. Letters from Italy and Switzerland. room, where I am so comfortable, and shallsadly miss my little piano. I intend to sketch theview from this window with my pen on the back ofmy letter, and also to Write out my second Lied,and then Untersee will soon also belong to myreminiscences. Ach ! wie schnell! I quotemyself, which is not over-modest, but these linesrecur to me but too often when the days are short-ening, the leaves of the travelling map turned over,and first Weimar, then Munich, and lastly Vienna,are all things of the past year. Well! here youhave my window ! [Vtde page 246.] An Tiou
. Letters from Italy and Switzerland. room, where I am so comfortable, and shallsadly miss my little piano. I intend to sketch theview from this window with my pen on the back ofmy letter, and also to Write out my second Lied,and then Untersee will soon also belong to myreminiscences. Ach ! wie schnell! I quotemyself, which is not over-modest, but these linesrecur to me but too often when the days are short-ening, the leaves of the travelling map turned over,and first Weimar, then Munich, and lastly Vienna,are all things of the past year. Well! here youhave my window ! [Vtde page 246.] An Tiour later.—My plans are altered, and I stayhere tili the day aftcr to-morrow. The people say thatby that time the roads will be considerably better, andthere is plenty here both to see and to sketch. TheAar has not risen to such a height for seventy years,To-day people were stationed on the bridge, withl)oles and hooks, watching to catch any fragmentsof the broken-down bri Iges. It did look so stränge21* 246 MENDELSSOHN .S to sce a black object come swimming along in tliedistance from Üie hüls, wliich was at last rccognizedto be a piece of balustrade, or a cross-beam, orsometliing of the sort, wlien all the people made ariisli at it, and tried to fish it up with their hooks,and at length succeeded in dragging the monsterout of the water. Büt cnough of water,—that is,of niy Journal. It is now cvening, and dark. I amwriling by candle-light, and should be so glad if Icould knock at your door, and take my scat besideyou at the round table. It is the old story overagain. Wherever it is bright and cheerful, and I IXUKDATIONS. 247 am well and happy, I most keenly feel your absence,and most long to be with you again. Who knows,however, whether we may not come here together infnture years, and then think of this day, as we nowdo of former ones ? But as none can teil whetherthis may ever come to pass, I shall meditate nolonger on the subject, but write out my Lied,take an
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