I heard her it was only her third appearance on the stage. She
has a fine voice, not powerful, though by no means weak, very
pure, and a good intonation. Her instructor is Valesi; and her
style of singing shows that her master knows how to sing as well
as how to teach. When she sustains her voice for a couple of
bars, I am quite surprised at the beauty of her crescendo and
decrescendo. She as yet takes her shakes slowly, and this I
highly approve of, for it will be all the more pure and clear if
she ever wishes to take it quicker; besides, it is easier when
quick. She is a great favorite with the people here, and with me.

Mamma was in the pit; she went as early as half-past four o'clock
to get a place. I, however, did not go till half-past six
o'clock, for I can go to any box I please, being pretty well
known. I was in the Brancas' box; I looked at Keiserin with my
opera-glass, and at times she drew tears from my eyes. I often
called out bravo, bravissimo, for I always remembered that it was
only her third appearance. The piece was Das Fischermadchen, a
very good translation of Piccini's opera, with his music. As yet
they have no original pieces, but are now anxious soon to give a
German opera seria, and a strong wish prevails that I should
compose it. The aforesaid Professor Huber is one of those who
wish this. I shall now go to bed, for I can sit up no longer. It
is just ten o'clock. Baron Rumling lately paid me the following
compliment: "The theatre is my delight--good actors and
actresses, good singers, and a clever composer, such as
yourself." This is indeed only talk, and words are not of much
value, but he never before spoke to me in this way.

I write this on the 3d of October. To-morrow the court departs,