In the forest solitude I read Ovid and Virgil until I had memorized them, and recited them aloud, in pathetic tones, for my own amusement.

To-day I recall those weeks in the forest stillness as the happiest, purest, and most beautiful of my life." "And they undoubtedly are," said Goethe, kindly.

"The return to Nature is the return to one's self.

Who will be an able, vigorous man and remain so, must, above all things, live in and with Nature." "But oh! this happy life did not long continue," sighed Moritz.

"My father discovered my retreat, and came with sheriffs and bailiffs to seize me like a criminal--like a wild animal.