writing." Addio! Pray to God that my opera may be successful. I
am your brother,

W. M.,

whose fingers are weary from writing.



28.

Milan, Dec. 1, 1770.

DEAREST SISTER,--

As it is so long since I wrote to you, I thought that I might
perhaps pacify your just wrath and indignation by these lines. I
have now a great deal to work at, and to write for my opera. I
trust all will go well, with the help of God. Addio! As ever,
your faithful brother,

WOLFGANG MOZART.



29.

MY DARLING SISTER,--

It is long since I have written to you, having been so much