quite well--bell. I have to-day a letter--setter, from my papa--
ah-ha, safe in my hands--sands. I hope you also got--trot, my
Mannheim letter--setter. Now for a little sense--pence. The
prelate's seizure--leisure, grieves me much--touch, but he will,
I hope, get well--sell. You write--blight, you will keep--cheap,
your promise to write to me--he-he, to Augsburg soon--spoon.
Well, I shall be very glad--mad. You further write, indeed you
declare, you pretend, you hint, you vow, you explain, you
distinctly say, you long, you wish, you desire, you choose,
command, and point out, you let me know and inform me that I must
send you my portrait soon--moon. Eh, bien! you shall have it
before long--song. Now I wish you good night--tight.

The 5th.--Yesterday I conversed with the illustrious Electress;
and to-morrow, the 6th, I am to play in the gala concert, and
afterwards, by desire of the Princess, in their private
apartments. Now for something rational! I beg of you--why not?--I
beg of you, my very dear cousin--why not?--when you write to
Madame Tavernier in Munich, to convey a message from me to the
two Demoiselles Freysinger--why not? odd enough! but why not?--
and I humbly ask pardon of Madlle. Josepha--I mean the youngest,
and pray why not? why should I not ask her pardon? strange! but I
don't know why I should not, so I do ask her pardon very humbly--
for not having yet sent the sonata I promised her, but I mean to
do so as soon as possible. Why not? I don't know why not. I can
now write no more--which makes my heart sore. To all my kind
friends much love--dove. Addio! Your old young, till death--
breath,

WOLFGANG AMADE ROSENCRANZ.