Mozart on His Journey to Prague

Mozart on His Journey to Prague

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Excerpt from the oil painting by Johann Nepomuk Della Croce Salzburg, Mozarteum)[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM]

Mozart on His Journey to Prague

A Novella by Eduard Mörike translated from German by Ingrid Sabharwal-Schwaegermann
Edited by

Ilona Ryder, MA Raptus* Association for Music Appreciation, Edmonton Alberta, Canada, 1999 Ingrid Sabharwal-Schwaegermann, 1997
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*The term Raptus, in the context of classical music, is derived from Beethoven’s life. During his teens, he became friends with the von Breuning family in Bonn. Madame Helene von Breuning, who had a great influence over him, came to function as a substitute mother to him after the 1787 death of Maria Magdalena van Beethoven. She used to “make peace” between the often hot-tempered, stubborn young Beethoven and her family in asking for their patience with him, explaining to them that he “has his Raptus again”. Later, Beethoven would write to his lifetime friend, Dr. Franz Gerhard Wegeler, who married Eleonore von Breuning and with whom Madame von Breuning would live in Koblenz, to send greetings to the “Frau Hofräthin” and to confirm to her that he still had a Raptus now and again. Whenever I enjoy an extra fine musical performance of our Edmonton Symphony Orchestra, I feel that I am having a Raptus of some kind, as well, which then puts me into the mood of this writing activity. I have written this and the subsequent volumes as a ‘musical lay person’ who is addressing an interested lay audience. However, as a German retail bookseller, I have a good working knowledge of the German-speaking culture and of German literature.

This novella paints for the reader a lively character portrait of Mozart. The writer of the novella, Eduard Mörike, used the occasion of Mozart’s actual fall 1787 journey from Vienna to Prague to[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM]

Mozart on His Journey to Prague

stage his new opera “Don Giovanni” there, as an occasion to have Mozart and his wife Konstanze spend some time in the company of the fictional family of a certain Count von Schinzberg. As this charming story unfolds, we learn of how Mozart’s creative process often worked, what the overt reasons for his financial failure were, of his generosity as a human being, and of his own premonitions of his early death. The introduction to the novella leads the reader toward the topic by describing the author’s and translator’s own interest in Mozart on the basis of her ethnic background and of her interest in classical music, and by providing background information on Eduard Mörike and of his place in the history of German literature. A literary work such as Mörike’s novella brings the composer to life to such an extent for readers who are new to the subject of musical biographies that they will feel compelled to “read more about it” and to listen to the composer’s celestial music with “new ears”.


Thank you for taking the time to read Volume 1 of the Raptus Collection. This Mozart volume is intended to make you acquainted with the composer’s character in an entertaining way. Before I send you on your way to MOZART ON HIS JOURNEY TO PRAGUE, I would like to explain to you my relationship to Mozart on the basis of my – rather European – background, why I translated this novella, what Mörike’s intentions were in writing this charming little work, where the writer came from, who the writer was, and some information about his work and about his place in the history of German literature. I can only hope that all of this will entertain you to some degree, as well, and that this information will help you to feel right at home with MOZART ON HIS JOURNEY TO PRAGUE. The Bavarian Counts of Wittelsbach emerged as a "noble" family approximately around the year 1000 AD. In 1180 AD., several acts of disloyalty to his Stauffen Emperor, Frederick Barbarossa, "relieved" Duke Henry the Lion of Brunswick of his Duchy of Bavaria (Bayern 22-23). (In 1158, Henry the Lion had awarded Munich city rights; he and one of his sons would later join the crusades and, on their return home, his son would settle in Hungary (Rolland 263). The von Brunsvicks then became the ancestors of a family that supplied some of Beethoven's closest friends: Franz, Therese, and Josephine von Brunsvick, as well as Giulietta Guicciardi). Coming back to the Duchy of Bavaria, Frederick Barbarossa awarded it to Count Otto von Wittelsbach (Bayern 22-23), who was already a "Palatinate" Count. This meant that he administered Imperial or "Palatinate" holdings. With this began the 700+ years rule of the Wittelsbach dynasty. The dynasty prospered to the point that, within a few centuries, several "Bavarian" and "Palatinate" branches existed. It can be said that the Wittelsbachs were, as far as the European "noble" houses were concerned, sooner or later, married to everyone and that everyone was married to them. Nevertheless, as all good things must come to an end, the last surviving branch of the Bavarian Wittelsbachs became extinct in 1777, with the December 30th death of Elector Max the Third. A Wittelsbach rule of succession, the so-called Primogeniturgesetz, stipulated that in such a case, the most eligible Palatinate branch would simply take over the Munich "family business". Karl[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM]

