少年维特之烦恼(英文版)-第27部分

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efface　the　impression　——　I　feel　you　cannot　hate　the　man　who　so　passionately
loves　you　！〃

　　After　dinner　he　called　his　servant，　desired　him　to　finish　the　packing
up，　destroyed　many　papers，　and　then　went　out　to　pay　some　trifling　debts。
He　soon　returned　home　，　then　went　out　again，　notwithstanding　the　rain，
walked　for　some　time　in　the　count's　garden，　and　afterward　proceeded　farther
into　the　country。　Toward　evening　he　came　back　once　more　，　and　resumed
his　writing。

　　〃Wilhelm，　I　have　for　the　last　time　beheld　the　mountains，　the　forests，
and　the　sky。　Farewell　！　And　you，　my　dearest　mother，　forgive　me　！　Console
her　，　Wilhelm。　God　bless　you　！　I　have　settled　all　my　affairs！　Farewell！
We　shall　meet　again　，　and　be　happier　than　ever。〃

　　〃I　have　requited　you　badly，　Albert　；　but　you　will　forgive　me。　I
have　disturbed　the　peace　of　your　home。　I　have　sowed　distrust　between　you。
Farewell！　I　will　end　all　this　wretchedness。　And　oh　，　that　my　death　may
render　you　happy！　Albert　，　Albert　！　make　that　angel　happy，　and　the
blessing　of　Heaven　be　upon　you！〃

　　He　spent　the　rest　of　the　evening　in　arranging　his　papers：　he　tore
and　burned　a　great　many　；　others　he　sealed　up，　and　directed　to　Wilhelm。
They　contained　some　detached　thoughts　and　maxims，　some　of　which　I　have
perused。　At　ten　o'clock　he　ordered　his　fire　to　be　made　up　，　and　a　bottle
of　wine　to　be　brought　to　him。　He　then　dismissed　his　servant　，　whose　room，
as　well　as　the　apartments　of　the　rest　of　the　family　，　was　situated　in
another　part　of　the　house。　The　servant　lay　down　without　undressing，　that
he　might　be　the　sooner　ready　for　his　journey　in　the　morning　，　his　master
having　informed　him　that　the　post…horses　would　be　at　the　door　before　six
o'clock。

　　〃Past　eleven　o'clock！　All　is　silent　around　me，　and　my　soul　is　calm。
I　thank　thee，　O　God，　that　thou　bestowest　strength　and　courage　upon　me
in　these　last　moments　！　I　approach　the　window，　my　dearest　of　friends
；　and　through　the　clouds　，　which　are　at　this　moment　driven　rapidly　along
by　the　impetuous　winds，　I　behold　the　stars　which　illumine　the　eternal
heavens。　No　，　you　will　not　fall，　celestial　bodies　：　the　hand　of　the
Almighty　supports　both　you　and　me　！　I　have　looked　for　the　last　time　upon
the　constellation　of　the　Greater　Bear　：　it　is　my　favourite　star；　for
when　I　bade　you　farewell　at　night　，　Charlotte，　and　turned　my　steps　from
your　door　，　it　always　shone　upon　me。　With　what　rapture　have　I　at　times
beheld　it　！　How　often　have　I　implored　it　with　uplifted　hands　to　witness
my　felicity　！　and　even　still　——　But　what　object　is　there　，　Charlotte，
which　fails　to　summon　up　your　image　before　me　？　Do　you　not　surround　me
on　all　sides？　and　have　I　not　，　like　a　child　，　treasured　up　every　trifle
which　you　have　consecrated　by　your　touch？　〃Your　profile，　which　was　so
dear　to　me，　I　return　to　you；　and　I　pray　you　to　preserve　it。　Thousands
of　kisses　have　I　imprinted　upon　it，　and　a　thousand　times　has　it　gladdened
my　heart　on　departing　from　and　returning　to　my　home。

　　〃I　have　implored　your　father　to　protect　my　remains。　At　the　corner
of　the　churchyard　，　looking　toward　the　fields，　there　are　two　lime…trees
——　there　I　wish　to　lie。　Your　father　can　，　and　doubtless　will　，　do
this　much　for　his　friend。　Implore　it　of　him。　But　perhaps　pious　Christians
will　not　choose　that　their　bodies　chould　be　buried　near　the　corpse　of
a　poor，　unhappy　wretch　like　me。　Then　let　me　be　laid　in　some　remote　valley，
or　near　the　highway　，　where　the　priest　and　Levite　may　bless　themselves
as　they　pass　by　my　tomb　，　whilst　the　Samaritan　will　shed　a　tear　for　my
fate。

