forenoon he gave a lesson on the violin to the youngest son,
Carl, and I chanced to come in at the time, I never gave him
credit for much talent, but I saw that he took great pains in
giving his lesson; and when we entered into conversation about
violin, concert, and orchestral playing, he reasoned very well,
and was always of my opinion, so I retracted my former sentiments
with regard to him, and was persuaded that I should find him play
well in time, and a correct violinist in the orchestra. I,
therefore, invited him to be so kind as to attend our little
music rehearsal that afternoon. We played, first of all, the two
quintets of Haydn, but to my dismay I could scarcely hear
Dubreil, who could not play four continuous bars without a
mistake. He could never find the positions, and he was no good
friend to the sospirs [short pauses]. The only good thing was
that he spoke politely and praised the quintets; otherwise--As it
was, I said nothing to him, but he kept constantly saying
himself, "I beg your pardon, but really I am out again! the thing
is puzzling, but fine!" I invariably replied, "It does not in the
least signify; we are only among ourselves." I then played the
concertos in C, in B, and in E flat, and after that a trio of
mine. This was finely accompanied, truly! In the adagio I was
obliged to play six bars of his part. As a finale, I played my
last divertimento in B; they all pricked up their ears. I played
as if I had been the greatest violin-player in all Europe.

The Sunday after, at three o'clock, we were at a certain Herr von
Hamm's. The Bishop of Chiemsee set off to-day for Salzburg. N.
B.--I send my sister, by him, "6 duetti a clavicembalo e
violino," by Schuster. I have often played them here; they are by
no means bad. If I remain long enough, I intend to compose six in