Mozart on His Journey to Prague

Theodor, the Elector of Mannheim, under whose auspices science, music and literature had flourished there, became Elector of Bavaria. We do not know whether he envied his former residence the glory of playing a vital role in the subsequent German theatre revolution with which a sudden outburst of creativity in German drama had swept the country (Mannheim would continue to do so, with the 1781 staging of Schiller's first play, the Robbers, and with the staging of his subsequent plays, such as the Fiesco and Don Carlos), or whether the Elector could simply not get used to his new, rough Bavarian subjects when he let a chance at true greatness as a protector of the arts pass him by... ... For it was not long after that, in October 1780, that Karl Theodor commissioned Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to write an opera for the 1781 carnival. His opera seria, Idomeneo, Re di Creta, was a great success. As much as Mozart would have loved to stay and to be hired for a permanent position as Kapellmeister by the Elector, the latter did not retain him (Einstein 54, Solomon 236).

View of Munich's Nymphenburg Palace in the 18th century

Therefore I must admit that I was born in a city that, as far as Mozart was concerned, "blew it". Nevertheless, Munich at least holds a geographically strategic position, being situated 60 km southeast of Augsburg, Leopold Mozart's native city, and 120 km northwest of Salzburg, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's birth place. A lively interest in his music is one of the subjects Munichers love to indulge in, even its very own, now Rome-based Cardinal Josef Ratzinger... When a Municher with a lively interest in classical music emigrates to a new country, he or she will carry that interest along in his/her luggage. I can assure everyone that this "luggage" does not weigh in very heavily at customs on entering Canada. I have lived in Edmonton for over ten years and consider myself, when it comes to classical music in general and to Mozart in particular, a very interested lay person. What should such an interested lay person, in sharing this lively interest with like-minded[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM]

.. In such a case it helps. With respect to the question as to Mozart's character."). In my case. indeed. as Friedrich Schiller's publisher) in his letter of May 6. as he pointed out to his Tübingen publisher von Cotta (whose publishing house began to serve. As a German retail bookseller and publishing assistant. "it is." A very free translation of the above is: "My task in this story was to paint a small character portrait of Mozart (the first of its kind. not find any English language edition of Mörike's novella as being available for purchase in the Catalogue of Books in Print. re-assured me when I enquired with them.. M. the reading of Eduard Mörike's 1855 novella may ‘prepare the ground’ for further actual biographical readings." ("the booklet could be considered and announced as a forerunner to the January 1856 commencement of the celebration of the 100-year-anniversary of Mozart's birth. the writer. In closing. Ilona Ryder. Stuttgart. konzentrierter Anschauung gebracht werden sollte. to check one's "luggage" again for additional treasures. more than fifty years prior to that. soviel ich weiß) aufzustellen. The involvement might not be as profound as that of a professional. however.. in spite of the fact that some translations may already exist. reply to the question. In doing so. I did. a "good working knowledge" can be gained. My rendering of this translation was also based on the recognition of the fact that. In order for me to share this story with others. Having shared this little translation on a more private level and having realized that it evoked a certain degree of delight in Mozart friends. mit Zugrundelegung frei erfundener Situationen. therefore. vorzüglich die heitere Seite zu lebendiger. could feel free to use Mörike's text for translation and publication. ein kleines Charaktergemälde Mozarts (das erste seiner Art. as far as I know). true that authors become 'free' 70 years after their deaths" and that I. wobei. 1855: "Meine Aufgabe bei dieser Erzählung war.. I would like to provide you with some details of Eduard Mörike's life http://raptusassociation. as the publisher of the edition I worked with. GmbH & Co. I am very grateful to her for her professional support in this! After having explored various means of publishing this little work. "I wonder what Mozart was really like as a person"? The mere status of a "very interested lay person" does not necessarily predestine one to provide a remotely adequate answer to that question. I found the heavy millstone called "German literature" that I now try to only carry around my neck when I am at home. This was achieved by basing this little portrait on purely fictional events into which Mozart was placed. I finally decided to offer it for sale in the manner in which it is now presented in the Raptus Collection. the more cheerful aspects of his nature were to be concentrated on. In it.. while the rights to derivative works such as other translations might not be as easily obtainable. however. Philip Reclam jun. one has to necessarily acquire a bit more than a mere "lively interest" in that subject. The first step that I took was that I asked Mrs..Mozart on His Journey to Prague Edmontonians. I felt the urge to translate it into to edit the English text of my translation." Mörike further mentions in his letter to von Cotta that "das Büchlein könnte als Vorläufer der im Januar 1856 einfallenden Feier des hundertjährigen Geburtstags Mozarts betrachtet und angekündigt werden.A. Nevertheless.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . I considered to publish it..

