length he also traced out his dear Herrman, the most beloved among his youthful friends. Though Hellfried was, at first, angry with him, for having neglected writing to him in the course of so many years; for having omitted to ascertain him of his still being alive; and for his not having answered the letter he had wrote to him many years ago, in order to enquire after his health and happiness; yet he forgot at once all his anger, anticipating the pleasure of pressing him once more to his bosom, and got into his carriage with cheerfulness to hasten to his embraces. After a short and pleasant ride, he hung on Herrman's neck, a gentle tear of joy sparkled in his eye, as he pressed him tenderly to his bosom.
He found his worthy friend a favorite of fortune, blest in the lap of sweet contentment and unadulterated happiness.—A loving wife, who was a tender guardian of his tranquillity, and a careful mother to the pledges of their mutual love, was crowningthe
