general in the service. I communicated my design to him dur- ing one of our walks together. He disapproved of it, and it would have been actual madness not to have listened to his reasons.
ONCE MORE I am a wanderer, a pilgrim, through the world. But what else are you!
SAY WHAT YOU WILL, I can remain here no longer. Why should I remain? 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 con-
versation affords me no more amusement than I should derive from the perusal of a well-written book. I shall remain here a week longer, 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 pa- tience, when, with a glowing imagination, I am giving expres- sion to art and nature, he interferes with learned suggestions, and uses at random the technical phraseology of artists.
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 Char- lotte again, that is all. I smile at the suggestions of my heart, and obey its dictates.
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 fruit- less wishes. She—my wife! Oh, the very thought of folding