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The Sorrows of Werter

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe


May 5.

I SET out tomorrow; and as my native place is but six miles out of the great road, I have a mind to see it, and call back to remembrance the happy dreams of my childhood. I shall go in at the same gate which I came through with my mother, when, after my father's death, she left that delightful retreat to immure herself {137} in your melancholy town. Adieu, my dear friend. You shall hear of my expedition.