He passed away in 1875. In 1851. the Swabians mean business when they work! During the industrial revolution. with their small. Mörike’s collections of poetry are Peregrina (124ff). an important step forward in the direction of the greatest German novels of the Romantic model. retiring man who came little into contact with the world" (Robertson 439). Jung Volker (1826). He underwent training as a Lutheran pastor and worked as such in the Württemberg village of Cleversulzbach. An especially tart kind of wine is made from the grapes that grow in the vineyards on the hillsides. Every arable square foot of land is extensively cultivated.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . Vinegar is the main product that can be gained from it. The river valleys that comprise this heartland are hemmed in by beautiful hills that run along the river banks. (Ludwigsburg's (Mörikes birthplace) main treasure is the King's residence. for the first time. When I was thrown into this environment. especially under Württemberg's despotic rulers? The more fiery-tempered ones might have felt inclined to not only leave. towards Hesse and Frankonia. would ever bring forth. Of his tales. Mörike was of that kind.” (Robertson 439). "geschafft". Die Soldatenbraut (1837). Thus. he obtained a lecturing position in German Literature at the Katharinenstift in Stuttgart. His lyrical poetry can. in Ludwigsburg near Stuttgart. This novel "is a landmark in the development of German romantic fiction. Der Gärtner (1837). hold its own with that of Goethe. 1804. the High German version of which is "arbeiten". would mean that someone has accomplished something. were they in agreement to "give each other a shout" in the morning.1805). Ludwig Uhland (1787 . Mörike wrote verse that is often the quintessence of the Volkslied. Schiller's as well as Schiller's father's employer). widening and narrowing here and there. The meeker individuals had to turn inward for inspiration. some of their most inventive citizens turned this area into one of the most prosperous industrial regions of Germany. but to literally flee. The facts of Eduard Mörike's life are fairly simple: He was born on September 8. in its simplicity and refinement.Mozart on His Journey to Prague and work. “The most unpretentious of singers. Agnes (1831). Maler Nolten (1832). myself. The High-German second past tense of the word "schaffen". and Wilhelm Hauff (1802 . and one novel. and an area of rolling hills to the north. The other three were: Friedrich von Schiller (1759 . Mörike also wrote ballads. Robertson's History of German Literature about this "shy.G. He had to retire early due to ill health. Mörike is considered as belonging to the literary period of late http://raptusassociation. Gottfried Keller's Der grüne Heinrich" (Robertson 440). He was one of the four most famous poets and writers his native German state. and Ein Stündlein wohl vor Tag (1837). Das Stuttgarter Huzelmännlein (a fairy tale published in 1853). narrow homes in towns and villages being built closely enough next to each other that neighbours need never get an alarm clock. and it is skirted by the Black Forest to the southwest. Württemberg. from 1834 to 1843. I had a hard time in imagining how anyone would be able to develop any sense of individuality in this environment. These are the facts that can be gleaned from J. the latter is considered "the most delightful of Mörike's tales" (Robertson 441). How could the preindustrial poets of Württemberg survive. a genre at which he is considered to have been of lesser calibre than Uhland..1862). while the nearby town of Asperg features the Fortress of Hohenasperg where the writer Daniel Schubart was incarcerated for ten years by Duke Carl Eugen. Perhaps it would help the reader to know what kind of country the heartland of Württemberg is and what kind of people it shapes: It is mainly situated along the Neckar river. with a few adjoining valleys and plains. Schiller did that. and Mozart auf der Reise nach Prag. my heart almost stopped.1827). the flat Jurassic "mountain" range of the Swabian Alb to the south and east. Das verlassene Mägdlein (1829). which he held until 1866.. Württembergers of the pre-industrial ages built this culture. The character of this people becomes clear when one looks at the Swabian dialect word for "to work" which is "schaffe" (schaffen).

many works written in the period between 1848 and 1871 looked back at "better times" of the more recent past. While the medieval age was the focus of early Romanticism.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . On the third day of this journey. using the literary tools of late Romanticism. After that time.A Life’. in the fall of 1787. I hope that this novella can help direct you towards such a further ‘journey of the mind’. http://raptusassociation. Mozart went on a journey to Prague to stage "Don Juan" there. MOZART ON HIS JOURNEY TO PRAGUE The Long Journey by Stagecoach (Vienna. the fourteenth of September. Museen der Stadt) Accompanied by his wife. The fact that this novella was written exactly at that point in the history of German literature sets it apart enough from previous ‘romantic’ literature in order to create a link to ‘actual biographical literature’ on Mozart that began to seriously develop that time and that may not. during the period of 1830 up to the failed March revolution of 1848. have seen the ‘last word’ written on it even in Maynard Solomon’s 1995 biography ‘Mozart . not yet much further away from Vienna than a thirty hours' ride.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Romanticism. closer to eleven o'clock in the morning. yet also giving the reader a vague idea of what was to come during the following literary period of the cheerful couple. The enclosed novella depicts as its "golden age" that of the German classic era and its most outstanding musical genius. a general period of resignation set in in which younger and older writers preferred to reminisce rather than to take up the torch for new ideas. where one would soon have entirely crossed over the beautiful Moravian mountains. yet. travelled in a northwesterly direction past Mannhardsberg and the German Thaya river near Schrems. of which he was one of its last shining stars while the writers of "young Germany" used their penmanship to further the ideals of national reunion in a parliamentary system.

