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I knew that I was dear to you; I saw it in your first entrancinglook, knew it by the first pressure of your hand; but when I wasabsent from you, when I saw Albert at your side, my doubts andfears returned.

Everything passes away; but a whole eternity could not extinguishthe living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips, andwhich now burns within me.She loves meYes,Charlotte, you are mine for ever

Charlotte had slept little during the past night.All herapprehensions were realised in a way that she could neitherforesee nor avoid.Her blood was boiling in her veins, and athousand painful sensations rent her pure heart.Was it theardour of Werther's passionate embraces that she felt within herbosom?Was it anger at his daring?Was it the sad comparisonof her present condition with former days of innocence, tranquillity,and selfconfidence?How could she approach her husband, andconfess a scene which she had no reason to conceal, and which sheyet felt, nevertheless, unwilling to avow?They had preserved solong a silence toward each other and should she be the first tobreak it by so unexpected a discovery?She feared that the merestatement of Werther's visit would trouble him, and his distresswould be heightened by her perfect candour.She wished that hecould see her in her true light, and judge her without prejudice;but was she anxious that he should read her inmost soul?On theother hand, could she deceive a being to whom all her thoughtshad ever been exposed as clearly as crystal, and from whom nosentiment had ever been concealed?These reflections made heranxious and thoughtful.Her mind still dwelt on Werther, who wasnow lost to her, but whom she could not bring herself to resign,and for whom she knew nothing was left but despair if she shouldbe lost to him for ever.

Charlotte had slept little during the past night.All herapprehensions were realised in a way that she could neitherforesee nor avoid.Her blood was boiling in her veins, and athousand painful sensations rent her pure heart.Was it theardour of Werther's passionate embraces that she felt within herbosom?Was it anger at his daring?Was it the sad comparisonof her present condition with former days of innocence, tranquillity,and selfconfidence?How could she approach her husband, andconfess a scene which she had no reason to conceal, and which sheyet felt, nevertheless, unwilling to avow?They had preserved solong a silence toward each other and should she be the first tobreak it by so unexpected a discovery?She feared that the merestatement of Werther's visit would trouble him, and his distresswould be heightened by her perfect candour.She wished that hecould see her in her true light, and judge her without prejudice;but was she anxious that he should read her inmost soul?On theother hand, could she deceive a being to whom all her thoughtshad ever been exposed as clearly as crystal, and from whom nosentiment had ever been concealed?These reflections made heranxious and thoughtful.Her mind still dwelt on Werther, who wasnow lost to her, but whom she could not bring herself to resign,and for whom she knew nothing was left but despair if she shouldbe lost to him for ever.

Everything passes away; but a whole eternity could not extinguishthe living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips, andwhich now burns within me.She loves meYes,Charlotte, you are mine for ever

But we must not forget one remarkable circumstance.We mayobserve from the character of Werther's correspondence, thathe had never affected to conceal his anxious desire to quitthis world.He had often discussed the subject with Albert;and, between the latter and Charlotte, it had not unfrequentlyformed a topic of conversation.Albert was so opposed to the veryidea of such an action, that, with a degree of irritation unusualin him, he had more than once given Werther to understand that hedoubted the seriousness of his threats, and not only turned theminto ridicule, but caused Charlotte to share his feelings ofincredulity.Her heart was thus tranquillised when she feltdisposed to view the melancholy subject in a serious point ofview, though she never communicated to her husband theapprehensions she sometimes experienced.

And what do they mean by saying Albert is your husband?He maybe 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 Isuffer the punishment, but I have enjoyed the full delight ofmy sin.I have inhaled a balm that has revived my soul.Fromthis hour you are mine; yes, Charlotte, you are mineI gobefore you.I go to my Father and to your Father.I will pourout my sorrows before him, and he will give me comfort till youarrive.Then will I fly to meet you.I will claim you, andremain your eternal embrace, in the presence of the Almighty.

I knew that I was dear to you; I saw it in your first entrancinglook, knew it by the first pressure of your hand; but when I wasabsent from you, when I saw Albert at your side, my doubts andfears returned.

Charlotte had slept little during the past night.All herapprehensions were realised in a way that she could neitherforesee nor avoid.Her blood was boiling in her veins, and athousand painful sensations rent her pure heart.Was it theardour of Werther's passionate embraces that she felt within herbosom?Was it anger at his daring?Was it the sad comparisonof her present condition with former days of innocence, tranquillity,and selfconfidence?How could she approach her husband, andconfess a scene which she had no reason to conceal, and which sheyet felt, nevertheless, unwilling to avow?They had preserved solong a silence toward each other and should she be the first tobreak it by so unexpected a discovery?She feared that the merestatement of Werther's visit would trouble him, and his distresswould be heightened by her perfect candour.She wished that hecould see her in her true light, and judge her without prejudice;but was she anxious that he should read her inmost soul?On theother hand, could she deceive a being to whom all her thoughtshad ever been exposed as clearly as crystal, and from whom nosentiment had ever been concealed?These reflections made heranxious and thoughtful.Her mind still dwelt on Werther, who wasnow lost to her, but whom she could not bring herself to resign,and for whom she knew nothing was left but despair if she shouldbe lost to him for ever.

