The day before yesterday, the physician came from the town to paya visit to the judge. He found me on the floor playing withCharlotte's children. Some of them were scrambling over me, andothers romped with me; and, as I caught and tickled them, theymade a great noise. The doctor is a formal sort of personage: headjusts the plaits of his ruffles, and continually settles hisfrill whilst he is talking to you; and he thought my conduct beneaththe dignity of a sensible man. I could perceive this by hiscountenance. But I did not suffer myself to be disturbed. Iallowed him to continue his wise conversation, whilst I rebuiltthe children's card houses for them as fast as they threw themdown. He went about the town afterward, complaining that thejudge's children were spoiled enough before, but that now Wertherwas completely ruining them.。， Amid all these considerations she felt deeply but indistinctlythat her own real but unexpressed wish was to retain him for herself,and her pure and amiable heart felt from this thought a sense ofoppression which seemed to forbid a prospect of happiness. Shewas wretched: a dark cloud obscured her mental vision.
When I pass through the same gate, and walk along the same roadwhich first conducted me to Charlotte, my heart sinks within meat the change that has since taken place. All, all, is altered!No sentiment, no pulsation of my heart, is the same. My sensationsare such as would occur to some departed prince whose spirit shouldreturn to visit the superb palace which he had built in happy times,adorned with costly magnificence, and left to a beloved son, butwhose glory he should find departed, and its halls deserted andin ruins.。，
。， Certainly Albert is the best fellow in the world. I had a strangescene with him yesterday. I went to take leave of him; for I tookit into my head to spend a few days in these mountains, from whereI now write to you. As I was walking up and down his room, my eyefell upon his pistols. "Lend me those pistols," said I, "for myjourney." "By all means," he replied, "if you will take thetrouble to load them; for they only hang there for form." Itook down one of them; and he continued, "Ever since I was nearsuffering for my extreme caution, I will have nothing to do withsuch 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 withoutany anxiety. One rainy afternoon I was sitting by myself, doingnothing, when it occurred to me I do not know how that the housemight be attacked, that we might require the pistols, that we mightin short, you know how we go on fancying, when we have nothingbetter to do. I gave the pistols to the servant, to clean andload. He was playing with the maid, and trying to frighten her,when the pistol went off -- God knows how! -- the ramrod was inthe barrel; and it went straight through her right hand, andshattered the thumb. I had to endure all the lamentation, and topay the surgeon's bill; so, since that time, I have kept all myweapons 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 rulemust have its exceptions. But he is so exceedingly accurate, that,if he only fancies he has said a word too precipitate, or toogeneral, or only half true, he never ceases to qualify, to modify,and extenuate, till at last he appears to have said nothing atall. Upon this occasion, Albert was deeply immersed in hissubject: I ceased to listen to him, and became lost in reverie.With a sudden motion, I pointed the mouth of the pistol to myforehead, over the right eye. "What do vou mean?" cried Albert,turning back the pistol. "It is not loaded," said I. "And evenif not," he answered with impatience, "what can you mean? Icannot cornprehend how a man can be so mad as to shoot himself,and the bare idea of it shocks me."
