SEPTEMBER 10.

Oh, what a night, Wilhelm! I can henceforth bear anything. I shall never see her again. Oh, why cannot I fall on your neck, and, with floods of tears and raptures, give utterance to all the passions which distract my heart! Here I sit gasping for breath, and struggling to compose myself. I wait for day, and at sunrise the horses are to be at the door.

And she is sleeping calmly, little suspecting that she has seen me for the last time. I am free. I have had the courage, in an interview of two hours’ duration, not to betray my intention. And O Wilhelm, what a conversation it was!

Albert had promised to come to Lotte in the garden immediately after supper. I was upon the terrace under the tall chestnut trees, and watched the setting sun. I saw him sink for the last time beneath this delightful valley and silent stream. I had often visited the same spot with Lotte, and witnessed that glorious sight; and now—I was walking up and down the very avenue which was so dear to me. A secret sympathy had frequently drawn me thither before I knew Lotte; and we were delighted when, in our early acquaintance, we discovered that we each loved the same spot, which is indeed as romantic as any that ever captivated the fancy of an artist.

From beneath the chestnut trees, there is an extensive view. But I remember that I have mentioned all this in a former letter, and have described the tall mass of beech trees at the end, and how the avenue grows darker and darker as it winds its way among them, till it ends in a gloomy recess, which has all the charm of a mysterious solitude. I still remember the strange feeling of melancholy which came over me the first time I entered that dark retreat, at bright midday. I felt some secret foreboding that it would, one day, be to me the scene of some happiness or misery.

I had spent half an hour struggling between the contending thoughts of going and returning, when I heard them coming up the terrace. I ran to meet them. I trembled as I took her hand, and kissed it. As we reached the top of the terrace, the moon rose from behind the wooded hill. We conversed on many subjects, and, without perceiving it, approached the gloomy recess. Lotte entered, and sat down. Albert seated himself beside her. I did the same, but my agitation did not suffer me to remain long seated. I got up, and stood before her, then walked backward and forward, and sat down again. I was restless and miserable. Lotte drew our attention to the beautiful effect of the moonlight, which threw a silver hue over the terrace in front of us, beyond the beech trees. It was a glorious sight, and was rendered more striking by the darkness which surrounded the spot where we were. We remained for some time silent, when Lotte observed, “Whenever I walk by moonlight, it brings to my remembrance all my beloved and departed friends, and I am filled with thoughts of death and futurity. We shall live again, Werther!” she continued, with a firm but feeling voice; “but shall we know one another again what do you think? what do you say?”

“Lotte,” I said, as I took her hand in mine, and my eyes filled with tears, “we shall see each other again—here and hereafter we shall meet again.” I could say no more. Why, Wilhelm, should she put this question to me, just at the moment when the fear of our cruel separation filled my heart?

“And oh! do those departed ones know how we are employed here? do they know when we are well and happy? do they know when we recall their memories with the fondest love? In the silent hour of evening the shade of my mother hovers around me; when seated in the midst of my children, I see them assembled near me, as they used to assemble near her; and then I raise my anxious eyes to heaven, and wish she could look down upon us, and witness how I fulfil the promise I made to her in her last moments, to be a mother to her children. With what emotion do I then exclaim, ‘Pardon, dearest of mothers, pardon me, if I do not adequately supply your place! Alas! I do my utmost. They are clothed and fed; and, still better, they are loved and educated. Could you but see, sweet saint! the peace and harmony that dwells amongst us, you would glorify God with the warmest feelings of gratitude, to whom, in your last hour, you addressed such fervent prayers for our happiness.’” Thus did she express herself; but O Wilhelm! who can do justice to her language? how can cold and passionless words convey the heavenly expressions of the spirit? Albert interrupted her gently. “This affects you too deeply, my dear Lotte. I know your soul dwells on such recollections with intense delight; but I implore—” “O Albert!” she continued, “I am sure you do not forget the evenings when we three used to sit at the little round table, when papa was absent, and the little ones had retired. You often had a good book with you, but seldom read it; the conversation of that noble being was preferable to everything,—that beautiful, bright, gentle, and yet ever-toiling woman. God alone knows how I have supplicated with tears on my nightly couch, that I might be like her.”

I threw myself at her feet, and, seizing her hand, bedewed it with a thousand tears. “Lotte!” I exclaimed, “God’s blessing and your mother’s spirit are upon you.” “Oh! that you had known her,” she said, with a warm pressure of the hand. “She was worthy of being known to you.” I thought I should have fainted: never had I received praise so flattering. She continued, “And yet she was doomed to die in the flower of her youth, when her youngest child was scarcely six months old. Her illness was but short, but she was calm and resigned; and it was only for her children, especially the youngest, that she felt unhappy. When her end drew nigh, she bade me bring them to her. I obeyed. The younger ones knew nothing of their approaching loss, while the elder ones were quite overcome with grief. They stood around the bed; and she raised her feeble hands to heaven, and prayed over them; then, kissing them in turn, she dismissed them, and said to me, ‘Be you a mother to them.’ I gave her my hand. ‘You are promising much, my child,’ she said: ‘a mother’s fondness and a mother’s care! I have often witnessed, by your tears of gratitude, that you know what is a mother’s tenderness: show it to your brothers and sisters, and be dutiful and faithful to your father as a wife; you will be his comfort.’ She inquired for him. He had retired to conceal his intolerable anguish,—he was heartbroken, “Albert, you were in the room. She heard some one moving: she inquired who it was, and desired you to approach. She surveyed us both with a look of composure and satisfaction, expressive of her conviction that we should be happy,—happy with one another.” Albert fell upon her neck, and kissed her, and exclaimed, “We are so, and we shall be so!” Even Albert, generally so tranquil, had quite lost his composure; and I was excited beyond expression.

