servant. These words fell upon Charlotte
like a thunderstroke： she rose from her seat half-fainting ， and unconscious
of what she did. She walked mechanically toward the wall， took down the
pistols with a trembling hand ， slowly wiped the dust from them， and
would have delayed longer ， had not Albert hastened her movements by
an impatient look. She then delivered the fatal weapons to the servant，
without being able to utter a word. As soon as he had departed， she folded
up her work ， and retired at once to her room， her heart overcome with
the most fearful forebodings. She anticipated some dreadful calamity.
She was at one moment on the point of going to her husband， throwing
herself at his feet ， and acquainting him with all that had happened
on the previous evening ， that she might acknowledge her fault ， and
explain her apprehensions ； then she saw that such a step would be useless，
as she would certainly be unable to induce Albert to visit Werther. Dinner
was served； and a kind friend whom she had persuaded to remain assisted
to sustain the conversation ， which was carried on by a sort of compulsion，
till the events of the morning were forgotten.

　　When the servant brought the pistols to Werther ， the latter received
them with transports of delight upon hearing that Charlotte had given
them to him with her own hand. He ate some bread， drank some wine， sent
his servant to dinner ， and then sat down to write as follows：

　　"They have been in your hands you wiped the dust from them. I kiss
them a thousand times —— you have touched them. Yes ， Heaven favours
my design ， and you， Charlotte， provide me with the fatal instruments.
It was my desire to receive my death from your hands， and my wish is
gratified. I have made inquiries of my servant. You trembled when you
gave him the pistols， but you bade me no adieu. Wretched ， wretched
that I am —— not one farewell ！ How could you shut your heart against
me in that hour which makes you mine for ever ？ Charlotte， ages cannot
efface the impression —— I feel you cannot hate the man who so passionately
loves you ！"

　　After dinner he called his servant， desired him to finish the packing
up， destroyed many papers， and then went out to pay some trifling debts.
He soon returned home ， then went out again， notwithstanding the rain，
walked for some time in the count‘s garden， and afterward proceeded farther
into the country. Toward evening he came back once more ， and resumed
his writing.

　　"Wilhelm， I have for the last time beheld the mountains， the forests，
and the sky. Farewell ！ And you， my dearest mother， forgive me ！ Console
her ， Wilhelm. God bless you ！ I have settled all my affairs！ Farewell！
We shall meet again ， and be happier than ever."

　　"I have requited you badly， Albert ； but you will forgive me. I
have disturbed the peace of your home. I have sowed distrust between you.
Farewell！ I will end all this wretchedness. And oh ， that my death may
render you happy！ Albert ， Albert ！ make that angel happy， and the
blessing of Heaven be upon you！"

　　He spent the rest of the evening in arranging his papers： he tore
and burned a great many ； others he sealed up， and directed to Wilhelm.
They contained some detached thoughts and maxims， some of which I have
perused. At ten o‘clock he ordered his fire to be made up ， and a bottle
of wine to be brought to him. He then dismissed his servant ， whose room，
as well as the apartments of the rest of the family ， was situated in
another part of the house. The servant lay down without undressing， that
he might be the sooner ready for his journey in the morning ， his master
having informed him that the post-horses would be at the door before six
o‘clock.

　　"Past eleven o‘clock！ All is silent around me， and my soul is calm.
I thank thee， O God， that thou bestowest strength and courage upon me
in these last moments ！ I approach the window， my dearest of friends
； and through the clouds ， which are at this moment driven rapidly along
by the impetuous winds， I behold the stars which illumine the eternal
heavens. No ， you will not fall， celestial bodies ： the hand of the
Almighty supports both you and me ！ I have looked for the last time upon
the constellation of the Greater Bear ： it is my favourite star； for
when I bade you farewell at night ， Charlotte， and turned my steps from
your door ， it always shone upon me. With what rapture have I at times
beheld it ！ How often have I implored it with uplifted hands to witness
my felicity ！ and even still —— But what object is there ， Charlotte，
which fails to summon up your image before me ？ Do you not surround me
on all sides？ and have I not ， like a child ， treasured up every trifle
which you have consecrated by your touch？ "Your profile， which was so
dear to me， I return to you； and I pray you to preserve it. Thousands
of kisses have I imprinted upon it， and a thousand times has it gladdened
my heart on departing from and returning to my home.