Every word she uttered was a dagger to my heart. She did not feelwhat a mercy it would have been to conceal everything from me.She told me, in addition, all the impertinence that would be furthercirculated, and how the malicious would triumph; how they wouldrejoice over the punishment of my pride, over my humiliation forthat 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 mostsincere sympathy, awakened all my passions; and I am still in astate of extreme excitement. I wish I could find a man to jeerme about this event. I would sacrifice him to my resentment. Thesight of his blood might possibly be a relief to my fury. A hundredtimes have I seized a dagger, to give ease to this oppressed heart.Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively opena vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course,in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to open avein, to procure for myself everlasting liberty.。，
"Her voice came over the sea. Arindal, my son, descended from thehill, rough in the spoils of the chase. His arrows rattled by hisside; his bow was in his hand, five dark-gray dogs attended hissteps. He saw fierce Erath on the shore; he seized and bound himto an oak. Thick wind the thongs of the hide around his limbs;he loads the winds with his groans. Arindal ascends the deep inhis boat to bring Daura to land. Armar came in his wrath, andlet fly the gray-feathered shaft. It sung, it sunk in thy heart,O Arindal, my son! for Erath the traitor thou diest. The oar isstopped at once: he panted on the rock, and expired. What is thygrief, O Daura, when round thy feet is poured thy brother's blood.The boat is broken in twain. Armar plunges into the sea to rescuehis Daura, or die. Sudden a blast from a hill came over the waves;he sank, and he rose no more.。，
We have only, then, to relate conscientiously the facts which ourdiligent labour has enabled us to collect, to give the lettersof the deceased, and to pay particular attention to the slightestfragment from his pen, more especially as it is so difficult todiscover the real and correct motives of men who are not of thecommon order.。，
。， "Thou wert swift, O Morar! as a roe on the desert: terrible as ameteor of fire. Thy wrath was as the storm. Thy sword in battleas lightning in the field. Thy voice was as a stream after rain,like thunder on distant hills. Many fell by thy arm: they wereconsumed in the flames of thy wrath. But when thou didst returnfrom war, how peaceful was thy brow. Thy face was like the sunafter rain: like the moon in the silence of night: calm as thebreast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.
"Past eleven o'clock! All is silent around me, and my soul iscalm. I thank thee, O God, that thou bestowest strength and courageupon me in these last moments! I approach the window, my dearestof friends; and through the clouds, which are at this moment drivenrapidly along by the impetuous winds, I behold the stars whichillumine the eternal heavens. No, you will not fall, celestialbodies: the hand of the Almighty supports both you and me! I havelooked for the last time upon the constellation of the GreaterBear: it is my favourite star; for when I bade you farewell atnight, Charlotte, and turned my steps from your door, it alwaysshone upon me. With what rapture have I at times beheld it! Howoften have I implored it with uplifted hands to witness my felicity!and even still -- But what object is there, Charlotte, which failsto summon up your image before me? Do you not surround me on allsides? and have I not, like a child, treasured up every triflewhich you have consecrated by your touch?。， Unhappy being that I am! Why do I thus deceive myself? What isto come of all this wild, aimless, endless passion? I cannot prayexcept to her. My imagination sees nothing but her: all surroundingobjects are of no account, except as they relate to her. In thisdreamy state I enjoy many happy hours, till at length I feelcompelled to tear myself away from her. Ah, Wilhelm, to whatdoes not my heart often compel me! When I have spent several hoursin her company, till I feel completely absorbed by her figure, hergrace, the divine expression of her thoughts, my mind becomesgradually excited to the highest excess, my sight grows dim, myhearing confused, my breathing oppressed as if by the hand of amurderer, and my beating heart seeks to obtain relief for my achingsenses. I am sometimes unconscious whether I really exist. Ifin such moments I find no sympathy, and Charlotte does not allowme to enjoy the melancholy consolation of bathing her hand withmy tears, I feel compelled to tear myself from her, when I eitherwander through the country, climb some precipitous cliff, or forcea path through the trackless thicket, where I am lacerated andtorn by thorns and briers; and thence I find relief. Sometimes Ilie stretched on the ground, overcome with fatigue and dying withthirst; sometimes, late in the night, when the moon shines aboveme, I recline against an aged tree in some sequestered forest, torest my weary limbs, when, exhausted and worn, I sleep till breakof day. O Wilhelm! the hermit's cell, his sackcloth, and girdleof thorns would be luxury and indulgence compared with what I suffer.Adieu! I see no end to this wretchedness except the grave.
You should see how foolish I look in company when her name ismentioned, particularly when I am asked plainly how I like her.How I like her! I detest the phrase. What sort of creature musthe be who merely liked Charlotte, whose whole heart and senseswere not entirely absorbed by her. Like her! Some one asked melately how I liked Ossian.。， A party had assembled outside the house under the linden-trees,to drink coffee. The company did not exactly please me; and, underone pretext or another, I lingered behind.
，。， The vain attempt Werther had made to save the unhappy murderer wasthe last feeble glimmering of a flame about to be extinguished.He sank almost immediately afterward into a state of gloom andinactivity, until he was at length brought to perfect distractionby learning that he was to be summoned as a witness against theprisoner, who asserted his complete innocence.