and this wonderful freshness will accompany us on our entire journey. Frau Mozart is wearing a comfortable outfit of light-green colour with white stripes. "a formidable carriage of yellowish-red colour. and golden lashes on his shoes." said Mozart. to her friend. black breeches. belonged to a certain Madam General Volkstett. he had taken off his overcoat half an hour ago and is now sitting. the body of the carriage is also not yet as fully rounded out as today. Of the manner of clothing the travellers are wearing. it was at present stored in the suitcase. be mentioned this much: In order to save the husband's new gala outfit. her hair had never seen any powder. instead of our sitting there limply with our heads hanging down like the lambs let their heads hang down when they travel on the slaughterer's cart. his usual brown overcoat with its row of large buttons that were fashioned in such a manner that a layer of reddish tinsel glittered through its star-shaped texture. Let us get out for once." he tried to comfort her. Since it was unseasonably hot. while her husband's full. amicably chatting. First we had to sit in the carriage in the heat as if we were sitting in an oven. which have been pulled back at present. let. stockings. only halfway tied up. in the carriage with bare head and in his shirt an entire bottle of genuine Rosée d'Aurore has been emptied! I had cherished the bottle like precious gold. Due to his carelessness." she complained." Arm in arm. fairly soon turning completely dark. which is equipped with three horses. and the day before yesterday. the carriage windows are covered with stiff leather drapes.. my. braided-back hair was only slightly less powdered than usual. and our conversation flowed lively. yesterday. moreover." – "My dear fool.Mozart on His Journey to Prague The carriage. which are hiding so beautifully there in the shade. while Frau Konstanze had modestly selected the following travelling suit for him: to the embroidered vest of an already slightly faded blue. and all your waving with your fan did not help one bit. although it is elegantly curved towards the bottom. the carriage doors are decorated with the paintings of bouquets of flowers in their natural colours. "you must realize that only in this very fashion was the divine smelling schnapps used to our fullest benefit. coachman. the surface is not yet lacquered as is the custom these days in Vienna. a flaçon of expensive perfume was opened and its content was poured out over clothing and coach upholstery. a small mishap caught their attention. Oh. but soon the entire carriage interior seemed to have cooled down nicely. light-brown hair are draping her shoulders and her neck. Your horses. "I did not think much of it. was only lightened now and then by a flash of sunlight filtering through and reflected glaringly by the velvety green moss on http://raptusassociation. On each side. let alone did I consider to set foot into any one of them." – Those who are familiar with the taste of the eighties will be able to complete for themselves in more detail the inaccurate description thus far provided of the vehicle in question. however. sweetheart. they stepped across the roadside ditch and immediately entered deeper into the dark thicket of the pine forest which." writes Baroness von T. for which the maestro ended up being scolded by his wife. "it has been smelling funny for some time now. "I should have thought so. and pick some of the blue bell-flowers. who appears to always have made a point of emphasizing her contacts with the Mozarts and the favours she had done them. we were invigorated. One had arrived at the edge of a forest after having travelled up a softly rising hill between fertile fields which here and there interrupted an extended area of forestation.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . may have some rest!" While they were both getting up. you attributed this to the few drops that I had poured on my jabot. “Through how many forests have we travelled today. with the edges being adorned with slender gold trimming. But now let us poke our two Viennese noses bravely out into the wilderness. the waves of her beautiful.