“And such a being,” She continued, “was to leave us, Werther! Great God, must we thus part with everything we hold dear in this world? Nobody felt this more acutely than the children: they cried and lamented for a long time afterward, complaining that men had carried away their dear mamma.”

Lotte rose. It aroused me; but I continued sitting, and held her hand. “Let us go,” she said: “it grows late.” She attempted to withdraw her hand: I held it still. “We shall see each other again,” I exclaimed: “we shall recognise each other under every possible change! I am going,” I continued, “going willingly; but, should I say for ever, perhaps I may not keep my word. Adieu, Lotte; adieu, Albert. We shall meet again.” “Yes: tomorrow, I think,” she answered with a smile. Tomorrow! how I felt the word! Ah! she little thought, when she drew her hand away from mine. They walked down the avenue. I stood gazing after them in the moonlight. I threw myself upon the ground, and wept: I then sprang up, and ran out upon the terrace, and saw, under the shade of the linden-trees, her white dress disappearing near the garden-gate. I stretched out my arms, and she vanished.

九月十日

那是怎样一个夜晚哟，威廉！现在我一切都可以克服了。我不会再见到她！此刻，我恨不得扑到你怀里，痛痛快快地哭一场，向你倾吐我激动的情怀，我的好友！我坐在这儿，为使自己平静下来而一口一口地吸着长气，同时期待着黎明快快来到；太阳一出，我的马匹就备好了。

唉，她会睡得很安稳，不会想到再也见不着我了。我终于坚强起来，离开了她，在两个小时的交谈中丝毫不曾泄露自己走的打算。上帝呵，那是怎样一次谈话啊！

阿尔伯特答应我，一吃完晚饭就和绿蒂一起到花园里来。我站在高高的栗子树下的土坡上，最后一次目送着夕阳西下，沉落到幽静的山谷和平缓的河流背后去。我曾多少次和她一起站在这儿，欣赏着同一幕壮丽景色呵；然而现在……

我在那条十分熟悉的林荫道上来回踱着；早在认识绿蒂以前，这条路便对我产生了某种神秘的吸引力，使我经常在此驻足；后来，在我俩认识之初，我们便发现彼此对这个地方都有着相同的爱好，当时的欣喜之情简直难以言说。这条林荫道，的确是我见过的一件最富浪漫情调的艺术杰作。

你一直要走到栗子树间，眼前才会豁然开朗。——啊，我想起了，我已经对你描写过许多次，告诉你那些高耸的山毛榉树怎样像墙一般把人围在中间，那林荫道怎样被两旁的小丛林遮挡着，显得越发幽暗，直到最后成为一个与世隔绝的小天地，寂静凄清，令人悚然。我还清楚记得第一次在正午走进去时的奇异心境；我当时隐隐约约预感到，这将是一个既让人尝到许多幸福，又让人体验无数痛苦的所在。

我怀着令人销魂的离情别绪，在那儿沉思了约莫半个小时，便听见他们从土坡下走来了。我跑上前去，在拉住她的手时不由一怔，但还是吻了吻。我们再登上土坡时，月亮也刚好从树影森森的山岗后面升了起来。我们谈着各种各样的事情，不觉已走到黑魆魆的凉亭前面。绿蒂跨进去坐下来，阿尔伯特坐在她身边，我也一样。然而，内心的不安叫我没法久坐。便站起身，走到她跟前，在那儿踱了一会儿，最后又重新坐下，那情形可真令人难受啊。这当儿，她让我们注意到美丽的月光，只见在我们面前的山毛榉树墙的尽头，整个土坡都被照得雪亮，加之是被包围在一片深邃的幽静中，那景象就更加鲜明悦目。我们全都沉默无语，过了好一阵她才又开口道：

“每当在月光下散步，我总不免想起自己已故的亲人，对死和未来的恐惧就一定会来袭扰我。我们都一定会死啊！”她声音激动地继续说，“可是维特，你说我们死后还会不会再见呢？见着了还能相互认识么？你的预感怎么样？你能说些什么？”

“绿蒂，”我说，同时把手伸给她，眼里噙满了泪水，“我们会再见的！在这儿和那儿都会再见！”

