the sorrows of young werther-第18部分
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should be recognised by every one as the noblest of created beings。 Was he； however； to blame for wishing to avert from her every appearance of suspicion？ or for his unwillingness to share his rich prize with another； even for a moment； and in the most innocent manner？ It is asserted that Albert frequently retired from his wife's apartment during Werther's visits； but this did not arise from hatred or aversion to his friend； but only from a feeling that his presence was oppressive to Werther。
Charlotte's father； who was confined to the house by indisposition； was accustomed to send his carriage for her； that she might make excursions in the neighbourhood。 One day the weather had been unusually severe； and the whole country was covered with snow。
Werther went for Charlotte the following morning； in order that； if Albert were absent； he might conduct her home。
The beautiful weather produced but little impression on his troubled spirit。 A heavy weight lay upon his soul； deep melancholy had taken possession of him； and his mind knew no change save from one painful thought to another。
As he now never enjoyed internal peace； the condition of his fellow creatures was to him a perpetual source of trouble and distress。 He believed he had disturbed the happiness of Albert and his wife； and； whilst he censured himself strongly for this； he began to entertain a secret dislike to Albert。
His thoughts were occasionally directed to this point。 〃Yes；〃 he would repeat to himself； with ill…concealed dissatisfaction； 〃yes； this is； after all； the extent of that confiding； dear； tender； and sympathetic love； that calm and eternal fidelity！ What do I behold but satiety and indifference？ Does not every frivolous engagement attract him more than his charming and lovely wife？ Does he know how to prize his happiness？ Can he value her as she deserves？ He possesses her； it is true； I know that； as I know much more； and I have become accustomed to the thought that he will drive me mad； or； perhaps； murder me。 Is his friendship toward me unimpaired？ Does he not view my attachment to Charlotte as an infringement upon his rights； and consider my attention to her as a silent rebuke to himself？ I know； and indeed feel； that he dislikes me； that he wishes for my absence； that my presence is hateful to him。〃
He would often pause when on his way to visit Charlotte； stand still； as though in doubt； and seem desirous of returning； but would nevertheless proceed； and； engaged in such thoughts and soliloquies as we have described； he finally reached the hunting…lodge； with a sort of involuntary consent。
Upon one occasion he entered the house； and； inquiring for Charlotte； he observed that the inmates were in a state of unusual confusion。 The eldest boy informed him that a dreadful misfortune had occurred at Walheim； that a peasant had been murdered！ But this made little impression upon him。 Entering the apartment； he found Charlotte engaged reasoning with her father； who； in spite of his infirmity； insisted on going to the scene of the crime； in order to institute an inquiry。 The criminal was unknown； the victim had been found dead at his own door that morning。 Suspicions were excited： the murdered man had been in the service of a widow； and the person who had previously filled the situation had been dismissed from her employment。
As soon as Werther heard this； he exclaimed with great excitement； 〃Is it possible！ I must go to the spot I cannot delay a moment！〃 He hastened to Walheim。 Every incident returned vividly to his remembrance； and he entertained not the slightest doubt that that man was the murderer to whom he had so often spoken； and for whom he entertained so much regard。 His way took him past the well…known lime trees； to the house where the body had been carried； and his feelings were greatly excited at the sight of the fondly recollected spot。 That threshold where the neighbours' children had so often played together was stained with blood； love and attachment； the noblest feelings of human nature； had been converted into violence and murder。 The huge trees stood there leafless and covered with hoarfrost； the beautiful hedgerows which surrounded the old churchyard wall were withered； and the gravestones； half covered with snow； were visible through the openings。
As he approached the inn； in front of which the whole village was assembled； screams were suddenly heard。 A troop of armed peasants was seen approaching； and every one exclaimed that the criminal had been apprehended。 Werther looked； and was not long in doubt。 The prisoner was no other than the servant； who had been formerly so attached to the widow； and whom he had met prowling about； with that suppressed anger and ill…concealed despair； which we have before described。
