rejoice at the thoughts of Salzburg, in the hope that I may again
receive the same kind of present for the minuets which was
bestowed on me at a similar concert. She knows all about it.



36.

Milan, Sept. 21, 1771.

I AM well, God be praised! I can't write much. 1st, I have
nothing to say. 2d, my fingers ache from writing. I often whistle
an air, but no one responds. Only two arias of the Serenata are
still wanting, and then it will be finished. I have no longer any
fancy for Salzburg; I am afraid I might go mad too. [He had heard
that several persons there had lost their reason.]



37.

Milan, Oct. 5, 1771.

I AM in good health, but always sleepy. Papa has snatched from my
pen all that I had to write about, which is, that he has already
written everything. Signora Gabrielli is here, and we are soon
going to see her, as we wish to become acquainted with all
distinguished singers.