"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?。， Werther was highly incensed at the observations which Albert hadmade to the judge in this matter of the prisoner. He thought hecould detect therein a little bitterness toward himself personally;and although, upon reflection, it could not escape his soundjudgment that their view of the matter was correct, he felt thegreatest possible reluctance to make such an admission.
。， "Narrow is thy dwelling now! dark the place of thine abode! Withthree steps I compass thy grave, O thou who wast so great before!Four stones, with their heads of moss, are the only memorial ofthee. A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in thewind, 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 theeforth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.
。， I have just had a sad adventure, which will drive me away fromhere. I lose all patience! -- Death! -- It is not to be remedied;and you alone are to blame, for you urged and impelled me to filla post for which I was by no means suited. I have now reason tobe satisfied, and so have you! But, that you may not again attributethis fatality to my impetuous temper, I send you, my dear sir, aplain and simple narration of the affair, as a mere chronicler offacts would describe it.
。， Wilhelm, the man about whom I wrote to you -- that man so enviablein his misfortunes -- was secretary to Charlotte's father; and anunhappy passion for her which he cherished, concealed, and atlength 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 wasrelated to me by Albert with as much calmness as you will probablyperuse it.
PREFACE。， He spent the rest of the evening in arranging his papers: he toreand burned a great many; others he sealed up, and directed toWilhelm. They contained some detached thoughts and maxims, someof which I have perused. At ten o'clock he ordered his fire tobe made up, and a bottle of wine to be brought to him. He thendismissed his servant, whose room, as well as the apartments ofthe rest of the family, was situated in another part of the house.The servant lay down without undressing, that he might be thesooner ready for his journey in the morning, his master havinginformed him that the post-horses would be at the door before sixo'clock.
。， It cost me much to part with the blue coat which I wore the firsttime I danced with Charlotte. But I could not possibly wear itany longer. But I have ordered a new one, precisely similar, evento the collar and sleeves, as well as a new waistcoat and pantaloons.
"Alone, on the sea-beat rock, my daughter was heard to complain;frequent and loud were her cries. What could her father do? Allnight 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 hardon the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak; it diedaway like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spentwith grief, she expired, and left thee, Armin, alone. Gone is mystrength in war, fallen my pride among women. When the stormsaloft arise, when the north lifts the wave on high, I sit by thesounding shore, and look on the fatal rock.。， OCTOBER 2O.
She held the bird to her mouth; and he pressed her sweet lips withso much fervour that he seemed to feel the excess of bliss whichhe enjoyed.。， 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.
， How my heart beats when by accident I touch her finger, or my feetmeet hers under the table! I draw back as if from a furnace; buta secret force impels me forward again, and my senses becomedisordered. Her innocent, unconscious heart never knows what agonythese little familiarities inflict upon me. Sometimes when weare talking she Iays her hand upon mine, and in the eagerness ofconversation comes closer to me, and her balmy breath reaches mylips, -- when I feel as if lightning had struck me, and that Icould sink into the earth. And yet, Wilhelm, with all this heavenlyconfidence, -- if I know myself, and should ever dare -- youunderstand me. No, no! my heart is not so corrupt, it is weak,weak enough but is not that a degree of corruption?。，