The century illustrated monthly magazine . (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY WURTHLE & SPINNHIRN OF ADRAWING IN THE MOZART MUSEUM.) His nature was eminently a social one. Hewas naturally jovial, humorous, insouciant,and inclined to take the world on its sunniestside. He entered with great zest into harmlessamusements, dressed well, danced well, was ex-travagantly fond of billiards, which permitted 214 MOZART—AFTER A HUNDRED YEARS. him to pursue the thread of his musical thought,and personated characters in masquerades withinimitable talent. In such diversions he re-covered himself after days and nights of
The century illustrated monthly magazine . (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY WURTHLE & SPINNHIRN OF ADRAWING IN THE MOZART MUSEUM.) His nature was eminently a social one. Hewas naturally jovial, humorous, insouciant,and inclined to take the world on its sunniestside. He entered with great zest into harmlessamusements, dressed well, danced well, was ex-travagantly fond of billiards, which permitted 214 MOZART—AFTER A HUNDRED YEARS. him to pursue the thread of his musical thought,and personated characters in masquerades withinimitable talent. In such diversions he re-covered himself after days and nights of his generous sympathy led him into per-petual trouble. He was always in debt, be-cause he would borrow from one to relieve a single word, the wretch! and his relationscontinued as amicable as before. Perhaps itwas some late remorse that led the unscru-pulous manager to say, after his friends death, I see the image of the dying man alwaysbefore my eyes. His spirit follows me wher-ever I go and even haunts my sleep. So loyal. MOZART AT THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OP AGE.(FROM A PAINTING IN POSSESSION OF THE HEIRS OF C. A. ANDRE, BY PERMISSION OF HERMAN KERBER.) another, in his abundant hope never doubtinghis ability to pay. In his most pressing needshe was never too poor to help a friend. Hepawned his watch to aid a worthless musician,who failed to redeem it, and put in his ownpocket the money Mozart carelessly sent himfor that purpose. If he had nothing else togive he would sit down and coin somethingfrom his fertile and overtasked brain. In thedepths of his distress, with a heavy debt hang-ing over him, an invalid wife, helpless children,and his own health rapidly failing, he wrotethe Magic Flute for Schikaneder, a poormanager who betrayed his trust by disposingof the score which the generous composer hadstipulated should remain in his own hands assole payment for his work. When Mozart heardof this treachery he vented his indignation in was Mozarts nature that he clung to his
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