〃What have you done； unfortunate man？〃 inquired Werther； as he advanced toward the prisoner。 The latter turned his eyes upon him in silence； and then replied with perfect composure； 〃No one will now marry her； and she will marry no one。〃 The prisoner was taken into the inn； and Werther left the place。 The mind of Werther was fearfully excited by this shocking occurrence。 He ceased； however； to be oppressed by his usual feeling of melancholy； moroseness； and indifference to everything that passed around him。 He entertained a strong degree of pity for the prisoner； and was seized with an indescribable anxiety to save him from his impending fate。 He considered him so unfortunate； he deemed his crime so excusable； and thought his own condition so nearly similar； that he felt convinced he could make every one else view the matter in the light in which he saw it himself。 He now became anxious to undertake his defence； and commenced composing an eloquent speech for the occasion； and； on his way to the hunting…lodge； he could not refrain from speaking aloud the statement which he resolved to make to the judge。
Upon his arrival； he found Albert had been before him： and he was a little perplexed by this meeting； but he soon recovered himself； and expressed his opinion with much warmth to the judge。 The latter shook； his head doubtingly； and although Werther urged his case with the utmost zeal； feeling； and determination in defence of his client； yet； as we may easily suppose； the judge was not much influenced by his appeal。 On the contrary； he interrupted him in his address； reasoned with him seriously； and even administered a rebuke to him for becoming the advocate of a murderer。 He demonstrated； that； according to this precedent； every law might be violated； and the public security utterly destroyed。 He added； moreover； that in such a case he could himself do nothing； without incurring the greatest responsibility； that everything must follow in the usual course； and pursue the ordinary channel。
Werther； however； did not abandon his enterprise； and even besought the judge to connive at the flight of the prisoner。 But this proposal was peremptorily rejected。 Albert； who had taken some part in the discussion； coincided in opinion with the judge。 At this Werther became enraged； and took his leave in great anger； after the judge had more than once assured him that the prisoner could not be saved。
The excess of his grief at this assurance may be inferred from a note we have found amongst his papers； and which was doubtless written upon this very occasion。
〃You cannot be saved； unfortunate man！ I see clearly that we cannot be saved！〃
Werther was highly incensed at the observations which Albert had made to the judge in this matter of the prisoner。 He thought he could detect therein a little bitterness toward himself personally； and although； upon reflection； it could not escape his sound judgment that their view of the matter was correct； he felt the greatest possible reluctance to make such an admission。
A memorandum of Werther's upon this point； expressive of his general feelings toward Albert； has been found amongst his papers。
〃What is the use of my continually repeating that he is a good and estimable man？ He is an inward torment to me； and I am incapable of being just toward him。〃
One fine evening in winter； when the weather seemed inclined to thaw； Charlotte and Albert were returning home together。 The former looked from time to time about her； as if she missed Werther's company。 Albert began to speak of him； and censured him for his prejudices。 He alluded to his unfortunate attachment； and wished it were possible to discontinue his acquaintance。 〃I desire it on our own account；〃 he added； 〃and I request you will compel him to alter his deportment toward you； and to visit you less frequently。 The world is censorious； and I know that here and there we are spoken of。〃 Charlotte made no reply； and Albert seemed to feel her silence。 At least； from that time he never again spoke of Werther； and； when she introduced the subject； he allowed the conversation to die away； or else he directed the discourse into another channel。
The vain attempt Werther had made to save the unhappy murderer was the last feeble glimmering of a flame about to be extinguished。 He sank almost immediately afterward into a state of gloom and inactivity； until he was at length brought to perfect distraction by learning that he was to be summoned as a witness against the prisoner； who asserted his complete innocence。
His mind now became oppressed by the recollection of every misfortune of his past life。 The mortification he had suffered at the ambassador's； and his subsequent troubles； were revived in his memory。 He became utterly inactive。 Destitute of energy； he was cut off from every pursuit and occupation which compose the business of common life； and he became a victim to his own susceptibility； and to his restless passion for the most amiable and beloved of women； whose peace he destroyed。 In this unvarying monotony of existence his days were consumed； and his powers became exhausted without aim or design； until they brought him to a sorrowful end。
A few letters which he left behind； and which we here subjoin； afford the best proofs of his anxiety of mind and of the depth of his passion； as well as of his doubts and struggles； and of his weariness of life。
DECEMBER 1