我讲不下去了。在我满怀离愁的时刻，威廉，难道她非这么问不可么！

“我们已故的亲人，”她继续问，“他们是否还记得我们呢？他们能不能感觉到，我们在幸福的时刻，总是怀着热爱想念他们呢？常常，在静静的夜晚，我坐在弟妹中间，像当年母亲坐在她的孩子们中间一样，孩子们围着我，像当年围着他们的母亲一样，这时候，我面前每每就会浮现出我母亲的形象。我呢，眼含渴慕的热泪，仰望空中，希望她能哪怕只看我一眼，看看我是如何信守在她临终时对她许下的诺言，代替她做孩子们的母亲的。我激动得几乎喊出声来：‘原谅我吧，亲爱的妈妈，要是我没能像您那样无微不至地关怀他们。唉，我已经做了能做的一切，照顾他们穿衣，照顾他们的饮食，更重要的，还保护他们，爱他们。亲爱的神圣的妈妈呀，你要能见到我们多么和睦就好了！你将怀着最热烈的感激之情赞美上帝，赞美你曾以临终的痛苦泪水，祈求他保佑你的孩子们的主……”

她这么讲啊讲啊，威廉！谁能够把她讲的都复述出来呢？这冷漠的、死的文字，怎能表达那灵智的精髓呵！

阿尔伯特温柔地打断她：

“你太激动了，亲爱的绿蒂！我知道，你心里老惦着这件事，不过我求你……”

“呵，阿尔伯特，”她说，“我知道你不会忘记那些个晚上，当时爸爸出门去了，孩子们已被打发上了床，我俩一块儿坐在那张小小的圆桌旁边，你手头常常捏着一本书，但却很难得读一读；要知道在这个世界上，有什么比和这个美丽的灵魂进行交流更重要呢？她是位秀丽、温柔、快活而不知疲倦的妇女。上帝知道，我多么经常流着热泪跪在自己床上，乞求他让我变成像她一样！”

“绿蒂！”我叫着，同时扑倒在她跟前，抓住她的手，眼泪簌簌滴到了她的手上，“绿蒂呵，上帝时刻保佑着你，还有你母亲在天之灵也保佑着你！”

“唉，你要是认识她就好了，”绿蒂紧握着我的手，说，“她值得你认识哪！”——听到这话，我自觉飘飘然起来；在此之前，我还从未受过更崇高，更可引以自豪的称赞哩。——她继续说：“可这样一位妇女，却不得不正当盛年就离开人世。那时候，她最小的儿子才六个月啊！她没有病多久，死的时候平静而安详，只有她的孩子们令她心疼，特别是最小的儿子。弥留之际，她对我讲：‘把他们给我领来吧。’我就把孩子们领进房去，小的几个还懵懵懂懂，大的几个也不知所措，全围着病榻站着。她举起手来为他们祝福，挨个儿吻了他们，然后便打发他们出去，一边却对我讲：‘你要做他们的母亲呵！’——我向她起了誓——‘你答应了像母亲似的关心他们，照料他们，这个担子可不轻呀，我的女儿！我自己经常从你感激的泪水看出，你已体会到做个母亲多么不易。对于你的弟妹，你要有母亲的慈爱；对于你的父亲，你要有妻子似的忠实与柔顺，并且成为他的安慰。她问父亲在哪儿。父亲为了不让我们看见他难以忍受的悲痛，已一个人出去；这男子汉也是肝肠寸断了啊。

“阿尔伯特，你当时也在房中。她见有人走动，便问是谁，并要求你走过去。她凝视着你和我，目光安详，流露出感到欣慰的神气，因为她知道我俩将在一起，幸福地在一起。”

阿尔伯特一把搂住绿蒂的脖子，吻她，吻了又嚷：

“我们现在是幸福的！将来也会幸福！”

冷静的阿尔伯特一时间竟失去了自制，我更完全忘乎所以。

“维特呵，”她又继续讲，“上帝却让这样一位夫人离开了人世！我有时想，当我们眼看自己生命中最亲爱的人被夺走时，没有谁的感受比孩子们更痛切的了。后来，我的弟妹很久很久还在对人诉说，是一些穿黑衣的男人把妈妈给抬走啦！”

她站起身来，我才恍如大梦初醒，同时深为震惊，因此仍呆坐在那儿，握着她的手。

“咱们走吧，”她说，“时候不早了。”她想缩回手去，我却握得更紧。

“我们会再见的，”我叫道，“我们会再相聚，不论将来变成什么样子，都能彼此认出来的。我要走了，心甘情愿地走了，”我继续说，“可要我说永远离开你们，我却无此毅力。保重吧，绿蒂！保重吧，阿尔伯特！我们会再见的！”

“我想就在明天吧。”她开玩笑说。

天哪！这个“明天”多够我受！可她在抽回手去时，还压根儿不知道哩……

他俩走出了林荫道；我仍呆呆立着，目送着他们在月光下的背影，随后却扑倒在地上，痛哭失声，一会儿又一跃而起，奔上土坡，从那儿，还看见她的白色衣裙，在高高的菩提树下的阴影里闪动，可等我再伸出手去时，她的倩影已消失在园门中。