Tales from the German, Comprising specimens from the most celebrated authors
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Tales from the German, Comprising specimens from the most celebrated authors
German fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories
We had not kept up any correspondence. I was therefore surprised and
delighted by his first letter which I received in my own comfortable
home. There was no allusion to his former sufferings; all was
forgotten. Time and fortune had transformed my friend into a truly new
being. He wrote to me of his approaching marriage. The most beautiful
girl of the country, young, cheerful, and innocent, had bestowed her
affections upon him; and on the very day on which their vows were
exchanged, he had, after years of fruitless search, discovered the
important document which would complete their nuptial happiness. The
melancholy time, he informed me, had vanished from his mind, his youth
seemed renewed, and now only he began to live. In a week his marriage
was to be celebrated, and he urged me to come and be a witness of his
happiness.
It would have delighted me to have complied with his invitation, had
not my uncle, who lived forty miles distant, and was then lying on his
death-bed, called me from home. The prince, who bitterly hated and
persecuted my friend, had died in the meanwhile, so that, in all human
probability, there was the prospect that every thing ominous, menacing,
and fatal, would fade away and be forgotten, and that spirits of
fortune and delight would henceforth draw my friend’s car of life.
My stay with my uncle, who was dying, was protracted. His sufferings
lasted longer than his physicians had expected, and I was glad that my
presence was so consoling and beneficial to him. After his death, I
had various business to transact, to execute his will, to make
arrangements with the remaining relatives, part of his fortune being
left to me, and to settle all to our mutual satisfaction. As journeys
were required for these matters, nearly eighteen months elapsed before
they were completed. The journeys had carried me far from our
neighbourhood, and I must confess that these circumstances, and the
pressure of business, had almost caused me to forget my friend Francis.
He had not written to me, nor had I heard any thing of him, and I was,
therefore, convinced that it was well with him; that he was married and
happy in his new condition. Being soon after near Switzerland, I made
a tour to that country, and then visited a watering place on the Rhine,
to which my medical adviser had long before recommended inc.
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