　　〃See，　Charlotte，　I　do　not　shudder　to　take　the　cold　and　fatal　cup，
from　which　I　shall　drink　the　draught　of　death。　Your　hand　presents　it　to
me，　and　I　do　not　tremble。　All，　all　is　now　concluded　：　the　wishes　and
the　hopes　of　my　existence　are　fulfilled。　With　cold，　unflinching　hand
I　knock　at　the　brazen　portals　of　Death。　Oh，　that　I　had　enjoyed　the　bliss
of　dying　for　you！　how　gladly　would　I　have　sacrificed　myself　for　you；
Charlotte　！　And　could　I　but　restore　peace　and　joy　to　your　bosom，　with
what　resolution　，　with　what　joy，　would　I　not　meet　my　fate　！　But　it
is　the　lot　of　only　a　chosen　few　to　shed　their　blood　for　their　friends　，
and　by　their　death　to　augment　，　a　thousand　times　，　the　happiness　of
those　by　whom　they　are　beloved。

　　I　wish，　Charlotte，　to　be　buried　in　the　dress　I　wear　at　present：
it　has　been　rendered　sacred　by　your　touch。　I　have　begged　this　favour　of
your　father。　My　spirit　soars　above　my　sepulchre。　I　do　not　wish　my　pockets
to　be　searched。　The　knot　of　pink　ribbon　which　you　wore　on　your　bosom　the
first　time　I　saw　you，　surrounded　by　the　children　——　Oh　，　kiss　them
a　thousand　times　for　me　，　and　tell　them　the　fate　of　their　unhappy　friend！
I　think　I　see　them　playing　around　me。　The　dear　children　！　How　warmly
have　I　been　attached　to　you　，　Charlotte！　Since　the　first　hour　I　saw
you　，　how　impossible　have　I　found　it　to　leave　you。　This　ribbon　must　be
buried　with　me：　it　was　a　present　from　you　on　my　birthday。　How　confused
it　all　appears！　Little　did　I　then　think　that　I　should　journey　this　road。
But　peace　！　I　pray　you　，　peace！

　　〃They　are　loaded——　the　clock　strikes　twelve。　I　say　amen。　Charlotte，
Charlotte　！　farewell　，　farewell　！〃

　　A　neighbour　saw　the　flash　，　and　heard　the　report　of　the　pistol　；
but　，　as　everything　remained　quiet　，　he　thought　no　more　of　it。

　　In　the　morning，　at　six　o'clock　，　the　servant　went　into　Werther's
room　with　a　candle。　He　found　his　master　stretched　upon　the　floor，　weltering
in　his　blood，　and　the　pistols　at　his　side。　He　called　，　he　took　him　in
his　arms，　but　received　no　answer。　Life　was　not　yet　quite　extinct。　The
servant　ran　for　a　surgeon　，　and　then　went　to　fetch　Albert。　Charlotte
heard　the　ringing　of　the　bell　：　a　cold　shudder　seized　her。　She　wakened
her　husband　，　and　they　both　rose。　The　servant，　bathed　in　tears　faltered
forth　the　dreadful　news。　Charlotte　fell　senseless　at　Albert's　feet。

　　When　the　surgeon　came　to　the　unfortunate　Werther，　he　was　still　lying
on　the　floor；　and　his　pulse　beat　，　but　his　limbs　were　cold。　The　bullet，
entering　the　forehead　，　over　the　right　eye　，　had　penetrated　the　skull。
A　vein　was　opened　in　his　right　arm：　the　blood　came　，　and　he　still　continued
to　breathe。

　　From　the　blood　which　flowed　from　the　chair，　it　could　be　inferred
that　he　had　mitted　the　rash　act　sitting　at　his　bureau，　and　that　he
afterward　fell　upon　the　floor。　He　was　found　lying　on　his　back　near　the
window。　He　was　in　full…dress　costume。

　　The　house　，　the　neighbourhood，　and　the　whole　town　were　immediately
in　motion。　Albert　arrived。　They　had　laid　Werther　on　the　bed：　his　head
was　bound　up，　and　the　paleness　of　death　was　upon　his　face。　His　limbs
were　motionless　；　but　he　still　breathed，　at　one　time　strongly　，　then
weaker——　his　death　was　momently　expected。

　　He　had　drunk　only　one　glass　of　the　wine。　〃Emilia　Galotti〃　lay　open
upon　his　bureau。

　　I　shall　say　nothing　of　Albert's　distress，　or　of　Charlotte's　grief。

　　The　old　steward　hastened　to　the　house　immediately　upon　hearing　the
news：　he　embraced　his　dying　friend　amid　a　flood　of　tears。　His　eldest
boys　soon　followed　him　on　foot。　In　speechless　sorrow　they　threw　themselves
on　their　knees　by　the　bedside　，　and　kissed　his　hands　and　face。　The　eldest，
who　was　his　favourite　，　hung　over　him　till　he　expired；　and　even　then
he　was　removed　by　force。　At　twelve　o'clock　Werther　breathed　his　last。
The　presence　of　the　steward　，　and　the　precautions　he　had　adopted　，　prevented
a　disturbance　；　and　that　night　，　at　the　hour　of　eleven，　he　caused　the
body　to　be　interred　in　the　place　which　Werther　had　selected　for　himself。

　　The　steward　and　his　sons　followed　the　corpse　to　the　grave。　Albert
was　unable　to　acpany　them。　Charlotte's　life　was　despaired　of。　The　body
was　carried　by　labourers。　No　priest　attended。