。， In the evening I would not resist telling the story to a personwho, I thought, possessed some natural feeling, because he was aman of understanding. But what a mistake I made. He maintainedit 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 methen, that this very man had been baptised only a week before; soI said nothing further, but maintained the justice of my ownconvictions. We should deal with children as God deals with us,we are happiest under the influence of innocent delusions.
JANUARY 20.。， >From the blood which flowed from the chair, it could be inferredthat he had committed the rash act sitting at his bureau, and thathe afterward fell upon the floor. He was found lying on his backnear the window. He was in full-dress costume.
Werther, however, did not abandon his enterprise, and even besoughtthe judge to connive at the flight of the prisoner. But thisproposal was peremptorily rejected. Albert, who had taken somepart in the discussion, coincided in opinion with the judge. Atthis Werther became enraged, and took his leave in great anger,after the judge had more than once assured him that the prisonercould not be saved.。，
Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of othersby ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myseif, and my ownheart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to letothers pursue their own course, if they only allow me the sameprivilege.。， March 16.
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 honourmyself since she loves me!。， I must away. Thank you, Wilhelm, for determining my waveringpurpose. For a whole fortnight I have thought of leaving her. Imust away. She has returned to town, and is at the house of afriend. And then, Albert -- yes, I must go.
。， Believe me, dear Wilhelm, I did not allude to you when I spoke soseverely of those who advise resignation to inevitable fate. Idid not think it possible for you to indulge such a sentiment.But in fact you are right. I only suggest one objection. In thisworld one is seldom reduced to make a selection between twoalternatives. There are as many varieties of conduct and opinionas there are turns of feature between an aquiline nose and a flatone.
。， At one moment she felt anxious that the servant should remain inthe adjoining room, then she changed her mind. Werther, meanwhile,walked impatiently up and down. She went to the piano, anddetermined not to retire. She then collected her thoughts, andsat down quietly at Werther's side, who had taken his usual placeon the sofa.
。， "And such a being," She continued, "was to leave us, Werther!Great God, must we thus part with everything we hold dear in thisworld? Nobody felt this more acutely than the children: they criedand lamented for a long time afterward, complaining that men hadcarried away their dear mamma."
"Who on his staff is this? Who is this whose head is white withage, whose eyes are red with tears, who quakes at every step? Itis thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee. He heardof thy fame in war, he heard of foes dispersed. He heard of Morar'srenown, why did he not hear of his wound? Weep, thou father ofMorar! Weep, but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep ofthe dead, low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thyvoice, no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in thegrave, 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. Futuretimes shall hear of thee they shall hear of the fallen Morar!。，
"You were happy!" I exclaimed, as I returned quickly to thetown, "'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 hasacquired his reason, or after he has lost it? Unfortunate being!And yet I envy your fate: I envy the delusion to which you are avictim. You go forth with joy to gather flowers for your princess,-- in winter, -- and grieve when you can find none, and cannotunderstand why they do not grow. But I wander forth without joy,without hope, without design; and I return as I came. You fancywhat a man you would be if the states general paid you. Happymortal, who can ascribe your wretchedness to an earthly cause!You do not know, you do not feel, that in your own distractedheart and disordered brain dwells the source of that unhappinesswhich all the potentates on earth cannot relieve.。， JULY 16.