How many beautiful things are out there in the world and at home. which also has such rarities to offer. I think I have never been in a forest. "The earth is truly beautiful and no-one should be blamed for wanting to live on it as long as possible. get their turn. after some silence. he exclaimed." "I came." "Oh. I feel as fresh and well as ever and am in the mood to tackle a thousand projects. and so are the droll squirrel. robes and fans. who can even notice anything else? And even the trees there. no. in the back of it. started to lead gradually downhill through cheerful country that stretched all the way towards the mountains in the distance. stately daggers. after leading through a stretch of flat terrain for a short while. also not just a forest scene for a stage I wanted to take you along so that the both of us could take a look at the moon and the little man in the moon. the capercaillie." said the wife. since there is also a desire in me to take a look at this and that which does not necessarily concern me directly. you had made yourself a couple of notes. Now they have a fairly large telescope up there. not just being a 'finzione di poeti' (poets' invention) such as their nymphs and fauns and the like. he also picked up several pine cones. in my younger years I travelled across half of Europe. such as miracles of nature. one after another. no matter how much room they are trying to take up. really!". one of whose greatest pleasures it is to eat baked chicken in the Prater!" When both sat in the carriage once again and when the road. as soon as my new work has been completed and staged. for goodness' sake! How can you even mention this word here! With all the carriages. in sudden contrast to the heat raging outside. our maestro. "and this is the same man talking. she exclaimed." – He bent down. I don't know – with beech-nuts and acorns strewn on the ground. broke off a mushroom and praised the marvellously deep-red colour of its top and the fragile white gills at the bottom. and the jay. that something like it should even exist. and now this fool all of a sudden finds himself standing before an ordinary pine forest at the Bohemian border. – "Dear God. which shall. The first one of these is: 'In the middle of October the great lions are being cast in the Imperial Iron Ore Foundry!. I have seen the Alps and the sea. "that you have never looked even as far as twenty steps into the Prater. looking up on the tree stems that were rising up high. underlined twice.' the second. started up again. arts and useful trades! The charcoal burner over there in his hut knows just as much as I do about certain things. having dropped a great number of corks on the ground. "it feels like being in church. could have proven dangerous to the husband were it not for the foresight of his wife. With great difficulty she had been able to force on him the protective piece of clothing she had taken along. wondrous and beautiful things I do not know yet. to me they look like cousins who are standing next to each other. one can smell the smell of waiters and gravies for two hours in each direction. to group together and to mutually benefit each other.Mozart on His Journey to Prague the ground. Thank God. and only now do I realize what it means to be amongst an entire 'nation of trees!' No human hand has planted them.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . "One would think. one is supposed to be able to see on this incredible 'round of the moon'. a real forest. what a splendour!". http://raptusassociation. music and all the noise the world has to offer. sciences. I know – that's the good old gentleman at the observatory who has the habit of inviting me for a visit now and then. The refreshing coolness. amazed and enchanted. grown from the earth." she replied." across your old pocket calendar of Anno (domini) eighty-five a few days ago. nourished and raised by moisture and sunlight! The stag with its wondrous crown of antlers is at home here. For a long time. From the Prater woods." "Never mind the Prater (1). They grew by themselves and gathered 'round thus because it seemed a cheerful thing to do for them. You see. reads: 'Visit Professor Gattner!' Who is he?" "Oh right. the most majestic and the most beautiful that has ever been created.

on a and that of the more profane kind. Sometimes he would bring his guests. dilettantes. postpones. The needs of the man were manifold. a very serious conversation was opened all of a sudden. where these reasons will actually be found. I never found the time!" "Well. the intelligent connoisseur and the skilled virtuoso. parties and gatherings. she even had to agree with him wholeheartedly. as much as he had already experienced. just as one could find him in the tavern or restaurant many an evening. considering this right. – Dear Lord!. mountains. and from the side. In this context.Mozart on His Journey to Prague bright and clear almost close enough to touch. in part very expressively and very immediately.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . Day after day. provided the background to this conversation. "the moon is not running away. enjoyed and brought forth in the short time span of his life thus far. on with my usual routine! Sometimes I regret that we never took time out to spend a beautiful day. We will not divulge the details of this conversation but rather shed some light on the conditions that. singers. He who is not willing to look deeper into the root causes of this phenomenon. unfortunately and to my shame. becoming children again ourselves. to speak just of sheer delight." she said. in a garden or in a forest. however. We may yet catch up with it. of the little. frolicking. valleys. racing through the room with them for two minutes. say. however. and sets aside! – not to speak of duties towards God and our fellow men – I mean. we are forced to face the fact that this fiery. and poets. For nearly three years I meant to go there. He liked to take part in http://raptusassociation. he seldom declined invitations to festivities. Being welcomed in and honoured as an incomparable talent by the noblest families of the city. I don't want to think of what one misses out on. had never in his entire life enjoyed a pure and quiet satisfaction with himself. he also reciprocated in kind by extending invitations to his peers. playing games with the children. basta!. nay. to the dismay of his wife. between the spouses. he looked for outside of his home." After a pause he continued. people of differing personal worth. enjoying the flowers. when he continued with increased fervour. having met them in the street and urged them to come along. to the fullest. as they appear. gorges. two or three times a week. Equally welcome were to him the selfish and lazy parasite whose sole redeeming quality might have been his constantly displayed good sense of humour. The musical Sunday evening soirées in his apartment. In doing so. that surround us daily and are ours to take but for the taking. where the sunshine does not reach." Frau Mozart did not want to tear him away from the direction this easily incited train of thought of his was heading towards more and more. The greater part of his personal recreation and relaxation. innocent joys. fellow artists. Life just races on and on. one would be able to see him playing billiards after dinner in a coffeehouse. "Is it not like that with everything? Drat. just the two of us and our children. one could break out into sweat from the fright of it!" With this just-pronounced self-accusation. at Easter or Whitsuntide. unsurmountably entrenched habits which we like to – and not without reason – bring into a kind of necessary connection with that which are our reasons for admiring Mozart. as well as comfortable midday meals in the company of a few friends and acquaintances. he would not have wanted to miss. unannounced. and his tendency to enjoy social distractions was extraordinarily prevalent. "Have I ever fully enjoyed the company of my children for a full hour? How much of it is only happening in passing! Taking the boys up on my knees. incredibly sensitive individual who was so receptive to all the stimulations the world had to offer as well as for the highest that the striving mind might be able to grasp. even the shadow that the mountains cast. in all mutual respect. will tend to look for the causes in those.