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

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

Everything passes away; but a whole eternity could not extinguishthe living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips, andwhich now burns within me.She loves meYes,Charlotte, you are mine for ever

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

But we must not forget one remarkable circumstance.We mayobserve from the character of Werther's correspondence, thathe had never affected to conceal his anxious desire to quitthis world.He had often discussed the subject with Albert;and, between the latter and Charlotte, it had not unfrequentlyformed a topic of conversation.Albert was so opposed to the veryidea of such an action, that, with a degree of irritation unusualin him, he had more than once given Werther to understand that hedoubted the seriousness of his threats, and not only turned theminto ridicule, but caused Charlotte to share his feelings ofincredulity.Her heart was thus tranquillised when she feltdisposed to view the melancholy subject in a serious point ofview, though she never communicated to her husband theapprehensions she sometimes experienced.

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

Charlotte had slept little during the past night.All herapprehensions were realised in a way that she could neitherforesee nor avoid.Her blood was boiling in her veins, and athousand painful sensations rent her pure heart.Was it theardour of Werther's passionate embraces that she felt within herbosom?Was it anger at his daring?Was it the sad comparisonof her present condition with former days of innocence, tranquillity,and selfconfidence?How could she approach her husband, andconfess a scene which she had no reason to conceal, and which sheyet felt, nevertheless, unwilling to avow?They had preserved solong a silence toward each other and should she be the first tobreak it by so unexpected a discovery?She feared that the merestatement of Werther's visit would trouble him, and his distresswould be heightened by her perfect candour.She wished that hecould see her in her true light, and judge her without prejudice;but was she anxious that he should read her inmost soul?On theother hand, could she deceive a being to whom all her thoughtshad ever been exposed as clearly as crystal, and from whom nosentiment had ever been concealed?These reflections made heranxious and thoughtful.Her mind still dwelt on Werther, who wasnow lost to her, but whom she could not bring herself to resign,and for whom she knew nothing was left but despair if she shouldbe lost to him for ever.

Everything passes away; but a whole eternity could not extinguishthe living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips, andwhich now burns within me.She loves meYes,Charlotte, you are mine for ever

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

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

But we must not forget one remarkable circumstance.We mayobserve from the character of Werther's correspondence, thathe had never affected to conceal his anxious desire to quitthis world.He had often discussed the subject with Albert;and, between the latter and Charlotte, it had not unfrequentlyformed a topic of conversation.Albert was so opposed to the veryidea of such an action, that, with a degree of irritation unusualin him, he had more than once given Werther to understand that hedoubted the seriousness of his threats, and not only turned theminto ridicule, but caused Charlotte to share his feelings ofincredulity.Her heart was thus tranquillised when she feltdisposed to view the melancholy subject in a serious point ofview, though she never communicated to her husband theapprehensions she sometimes experienced.

The whole force of these words fell upon the unfortunate Werther.Full of despair, he threw himself at Charlotte's feet, seized herhands, and pressed them to his eyes and to his forehead.Anapprehension of his fatal project now struck her for the firsttime.Her senses were bewildered: she held his hands, pressedthem to her bosom; and, leaning toward him with emotions of thetenderest pity, her warm cheek touched his.They lost sight ofeverything.The world disappeared from their eyes.He claspedher in his arms, strained her to his bosom, and covered her tremblinglips with passionate kisses."Werther" and, with a feeble hand,she pushed him from her.At length, with the firm voice of virtue,she exclaimed, "WertherYou shall never seeme any more but oneword more, one last adieu"

A recollection of that mysterious estrangement which had latelysubsisted between herself and Albert, and which she could neverthoroughly understand, was now beyond measure painful to her.Even the prudent and the good have before now hesitated to explaintheir mutual differences, and have dwelt in silence upon theirimaginary grievances, until circumstances have become so entangled,that in that critical juncture, when a calm explanation wouldhave saved all parties, an understanding was impossible.Andthus if domestic confidence had been earlier established betweenthem, if love and kind forbearance had mutually animated andexpanded their hearts, it might not, perhaps, even yet have beentoo late to save our friend.

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

Everything passes away; but a whole eternity could not extinguishthe living flame which was yesterday kindled by your lips, andwhich now burns within me.She loves meYes,Charlotte, you are mine for ever

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

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