In diesem Jahre wandelte auch her Deuvel offentlich auf denStrassen von Berlin.——
Haftit Microc. Berol. p. 1043.
In that yeare, the Deville was alsoe seene walking publiclie on thestreetes of Berline.——
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Who is there, over the wide world, who has not, at one period oranother, in a more or less degree, felt the mysterious influences oflove?—Whoever thou art, then, courteous reader, who shalt, after thelapse of years, turn over these papers, recall, I beseech you, torecollection that noontide interval of dazzling brightness—contemplateonce more that beautiful image, which came, like an impersonization ofthe abstract spirit of love, from divine regions, to meet you.
At that time, it was through her,—through her alone, that thouseemed'st assured of thine own existence! Canst thou not yet remember,how the rushing streams, the waving trees, and the balmy winds ofevening, spoke to thee, in articulate and intelligible accents, of her,and of the prevailing passion which possessed thy whole heart andsoul?—Canst thou yet behold how the flowers unfolded their brightbeaming eyes, bearing to thine from her kisses and salutation?
Yet, suppose that she herself had actually come—that she vowed to bethine, and thine only—to live for thee alone—then didst thou fold herin thy embraces, and it seemed as if Heaven opened its eternal realms toreceive you—as if thou could'st raise thyself with her above all thepetty sorrows or enjoyments of this every-day and earthly sphere. Yetscarcely hadst thou formed such hopes ere she was lost! The blandillusion was broken. No longer could'st thou hear the music of hercelestial voice; and only the sorrowful complaints of the despairing andforsaken lover sounded amid the desolate loneliness!
If then, reader, to me unknown!—if thou hast ever been persecuted bysuch a destiny, join, then, and sympathize wi