particularly when he considered himself to be financially well off at the time. and he also enjoyed taking part in outdoor folk festivals. imprudent waste would easily come to mind. lighter fare. He even preferred to outright give away in generosity what was asked for. tired from these and other occupations such as academy concerts. especially in the festival of St. but by far lesser. the hairdresser. the same "Figaro" which the more refined Praguers soon after received with such enthusiasm that the maestro. Even though the Viennese could not get enough of "Belmonte and Konstanze" – thanks to the popular elements of this piece – . at last. if not created. resolved to write his next major opera especially for them. be they considerations of prudence or of a sense of duty. he revised his work. recurring bouts of depression were. His health was slowly and quietly eroding. which might also take up part of the afternoon. What was earned with concerts. at which he used to show up in a Pierrot costume. These distractions. theatre performances. collateral or security. Mozart did not know how to keep a healthy balance. a few years later. at other times of a quieter nature. in addition to his Imperial pension. the fine fleeting impressions which sometimes thus become its source of inspiration. Every Hungarian mustachio from the 'corps des genies' who is driven by the devil to study thoroughbass and counterpoint is welcome. as a bitter pill in the midst of every joy he encountered. to make his rounds in giving lessons. purified and transformed. would have demanded. Unfortunately. as an aside. was not enough all the more because of the fact that the public had not decided yet if they should favour Mozart's works above all. Part of the night was always dedicated to composing. "Figaro". he attended dances and balls. with an angrily flushed face should I but once not knock at her door at the precise hour. moved by this. at least nourished by this situation. in addition to his household expenses. The financial means that such expenditures. sometimes still in bed.Mozart on His Journey to Prague carriage or horse back rides out into the countryside. just like Master Coquerel. other considerations. a premonition of his early death would follow him everywhere he went. As a reputable cembalist and music teacher. were meant to provide the necessary relaxation to the mind of the artist that was often strained. – In spite of the prevailing disfavour http://raptusassociation. Then. irrespective as to whether the pupil is deserving. The accusation of foolhardy. richness and depth was found strangely unusual. they also did not fail to provide to this mind through the mysterious ways in which genius inadvertently plays its game unconsciously. and. stood in no relation to the actual provided he pays a few talers in cash. at ten o'clock. took an unexpected great fall in competition with the lovely. the applicant was counting on the fact that he did not ask him for any credentials. all the pain and bliss a human heart could ever endure. his tired nerves only found superficial nourishment in new distractions and agitation. of selfpreservation. at times of a merry and hilarious." And when he then. "Cosa rara". etc. Both in his enjoyment and in his creativity. Yet we know that all this pain flowed. The detrimental effects of Mozart's lifestyle were most evident in his domestic situation. in such hours. including a feeling of remorse. the most capricious little countess who receives me. with publications and from pupils. one takes on a dozen pupils. He was used to sorrow of every kind. for long periods of time. which always demanded to be enjoyed to the fullest. did not receive a voice. Brigitte. and that certainly not alone due to the intrigues of the director. sometimes on foot." he once wrote to one of his patrons. Early in the morning. it would even apply to one of his most endearing human qualities. as little as a child. he would set out. Their transparent beauty. "We are striving very hard. into that deep well. have known how to make use of these.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . out of which it again flowed unceasingly from a hundred sources and poured out into the variety of his melodies. compared to the popular. "and it is sometimes difficult not to lose patience. or of domesticity. he would. If someone approached him who was in great need and asked him for a cash loan or for a guarantee on his behalf. sometimes by carriage. was gasping for fresh air. and still another one. as a skilled dancer. in incredible tours-de-force of creativity. rehearsals and the like.

