the sorrows of young werther(少年维特的烦恼)-第6章
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circle; and; when the company had sat down in compliance with her
request; she forthwith proposed a round game。
I noticed some of the company prepare their mouths and draw
themselves up at the prospect of some agreeable forfeit。 〃Let us
play at counting;〃 said Charlotte。 〃Now; pay attention: I shall
go round the circle from right to left; and each person is to count;
one after the other; the number that comes to him; and must count
fast; whoever stops or mistakes is to have a box on the ear; and
so on; till we have counted a thousand。〃 It was delightful to see
the fun。 She went round the circle with upraised arm。 〃One;〃
said the first; 〃two;〃 the second; 〃three;〃 the third; and so on;
till Charlotte went faster and faster。 One made a mistake; instantly
a box on the ear; and; amid the laughter that ensued; came another
box; and so on; faster and faster。 I myself came in for two。 I
fancied they were harder than the rest; and felt quite delighted。
A general laughter and confusion put an end to the game long before
we had counted as far as a thousand。 The party broke up into
little separate knots: the storm had ceased; and I followed Charlotte
into the ballroom。 On the way she said; 〃The game banished their
fears of the storm。〃 I could make no reply。 〃I myself;〃 she
continued; 〃was as much frightened as any of them; but by affecting
courage; to keep up the spirits of the others; I forgot my
apprehensions。〃 We went to the window。 It was still thundering
at a distance: a soft rain was pouring down over the country;
and filled the air around us with delicious odours。 Charlotte
leaned forward on her arm; her eyes wandered over the scene; she
raised them to the sky; and then turned them upon me; they were
moistened with tears; she placed her hand on mine and said;
〃Klopstock!〃 at once I remembered the magnificent ode which was
in her thoughts: I felt oppressed with the weight of my sensations;
and sank under them。 It was more than I could bear。 I bent over
her hand; kissed it in a stream of delicious tears; and again
looked up to her eyes。 Divine Klopstock! why didst thou not see
thy apotheosis in those eyes? And thy name so often profaned;
would that I never heard it repeated!
JUNE 19。
I no longer remember where I stopped in my narrative: I only know
it was two in the morning when I went to bed; and if you had been
with me; that I might have talked instead of writing to you; I
should; in all probability; have kept you up till daylight。
I think I have not yet related what happened as we rode home from
the ball; nor have I time to tell you now。 It was a most magnificent
sunrise: the whole country was refreshed; and the rain fell drop
by drop from the trees in the forest。 Our companions were asleep。
Charlotte asked me if I did not wish to sleep also; and begged of
me not to make any ceremony on her account。 Looking steadfastly
at her; I answered; 〃As long as I see those eyes open; there is
no fear of my falling asleep。〃 We both continued awake till we
reached her door。 The maid opened it softly; and assured her; in
answer to her inquiries; that her father and the children were
well; and still sleeping。 I left her asking permission to visit
her in the course of the day。 She consented; and I went; and;
since that time; sun; moon; and stars may pursue their course: I
know not whether it is day or night; the whole world is nothing
to me。
JUNE 21。
My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect; and;
whatever be my fate hereafter; I can never say that I have not
tasted joy; the purest joy of life。 You know Walheim。 I am
now completely settled there。 In that spot I am only half a league
from Charlotte; and there I enjoy myself; and taste all the pleasure
which can fall to the lot of man。
Little did I imagine; when I selected Walheim for my pedestrian
excursions; that all heaven lay so near it。 How often in my
wanderings from the hillside or from the meadows across the river;
have I beheld this hunting…lodge; which now contains within it all
the joy of my heart!
I have often; my dear Wilhelm; reflected on the eagerness men feel
to wander and make new discoveries; and upon that secret impulse
which afterward inclines them to return to their narrow circle;
conform to the laws of custom; and embarrass themselves no longer
with what passes around them。
It is so strange how; when I came here first; and gazed upon that
lovely valley from the hillside; I felt charmed with the entire
scene surrounding me。 The little wood opposite how delightful
to sit under its shade! How fine the view from that point of
rock! Then; that delightful chain of hills; and the exquisite
valleys at their feet! Could I but wander and lose myself amongst
them! I went; and returned without finding what I wished。 Distance;
my friend; is like futurity。 A dim vastness is spread before our
souls: the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our
vision; and we desire earnestly to surrender up our whole being;
that it may be filled with the complete and perfect bliss of one
glorious emotion。 But alas! when we have attained our object;
when the distant there becomes the present here; all is changed:
we are as poor and circumscribed as ever; and our souls still
languish for unattainable happiness。
So does the restless traveller pant for his native soil; and find
in his own cottage; in the arms of his wife; in the affections of
his children; and in the labour necessary for their support; that
happiness which he had sought in vain through the wide world。
When; in the morning at sunrise; I go out to Walheim; and with my
own hands gather in the garden the pease which are to serve for
my dinner; when I sit down to shell them; and read my Homer during
the intervals; and then; selecting a saucepan from the kitchen;
fetch my own butter; put my mess on the fire; cover it up; and sit
down to stir it as occasion requires; I figure to myself the
illustrious suitors of Penelope; killing; dressing; and preparing
their own oxen and swine。 Nothing fills me with a more pure and
genuine sense of happiness than those traits of patriarchal life
which; thank Heaven! I can imitate without affectation。 Happy is
it; indeed; for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same
simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered
with food of his own rearing; and who not only enjoys his meal; but
remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he
planted it; the soft evenings when he watered it; and the pleasure
he experienced in watching its daily growth。
JUNE 29。
The day before yesterday; the physician came from the town to pay
a visit to the judge。 He found me on the floor playing with
Charlotte's children。 Some of them were scrambling over me; and
others romped with me; and; as I caught and tickled them; they
made a great noise。 The doctor is a formal sort of personage: he
adjusts the plaits of his ruffles; and continually settles his
frill whilst he is talking to you; and he thought my conduct beneath
the dignity of a sensible man。 I could perceive this by his
countenance。 But I did not suffer myself to be disturbed。 I
allowed him to continue his wise conversation; whilst I rebuilt
the children's card houses for them as fast as they threw them
down。 He went about the town afterward; complaining that the
judge's children were spoiled enough before; but that now Werther
was completely ruining them。
Yes; my dear Wilhelm; nothing on this earth affects my heart so
much as children。 When I look on at their doings; when I mark in
the little creatures the seeds of all those virtues and qualities
which they will one day find so indispensable; when I behold in
the obstinate all the future firmness and constancy of a noble
character; in the capricious; that levity and gaiety of temper
which will carry them lightly over the dangers and troubles of
life; their whole nature simple and unpolluted; then I call
to mind the golden words of the Great Teacher of mankind; 〃Unless
ye become like one of these!〃 And now; my friend; these children;
who are our equals; whom we ou