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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

I do not dream, I do not rave.Drawing nearer to the grave myperceptions become clearer.We shall exist; we shall see eachother again; we shall behold your mother; I shall behold her, andexpose to her my inmost heart.Your mother your image"

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.

Werther ran to the gate of the town.The guards, who knew him,let him pass in silence.The night was dark and stormy, itrained and snowed.He reached his own door about eleven.Hisservant, although seeing him enter the house without his hat, didnot venture to say anything; and; as he undressed his master, hefound that his clothes were wet.His hat was afterward found onthe point of a rock overhanging the valley; and it is inconceivablehow he could have climbed to the summit on such a dark, tempestuousnight without losing his life.

Werther ran to the gate of the town.The guards, who knew him,let him pass in silence.The night was dark and stormy, itrained and snowed.He reached his own door about eleven.Hisservant, although seeing him enter the house without his hat, didnot venture to say anything; and; as he undressed his master, hefound that his clothes were wet.His hat was afterward found onthe point of a rock overhanging the valley; and it is inconceivablehow he could have climbed to the summit on such a dark, tempestuousnight without losing his life.

For the last, last time I open these eyes.Alas put on mourning: your child, your friend, your lover,draws near his endThe lastToday I stand erect in all my strengthtomorrow, cold and stark, I shall lie extended upon the ground.To die and the next we are parted, severed perhaps for everHow can I, how can you,be annihilated?We exist.What is annihilation?A mere word,an unmeaning sound that fixes no impression on the mind.Dead,CharlotteI had a friend once who was everything to me in early youth.She died.I followed her hearse; I stood by her grave when thecoffin was lowered; and when I heard the creaking of the cordsas they were loosened and drawn up, when the first shovelfulof earth was thrown in, and the coffin returned a hollow sound,which grew fainter and fainter till all was completely coveredover, I threw myself on the ground; my heart was smitten, grieved,shattered, rent but I neither knew what had happened, nor whatwas to happen to me.DeathI understand not the words. Forgive, oh, forgive meThou angelStill burns upon my lips the sacred fire theyreceived from thine.New torrents of delight overwhelm my soul.Forgive me, oh, forgive

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

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.

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:

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.

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.

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

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.

For the last, last time I open these eyes.Alas put on mourning: your child, your friend, your lover,draws near his endThe lastToday I stand erect in all my strengthtomorrow, cold and stark, I shall lie extended upon the ground.To die and the next we are parted, severed perhaps for everHow can I, how can you,be annihilated?We exist.What is annihilation?A mere word,an unmeaning sound that fixes no impression on the mind.Dead,CharlotteI had a friend once who was everything to me in early youth.She died.I followed her hearse; I stood by her grave when thecoffin was lowered; and when I heard the creaking of the cordsas they were loosened and drawn up, when the first shovelfulof earth was thrown in, and the coffin returned a hollow sound,which grew fainter and fainter till all was completely coveredover, I threw myself on the ground; my heart was smitten, grieved,shattered, rent but I neither knew what had happened, nor whatwas to happen to me.DeathI understand not the words. Forgive, oh, forgive meThou angelStill burns upon my lips the sacred fire theyreceived from thine.New torrents of delight overwhelm my soul.Forgive me, oh, forgive

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.

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.

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:

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:

I do not dream, I do not rave.Drawing nearer to the grave myperceptions become clearer.We shall exist; we shall see eachother again; we shall behold your mother; I shall behold her, andexpose to her my inmost heart.Your mother your image"

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.

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.

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."

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