everywhere spoke of it in such tones that even some of its opponents would count on this "Don Juan's" shaking up the musical world of Germany from one end of the country to the other and its taking this country by storm within less than half a year. a full-blooded artist at heart. Friends and confidantes who knew enough of the subject matter and who. fate and natural inclination and his own fault worked together so that the man could not prosper. once he would not have to chase after distractions but rather could enjoy them openly and with a better conscience. this wonderful being. what was gained in the long run. to promise to behave at his very best. if she was able to convince him to stay home for a meal or an entire evening. some solution to the problem on hand. Although herself young and endowed with a zest for life. once in a while. the way things were. especially when her financial worries were coupled with the need to cope with her husband's depressed mood in which he would remain for days on end. to prevent many wrongs from happening. soon he would find himself again in his old rut. every reminder and whatever else of this unpleasant nature would come into the house went exclusively to her. pondering the one unhappy thought. or even just to sit with her and drink a cup of tea. since she hoped that his preference for Vienna could. and that an order quite different from that which governs what is deemed prudent and wise for the rest of mankind. witnessing the creation of this extraordinary work. all forces. most of the time her cheerful mind found. Konstanze was really willing to attack this evil at its root. not receptive to any consolation. She thought that once the most oppressing necessity of his having to expend half of his time and energy in earning a living for his family. as if he had been moved by forces beyond his control. his entire burden would be lightened. did not dare http://raptusassociation. that dug itself ever deeper into the abyss of his despair. At times she must have felt as if she was drowning or swimming against the tide. with a little more prudence Mozart should still have been able to make some profit from his art. However. More cautious and reasonable were the voices of other wellwishers who. One was tempted to believe that it was not in his power to act otherwise. We can easily understand what a tough position a housewife must have been in under such circumstances. especially if she recognized her task. She was always in charge of cash money and kept the household accounts. which was more than she asked for – in vain. Frau Mozart hoped for the next decisive move towards the realization of her hopes and dreams through a success of the new opera. More than half of the work had already been composed. However. every bill. which was bound to happen on the strength of her husband's growing fame. particularly in this she lacked a certain skill and prior experience. Occasionally she also thought of their possibly changing their residence to another city. in consideration of the situation of the music scene in their present day. Konstanze always hoped for a favourable turn of events insofar as this turn might be caused by outside forces: through a radical change for the better of their financial situation. convinced as she was that there was no real hope for him as the daughter of a musician. at least temporarily. had somehow forced itself upon him. up. which he felt sometimes more and sometimes less. his bearing would be that of one who is at ease and calm. through either humouring him or through earnestly pleading with him? He could. which was the object of this journey. inactive and procrastinating. would fall off. would have gained an adequate impression of the effect and character of this work. be suddenly moved to honestly curse his habits.Mozart on His Journey to Prague and in spite of the influence of his enemies. he even fell short when the masses applauded his works in certain productions. Very rarely did she lose her courage altogether. namely that of dying. and to replace the occurring large-scale losses with savings here and there in the trivial daily household expenses. so as to literally have lifted him. in the end. be overcome. with his conscience awakened at the sight of his wife's tears. sitting in a corner by himself. In short. and. already used from her parents' home to make do with less.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] .

she explained to her husband in detail the manner in which she would spend the 100 ducats that had been arrived at as the price for the score of the opera with the Prague theatre director. however. once their lively enthusiasm has been kindled and. I am sure.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] .Mozart on His Journey to Prague to hope for a sweeping success of the work . . sitting in the carriage. Silently. moreover. as women often tend to do. been nourished by their legitimate hopes for the improvement of their situation. once more an occasion to defend it. In good humour. the master shared their only too wellfounded doubts. Publication of the Libretto for "Don Giovanni" printed in Prague (Vienna. much less than men. . She did so in her cheerful and lively manner with twice the enthusiasm since Mozart's mood had changed for the worse during their earnest conversation that did not lead them anywhere and that was therefore abandoned. also afterwards of the monies that will come in from the fees other stages will have to pay for a copy of http://raptusassociation. and how well she would be able to manage financially during the coming winter until spring. and who. namely on paying down some of the most pressing debts and so forth. held steadfastly to her belief in success and found here. Gesellschaft der Musikfreunde) Konstanze. he will. can be swayed by later doubts. "Your Herr Bondini (2) will be able to turn a nice profit from the opera. and if he is only half the gentleman you always make him out to be. in turn. share some of it with

