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I leaned down and looked intently at her wedding-ring; my tears fell; —immediately she began to play the favourite, the divine air which has so often enchanted me.—I felt comforted by it; but soon it recalled to my mind the times that are past — Grief, disappointed hopes.—I began to walk with hasty strides about the room—I was choaked—At length I went up to her, and with eagerness said, "For Heaven's sake play that no longer." She stopped, looked stedfastly at me, and said, with a smile that sunk deep into my heart, "Werter, you are indeed very ill i your most favourite food disgusts

you. you. Pray go, and try to compose yourself."—I tore myself from her.— Great God! thou seeft my torments, and thou wilt put an end to them!


December 6. T T O W her image haunts me! •*• .*■ Awake or asleep she is ever present to my soul '.—Soon as I close my eyes, here in this brain, where all my nerves are concentred, her dark eyes are imprinted. Here— I don't know how to describe it:—but if I shut my eyes, hers are immediately before me like a sea, like a H 3 precipice, precipice, and they occupy all the fibres of my head.—What is man!" that boasted demi-god! his strength fails him when most he wants it; — and whether he swims in pleasure, or bends under a load of sorrow, he is forced to stop; and whilst he is grasping at infinity, finds he must return again to his first cold existence.


December %. T FEEL, as those wretches must .*■ have felt who were formerly supposed to. be posRffed by devils.

Sometimes Sometimes I am seized with strange starts and motions-,—it is not agony, it is not passion, it is an interior secret rage which tears my bosom, and seems to seize my throatWretch that I am '.—Then I run, and wander amidst the dark and gloomy scenes which this unfriendly season exhibits. Last night I felt thus constrained to go out of the town, I had been told that the river, and all the brooks in the neighbourhood, had overflown their banks, and that my favourite valley was under water. I ran thither at past eleven o'clock; it was a gloomy and aweful sight! the moon was behind a H 4 cloud, 'cloud, but by means of a few scattered rays I could perceive the foaming waves rolling over the fields and meadows, and beating against the bushes; the whole valley was as a stormy sea, tossed by furious winds. The moon then appeared again, and rested on a dark cloud; the splendor of her light encreased the disorder of nature. The echoes repeated and redoubled the roarings of the wind and the waters. I drew near to the precipice; I wished and shuddered; I stretched out my arms, I leaned over, I sighed, and lost myself in the happy thought of burying all my sufferings, all my torments,

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