The Prose Writings of Heinrich Heine

CHAPTER I.

She was lovable, and he loved her. But he was not lovable, and she did not love him.--_Old Play._

Madame, do you know the old play? It is quite an extraordinary play, only a little too melancholy. I once played the leading part in it myself, so that all the ladies wept; only one did not weep, not even a single tear, and that was the point of the play, the whole cata...