In the afternoon I saw him, and stammered out my thanks to him; from this time forth our souls were one." They were betrothed long before their means would permit them to marry; but at length they were united.

"We were married," says Caroline, the wife, "by the rose-light of a beautiful evening.

We were one heart, one soul." Herder was equally ecstatic in his language.

"I have a wife," he wrote to Jacobi, "that is the tree, the consolation, and the happiness of my life.

Even in flying transient thoughts [20which often surprise us], we are one!" Take, again, the case of Fichte, in whose history his courtship and marriage form a beautiful episode.