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Henry
rejoiced
in
my
gaiety
,
and
sincerely
sympathised
in
my
feelings
:
he
exerted
himself
to
amuse
me
,
while
he
expressed
the
sensations
that
filled
his
soul
.
The
resources
of
his
mind
on
this
occasion
were
truly
astonishing
:
his
conversation
was
full
of
imagination
;
and
very
often
,
in
imitation
of
the
Persian
and
Arabic
writers
,
he
invented
tales
of
wonderful
fancy
and
passion
.
At
other
times
he
repeated
my
favourite
poems
,
or
drew
me
out
into
arguments
,
which
he
supported
with
great
ingenuity
.
We
returned
to
our
college
on
a
Sunday
afternoon
:
the
peasants
were
dancing
,
and
every
one
we
met
appeared
gay
and
happy
.
My
own
spirits
were
high
,
and
I
bounded
along
with
feelings
of
unbridled
joy
and
hilarity
.
On
my
return
,
I
found
the
following
letter
from
my
father
:
--
"
My
dear
Victor
,
"
You
have
probably
waited
impatiently
for
a
letter
to
fix
the
date
of
your
return
to
us
;
and
I
was
at
first
tempted
to
write
only
a
few
lines
,
merely
mentioning
the
day
on
which
I
should
expect
you
.
But
that
would
be
a
cruel
kindness
,
and
I
dare
not
do
it
.
What
would
be
your
surprise
,
my
son
,
when
you
expected
a
happy
and
glad
welcome
,
to
behold
,
on
the
contrary
,
tears
and
wretchedness
?
And
how
,
Victor
,
can
I
relate
our
misfortune
?
Absence
can
not
have
rendered
you
callous
to
our
joys
and
griefs
;
and
how
shall
I
inflict
pain
on
my
long
absent
son
?
I
wish
to
prepare
you
for
the
woeful
news
,
but
I
know
it
is
impossible
;
even
now
your
eye
skims
over
the
page
to
seek
the
words
which
are
to
convey
to
you
the
horrible
tidings
.
"
William
is
dead
!
--
that
sweet
child
,
whose
smiles
delighted
and
warmed
my
heart
,
who
was
so
gentle
,
yet
so
gay
!
Victor
,
he
is
murdered
!
"
I
will
not
attempt
to
console
you
;
but
will
simply
relate
the
circumstances
of
the
transaction
.
"
Last
Thursday
(
May
7th
)
,
I
,
my
niece
,
and
your
two
brothers
,
went
to
walk
in
Plainpalais
.
The
evening
was
warm
and
serene
,
and
we
prolonged
our
walk
farther
than
usual
.
It
was
already
dusk
before
we
thought
of
returning
;
and
then
we
discovered
that
William
and
Ernest
,
who
had
gone
on
before
,
were
not
to
be
found
.
We
accordingly
rested
on
a
seat
until
they
should
return
.
Presently
Ernest
came
,
and
enquired
if
we
had
seen
his
brother
;
he
said
,
that
he
had
been
playing
with
him
,
that
William
had
run
away
to
hide
himself
,
and
that
he
vainly
sought
for
him
,
and
afterwards
waited
for
a
long
time
,
but
that
he
did
not
return
.
"
This
account
rather
alarmed
us
,
and
we
continued
to
search
for
him
until
night
fell
,
when
Elizabeth
conjectured
that
he
might
have
returned
to
the
house
.
He
was
not
there
.
We
returned
again
,
with
torches
;
for
I
could
not
rest
,
when
I
thought
that
my
sweet
boy
had
lost
himself
,
and
was
exposed
to
all
the
damps
and
dews
of
night
;
Elizabeth
also
suffered
extreme
anguish
.
About
five
in
the
morning
I
discovered
my
lovely
boy
,
whom
the
night
before
I
had
seen
blooming
and
active
in
health
,
stretched
on
the
grass
livid
and
motionless
;
the
print
of
the
murder
's
finger
was
on
his
neck
.
"
He
was
conveyed
home
,
and
the
anguish
that
was
visible
in
my
countenance
betrayed
the
secret
to
Elizabeth
.
She
was
very
earnest
to
see
the
corpse
.
At
first
I
attempted
to
prevent
her
but
she
persisted
,
and
entering
the
room
where
it
lay
,
hastily
examined
the
neck
of
the
victim
,
and
clasping
her
hands
exclaimed
,
'
O
God
!
I
have
murdered
my
darling
child
!
'
"
She
fainted
,
and
was
restored
with
extreme
difficulty
.
When
she
again
lived
,
it
was
only
to
weep
and
sigh
.
She
told
me
,
that
that
same
evening
William
had
teased
her
to
let
him
wear
a
very
valuable
miniature
that
she
possessed
of
your
mother
.
This
picture
is
gone
,
and
was
doubtless
the
temptation
which
urged
the
murderer
to
the
deed
.
We
have
no
trace
of
him
at
present
,
although
our
exertions
to
discover
him
are
unremitted
;
but
they
will
not
restore
my
beloved
William
!
