On my return from Baden, illness prevented my waiting on Y.R.H. according to my wish, being prohibited going out; thus yesterday was the first time I dared to venture again into the open air. When your gracious letter arrived, I was confined to bed, and under the influence of sudorifics, my illness having been caused by a chill; so it was impossible for me to rise.
I feel sure that Y.R.H is well aware that I never would neglect the respect so properly your due. I shall have the pleasure of waiting on you to-morrow forenoon. Moreover, there will be no lack of opportunity here to awaken the interest Y.R.H. takes in music, which cannot fail to prove so beneficial to art,--ever my refuge, thank G.o.d!
I remain Y.R.H."s obedient servant,
BEETHOVEN.
395.
TO SCHOTT,--MAYENCE.
Vienna, November 18, 1824.
I regret being obliged to tell you that some little time must yet elapse before I can send off the works. There was not in reality much to revise in the copies; but as I did not pa.s.s the summer here, I am obliged to make up for this now, by giving two lessons a day to H.R.H. the Archduke Rudolph.
This exhausts me so much that it almost entirely unfits me for all else.
Moreover, I cannot live on my income, and my pen is my sole resource; but _no consideration is shown either for my health or my precious time_. I do hope that this may not long continue, when I will at once complete the slight revision required. Some days ago I received a proposal which concerns you also; its purport being that a foreign music publisher was disposed, &c., &c., to form a connection with you, in order to guard against piracy. I at once declined the offer, having had sufficiently painful experience on these matters. (Perhaps this was only a pretext to spy into my affairs!)
396.
TO CARL HOLZ.
I send you my greetings, and also wish to tell you that I am not going out to-day. I should be glad to see you, perhaps this evening after your office hours.
In haste, your friend,
BEETHOVEN.
I am by no means well.
397.
TO CARL HOLZ.
MY WORTHY HOLZ--BE NO LONGER HOLZ [WOOD]!
The well-beloved government wishes to see me to-day at ten o"clock. I beg you will go in my place; but first call on me, which you can arrange entirely according to your own convenience. I have already written a letter to the _powers that be_, which you can take with you. I much regret being forced to be again so troublesome to you, but my going is out of the question, and the affair must be brought to a close,
Yours,
BEETHOVEN.
398.
TO SCHOTT,--MAYENCE.
Vienna, December 17 [Beethoven"s birthday], 1824.
I write to say that a week must yet elapse before the works can be dispatched to you. The Archduke only left this yesterday, and much precious time was I obliged to spend with him. I am beloved and highly esteemed by him, _but_--I cannot live on that, and the call from every quarter to remember "that he who has a lamp ought to pour oil into it" finds no response here.
As the score ought to be correctly engraved, I must look it over repeatedly myself, for I have no clever copyist at present. Pray, do not think ill of me! _Never_ was I guilty of anything base!
399.
March, 1825.
MY GOOD FRIENDS,--
Each is herewith appointed to his own post, and formally taken into our service, pledging his honor to do his best to distinguish himself, and each to vie with the other in zeal.
Every individual cooperating in this performance must subscribe his name to this paper.[1]
Schuppanzigh, (_Manu propria._) Weiss.
Linke, (M.P.) Confounded violoncello of the great masters.
Holz, (M.P.) The _last_, but only as to his signature.
[Footnote 1: In reference to the rehearsals of the first production of the E flat major Quartet, Op. 127, in March, 1825.]
400.
TO SCHINDLER.
The Spring of 1825.
I have waited till half-past one o"clock, but as the _caput confusum_ has not come, I know nothing of what is likely to happen. Carl must be off to the University in the Prater; so I am obliged to go, that Carl, who must leave this early, may have his dinner first. I am to be found in the "Wilde Mann" [an inn in the Prater].
To Herr Schindler, _Moravian numskull_.[1]
[Footnote 1: Schindler was a Moravian.]
401.
TO LINKE, VIOLONCELLIST.[1]
DEAR LINKE,--
Having heard Herr v. Bocklet very highly spoken of, I think it would be advisable to ask him kindly to play in the trio at your concert. I do not know him myself, or I would have applied to him on your behalf. Always rely on me when it is in my power to serve you.
Yours truly,
BEETHOVEN.
[Footnote 1: Bocklet, a pianist in Vienna, tells me that he rehea.r.s.ed the Trio with Holz and Linke in 1825 or 1826 at Beethoven"s.]