1 Yet, as I drew nearer home, grief and fear again overcame me.
2 You will find a happy, cheerful home and friends who love you dearly.
3 Thus I returned home, and entering the house, presented myself to the family.
4 The saintly soul of Elizabeth shone like a shrine-dedicated lamp in our peaceful home.
5 He was conveyed home, and the anguish that was visible in my countenance betrayed the secret to Elizabeth.
6 Accordingly, a few months after your departure for Ingolstadt, Justine was called home by her repentant mother.
7 When I returned home my first care was to procure the whole works of this author, and afterwards of Paracelsus and Albertus Magnus.
8 Before, I had only imagined the wretchedness of my desolated home; the reality came on me as a new, and a not less terrible, disaster.
9 Nothing could equal my delight on seeing Clerval; his presence brought back to my thoughts my father, Elizabeth, and all those scenes of home so dear to my recollection.
10 I had often, when at home, thought it hard to remain during my youth cooped up in one place and had longed to enter the world and take my station among other human beings.
11 I returned home not disappointed, for I have said that I had long considered those authors useless whom the professor reprobated; but I returned not at all the more inclined to recur to these studies in any shape.
12 One night during my accustomed visit to the neighbouring wood where I collected my own food and brought home firing for my protectors, I found on the ground a leathern portmanteau containing several articles of dress and some books.
13 It was during an access of this kind that I suddenly left my home, and bending my steps towards the near Alpine valleys, sought in the magnificence, the eternity of such scenes, to forget myself and my ephemeral, because human, sorrows.
14 I found that the youth spent a great part of each day in collecting wood for the family fire, and during the night I often took his tools, the use of which I quickly discovered, and brought home firing sufficient for the consumption of several days.
15 Before, I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice that I read in books or heard from others as tales of ancient days or imaginary evils; at least they were remote and more familiar to reason than to the imagination; but now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.