　　"I have implored your father to protect my remains. At the corner
of the churchyard ， looking toward the fields， there are two lime-trees
—— there I wish to lie. Your father can ， and doubtless will ， do
this much for his friend. Implore it of him. But perhaps pious Christians
will not choose that their bodies chould be buried near the corpse of
a poor， unhappy wretch like me. Then let me be laid in some remote valley，
or near the highway ， where the priest and Levite may bless themselves
as they pass by my tomb ， whilst the Samaritan will shed a tear for my
fate.

　　"See， Charlotte， I do not shudder to take the cold and fatal cup，
from which I shall drink the draught of death. Your hand presents it to
me， and I do not tremble. All， all is now concluded ： the wishes and
the hopes of my existence are fulfilled. With cold， unflinching hand
I knock at the brazen portals of Death. Oh， that I had enjoyed the bliss
of dying for you！ how gladly would I have sacrificed myself for you；
Charlotte ！ And could I but restore peace and joy to your bosom， with
what resolution ， with what joy， would I not meet my fate ！ But it
is the lot of only a chosen few to shed their blood for their friends ，
and by their death to augment ， a thousand times ， the happiness of
those by whom they are beloved.

　　I wish， Charlotte， to be buried in the dress I wear at present：
it has been rendered sacred by your touch. I have begged this favour of
your father. My spirit soars above my sepulchre. I do not wish my pockets
to be searched. The knot of pink ribbon which you wore on your bosom the
first time I saw you， surrounded by the children —— Oh ， kiss them
a thousand times for me ， and tell them the fate of their unhappy friend！
I think I see them playing around me. The dear children ！ How warmly
have I been attached to you ， Charlotte！ Since the first hour I saw
you ， how impossible have I found it to leave you. This ribbon must be
buried with me： it was a present from you on my birthday. How confused
it all appears！ Little did I then think that I should journey this road.
But peace ！ I pray you ， peace！

　　"They are loaded—— the clock strikes twelve. I say amen. Charlotte，
Charlotte ！ farewell ， farewell ！"

　　A neighbour saw the flash ， and heard the report of the pistol ；
but ， as everything remained quiet ， he thought no more of it.

　　In the morning， at six o‘clock ， the servant went into Werther‘s
room with a candle. He found his master stretched upon the floor， weltering
in his blood， and the pistols at his side. He called ， he took him in
his arms， but received no answer. Life was not yet quite extinct. The
servant ran for a surgeon ， and then went to fetch Albert. Charlotte
heard the ringing of the bell ： a cold shudder seized her. She wakened
her husband ， and they both rose. The servant， bathed in tears faltered
forth the dreadful news. Charlotte fell senseless at Albert‘s feet.

　　When the surgeon came to the unfortunate Werther， he was still lying
on the floor； and his pulse beat ， but his limbs were cold. The bullet，
entering the forehead ， over the right eye ， had penetrated the skull.
A vein was opened in his right arm： the blood came ， and he still continued
to breathe.

　　From the blood which flowed from the chair， it could be inferred
that he had committed the rash act sitting at his bureau， and that he
afterward fell upon the floor. He was found lying on his back near the
window. He was in full-dress costume.

　　The house ， the neighbourhood， and the whole town were immediately
in commotion. Albert arrived. They had laid Werther on the bed： his head
was bound up， and the paleness of death was upon his face. His limbs
were motionless ； but he still breathed， at one time strongly ， then
weaker—— his death was momently expected.

　　He had drunk only one glass of the wine. "Emilia Galotti" lay open
upon his bureau.

　　I shall say nothing of Albert‘s distress， or of Charlotte‘s grief.

　　The old steward hastened to the house immediately upon hearing the
news： he embraced his dying friend amid a flood of tears. His eldest
boys soon followed him on foot. In speechless sorrow they threw themselves
on their knees by the bedside ， and kissed his hands and face. The eldest，
who was his favourite ， hung over him till he expired； and even then
he was removed by force. At twelve o‘clock Werther breathed his last.
The presence of the steward ， and the precautions he had adopted ， prevented
a disturbance ； and that night ， at the hour of eleven， he caused the
body to be interred in the place which Werther had selected for himself.

　　The steward and his sons followed the corpse to the grave. Albert
was unable to accompany them. Charlotte‘s life was despaired of. The body
was carried by labourers. No priest attended.

The Sorrows of Young Werther