Time hangs heavy upon my hands. The prince is as gracious to
  me as any one could be， and yet I am not at my ease. There is， indeed，
  nothing in common between us. He is a man of understanding， but quite
  of the ordinary kind. His conversation affords me no more amusement than
  I should derive from the perusal of a well-written book. I shall remain
  here a week Ionger， and then start again on my travels. My drawings are
  the best things I have done since I came here. The prince has a taste
  for the arts， and would improve if his mind were not fettered by cold
  rules and mere technical ideas. I often lose patience ， when ， with
  a glowing imagination ， I am giving expression to art and nature ， he
  interferes with learned suggestions ， and uses at random the technical
  phraseology of artists.
  JULY 16. Once more I am a wanderer， a pilgrim， through the world.
  But what else are you ！
  JULY 18. Whither am I going ？ I will tell you in confidence. I am
  obliged to continue a fortnight longer here ， and then I think it would
  be better for me to visit the mines in——。 But I am only deluding myself
  thus. The fact is ， I wish to be near Charlotte again， that is all.
  I smile at the suggestions of my heart， and obey its dictates.
  JULY 29. No ， no ！ it is yet well all is well ！ I her husband！
  O God ， who gave me being， if thou hadst destined this happiness for
  me， my whole life would have been one continual thanksgiving ！ But I
  will not murmur —— forgive these tears， forgive these fruitless wishes.
  She —— my wife！ Oh ， the very thought of folding that dearest of Heaven's
  creatures in my arms！ Dear Wilhelm ， my whole frame feels convulsed
  when I see Albert put his arms around her slender waist ！
  And shall I avow it ？ Why should I not ， Wilhelm？ She would have
  been happier with me than with him. Albert is not the man to satisfy the
  wishes of such a heart. He wants a certain sensibility； he wants ——
  in short， their hearts do not beat in unison. How often， my dear friend，
  im reading a passage from some interesting book ， when my heart and Charlotte's
  seemed to meet， and in a hundred other instances when our sentiments
  were unfolded by the story of some fictitious character ， have I felt
  that we were made for each other！ But， dear Wilhelm ， he loves her
  with his whole soul ； and what does not such a love deserve？
  I have been interrupted by an insufferable visit. I have dried my
  tears ， and composed my thoughts. Adieu， my best friend ！
  AUGUST 4. I am not alone unfortunate. All men are disappointed in
  their hopes ， and deceived in their expectations. I have paid a visit
  to my good old woman under the lime-trees. The eldest boy ran out to meet
  me： his exclamation of joy brought out his mother， but she had a very
  melancholy look. Her first word was ， "Alas！ dear sir ， my little John
  is dead." He was the youngest of her children. I was silent. "And my husband
  has returned from Switzerland without any money ； and， if some kind
  people had not assisted him ， he must have begged his way home. He was
  taken ill with fever on his journey." I could answer nothing， but made
  the little one a present. She invited me to take some fruit ： I complied，
  and left the place with a sorrowful heart.
  AUGUST 21. My sensations are constantly changing. Sometimes a happy
  prospect opens before me； but alas ！ it is only for a moment； and then，
  when I am lost in reverie ， I cannot help saying to myself ， "If Albert
  were to die ？