CONSEQUENCE OF CANDIDE'S MISFORTUNE—HOW HE
FOUND HIS MISTRESS AGAIN—THE FORTUNE THAT
HAPPENED TO HIM.
"O PANGLOSS," said Candide, "what a pity it is you perished so miserably ! You have been witness only to a part of my misfortunes; and I had hoped to prevail on you to forsake the ill-founded opinion which you maintained to your last breath. No man ever suffered greater calamities than I have done; but there is not a single individual who has not cursed his existence, as the daughter of Pope Urban warmly expressed herself. What will become of me, my dear Cacambo?" "Faith, I cannot tell," said Cacambo; "all I know is, that I will not forsake you." "But Miss Cunegund has forsaken me," said Candide. "Alas! a wife is of far less value than a menial servant who is a true friend."
Candide and Cacambo discoursed thus in the black hole. From there they were taken out to be carried back to Copenhagen. It was there that our philosopher was to know his doom: he expected it to be dreadful, and our readers, doubtless, expect so, too; but Candide was mistaken, as our readers will be, likewise. It was at Copenhagen that happiness waited to crown all his sufferings: he was hardly arrived, when he understood that Wolhall was dead. This barbarian had no one to regret him, while everybody interested themselves in Candide. His