this style, for it is much liked here.



64.

Munich, Oct. 11, 1777.

WHY have I not as yet written anything about Misliweczeck? [See
No. 43.] Because I was only too glad not to think of him; for
when he is spoken of I invariably hear how highly he praises me,
and what a kind and true friend he is of mine; but then follow
pity and lamentation. He was described to me, and deeply was I
distressed. How could I bear that Misliweczeck, my intimate
friend, should be in the same town, nay, even in the same
corner of the world with me, and neither see him nor speak to
him? Impossible! so I resolved to go to visit him. On the
previous day, I called on the manager of the Duke's Hospital to
ask if I might see my friend in the garden, which I thought best,
though the doctors assured me there was no longer any risk of
infection. The manager agreed to my proposal, and said I should
find him in the garden between eleven and twelve o'clock, and, if
he was not there when I came, to send for him. Next day I went
with Herr von Hamm, secretary in the Crown Office, (of whom I
shall speak presently,) and mamma to the Duke's Hospital. Mamma
went into the Hospital church, and we into the garden.
Misliweczeck was not there, so we sent him a message. I saw him
coming across, and knew him at once from his manner of walking. I
must tell you that he had already sent me his remembrances by
Herr Heller, a violoncello-player, and begged me to visit him