A neighbour saw the flash, and heard the report of the pistol;but, as everything remained quiet, he thought no more of it.。， "Now, my good friend, apply this to the mind; observe a man in hisnatural, isolated condition; consider how ideas work, and howimpressions fasten on him, till at length a violent passion seizeshim, destroying all his powers of calm reflection, and utterlyruining him.
。， I have made all sorts of acquaintances, but have as yet found nosociety. I know not what attraction I possess for the people, somany of them like me, and attach themselves to me; and then I feelsorry when the road we pursue together goes only a short distance.If you inquire what the people are like here, I must answer, "Thesame as everywhere." The human race is but a monotonous affair.Most of them labour the greater part of their time for meresubsistence; and the scanty portion of freedom which remains tothem so troubles them that they use every exertion to get rid ofit. Oh, the destiny of man!
No, I am not deceived. In her dark eyes I read a genuine interestin me and in my fortunes. Yes, I feel it; and I may believe myown heart which tells me -- dare I say it? -- dare I pronouncethe divine words? -- that she loves me!。， "They are loaded -- the clock strikes twelve. I say amen.Charlotte, Charlotte! farewell, farewell!"
Albert, who could not see the justice of the comparison, offeredsome further objections, and, amongst others, urged that I hadtaken the case of a mere ignorant girl. But how any man of sense,of more enlarged views and experience, could be excused, he wasunable to comprehend. "My friend!" I exclaimed, "man is but man;and, whatever be the extent of his reasoning powers, they are oflittle avail when passion rages within, and he feels himselfconfined by the narrow limits of nature. It were better, then --but we will talk of this some other time," I said, and caught upmy hat. Alas! my heart was full; and we parted without convictionon either side. How rarely in this world do men understand eachother!。， No, I am not deceived. In her dark eyes I read a genuine interestin me and in my fortunes. Yes, I feel it; and I may believe myown heart which tells me -- dare I say it? -- dare I pronouncethe divine words? -- that she loves me!
Albert, upon his return, was received by Charlotte withill-concealed embarrassment. He was himself out of humour; hisbusiness was unfinished; and he had just discovered that theneighbouring official with whom he had to deal, was an obstinateand narrow-minded personage. Many things had occurred to irritatehim.。， My acquaintance with the Count C-- is the only compensation forsuch an evil. He told me frankly, the other day, that he was muchdispleased with the difficulties and delays of the ambassador;that people like him are obstacles, both to themselves and toothers. "But," added he, "one must submit, like a traveller whohas to ascend a mountain: if the mountain was not there, the roadwould be both shorter and pleasanter; but there it is, and he mustget over it."
。， I know not whether some deceitful spirits haunt this spot, orwhether it be the warm, celestial fancy in my own heart whichmakes everything around me seem like paradise. In front of thehouse is a fountain, -- a fountain to which I am bound by a charmlike Melusina and her sisters. Descending a gentle slope, you cometo an arch, where, some twenty steps lower down, water of theclearest crystal gushes from the marble rock. The narrow wall whichencloses it above, the tall trees which encircle the spot, and thecoolness of the place itself, -- everything imparts a pleasant butsublime impression. Not a day passes on which I do not spend anhour there. The young maidens come from the town to fetch water,-- innocent and necessary employment, and formerly the occupation ofthe daughters of kings. As I take my rest there, the idea of the oldpatriarchal life is awakened around me. I see them, our old ancestors,how they formed their friendships and contracted alliances at thefountain-side; and I feel how fountains and streams were guarded bybeneficent spirits. He who is a stranger to these sensations hasnever really enjoyed cool repose at the side of a fountain after thefatigue of a weary summer day.
。， Werther returned home, took the candle from his servant, and retiredto his room alone. He talked for some time with great earnestnessto himself, wept aloud, walked in a state of great excitementthrough his chamber; till at length, without undressing, he threwhimself on the bed, where he was found by his servant at eleveno'clock, when the latter ventured to enter the room, and take offhis boots. Werther did not prevent him, but forbade him to come inthe morning till he should ring.
。， I could tear open my bosom with vexation to think how little weare capable of influencing the feelings of each other. No onecan communicate to me those sensations of love, joy, rapture, anddelight which I do not naturally possess; and, though my heart mayglow with the most lively affection, I cannot make the happinessof one in whom the same warmth is not inherent.
My acquaintance with the Count C-- is the only compensation forsuch an evil. He told me frankly, the other day, that he was muchdispleased with the difficulties and delays of the ambassador;that people like him are obstacles, both to themselves and toothers. "But," added he, "one must submit, like a traveller whohas to ascend a mountain: if the mountain was not there, the roadwould be both shorter and pleasanter; but there it is, and he mustget over it."。，
I thank you, Albert, for having deceived me. I waited for thenews 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 nowunited, 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, thatI hold the second place therein; and I intend to keep it. Oh, Ishould become mad if she could forget! Albert, that thought ishell! Farewell, Albert farewell, angel of heaven farewell, Charlotte!。，