sets in: she has returned last unthinkable. praise be to God. where he had to accompany the queen on the piano. to describe their new situation in the brightest colours. Entire conversations. one morning our old admirer. with Potsdam and with Sanssoucci than with Schönbrunn and the Hofburg. there will no longer be an Imperial Chamber composer by the name of Wolf Mozart in Vienna anywhere!" "In my mind I can hear our friends talking about us after we will have left.' she continues after some preliminary remarks. but also the embarrassment on both parts! – 'Now. of his garden and cottage. She had been away for three months to visit her brother-inlaw in Saxony." And now the wifely narrator began. her usual chatter. 'I bring you many greetings. This summer. yet as lively as mercury. Let me dream on a bit about it! I have inherited this weakness from my mother. can you guess from whom? I have not come back directly from Stendal. Aegidius. When would his oh-so-beloved Emperor Joseph ever have thought of that. Madam Volkstett. round and jolly.You went to Berlin? have visited the Mozarts?' – 'Ten heavenly days!' – 'Oh. my dear. came out of her mouth. all that became lively reality through her narration. – First of all assume: next year around this time – ". best Madame Colonel." "Go on." "Oho!" "General Music Director. all of this could happen very naturally. tell me. indeed. sweet. not even waiting for a 'come in!:' imagine the excitement. happiness and comfort are literally laughing out of his eyes. next year at the feast of St. strutting eagerly in her vigorous battle mood across the Kohlmarkt.Mozart on His Journey to Prague the score. the way we know it.' – 'What? Is it possible. that the King of Prussia is looking for a Kapellmeister(3). and of the sites of his creative activity and of the Court. I made a little detour towards Brandenburg. even today. the more fantastic." "For example?" "Just imagine." "Let me hear them!" "Not long ago. She talked of his apartment Unter den Linden. dear. the most beautiful anecdotes. "When the Pope will marry Judy the Puppet – " "Be quiet. which I think will even be a thousand times more realistic. right? They had both just returned from there when I arrived. we still have. and now all the more with you just returning from them – Mozart a Berliner! How does he fit in? What does he look like? ' – 'Oh. he! You should just see him. the better!" "No. I have my hunches in this.. the King sent him to Karlsbad. with her heart bursting with all that travelling excitement and all the news from her journey – off she struts to see the Madame Colonel and to tell her all about it – up the steps and knocking at her door.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . On top of http://raptusassociation. one and only Madam General. I heard a little bird singing. in her assumed role.. if that will not happen. I meant to say. tell me more! How are our dear people? Do they still like it there as much as in the beginning? It seems incredible. and now. other prospects. and what they have to say about us. He is a picture of health. Punch! As I am saying. to be more familiar with that Royal residence. She seemed.

so that this playing with beautiful soap bubbles of a dreamed-up future that would.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . I have seen him. what one has to live through! Two years ago. on any stage – well. unfortunately.' he said right during the first fifteen minutes of my arrival. and operas twice a week. here it is written in big letters!' 'Heaven help us! – what? Tarar (4)!' – 'Just imagine. jealous Salieri silently set about to repeat the triumph he had with his piece in Paris. 'and if only to tell the Viennese if I had harmed the boy Absalom by a hair. not even in its most modest form. It was planned to stop in the village for their midday meal and some rest. the notoriously jealous fool could see that I do not have to resort to botching someone else's work in order to remain who I have always been!'" "Brava! bravissima!" shouted Mozart loudly and took his little wife by her ears. at the end of the village by the road from which a poplar tree alley of a length of not more than six hundred feet led towards the park of the Count's property. in the near future. just across from the highest nobility! And what was on the program. and repeated this as often as the work was staged. "'Just imagine. finally ended in their sheer delight. our dear. I ask you – just look at it. you must know. and when he and his cohorts stuck their heads together and plotted that they did not want to put the 'Don Juan'. neither dead nor alive. come true. my friend. as nicely plucked as 'Figaro' before. I wish he would be here himself. noise and laughter. just imagine. when Mozart wrote the 'Don Juan' and when the cursed venomous. a little bit of healthy greed which suited him most admirably. the work of his deadly enemy. Madame Colonel. never. I will not go to see it – for no money in the world! And she kept her word. on his own turf and let our good. I swore an oath then. little golden man.Mozart on His Journey to Prague that she was mischievous and clever enough to endow our hero with a number of new domestic qualities that had developed on the sober soil of his new Prussian existence and amongst which the said Volkstett had noticed as the most outstanding phenomenon and as proof of the fact how opposites sometimes attract each other. Tarar on the stage of the Berlin opera house. The inn at which they stopped stood somewhat apart. dove-loving audience that loves to indulge in 'Cosa rara's. But now. Everyone ran to see it – also our Madam Colonel – I stayed by my hearth. kissed. and what for? For conducting a chamber concert for once also see such a rare falcon. the residence of Count von Schinzberg. conducted by Mozart! – 'You have to go and see it!. http://raptusassociation. By now they had arrived in the valley and were approaching a village which they had already spotted from the hilltop. took my cat on my lap and ate my 'Kaldausche(5). – Oh. he has a fixed salary of three thousand talers. hugged and tickled her. and beyond which one could see in the charming valley a small palace of modern build. in the midst of his marvellous orchestra that he has trained for his purposes and the members of which adore him! I sat with Frau Mozart in her box. if his infamous piece will be staged here.

while she first asked for a glass of fresh water and after that only for a quiet area in which she could nap for an hour. sandy path ran around it which faced a slender. high linden trees at the end of which. where the Mozarts stayed with Count Thun-Hohenstein After they had alighted from the which was again skirted by laurel and oleander trees. From the centre of two large flower beds that were filled with still lively blooming flowers. a soft. The arboretum provided a most delightful resting place. and walked along an alley of old. namely deities. there was to be found. the family had gone out today. It was built in the Italian style. merrily singing and whistling to himself. a small table http://raptusassociation.Mozart on His Journey to Prague View of Linz. the silken drapes of which had long been replaced by more ordinary fabric drapes. he promised to wake her on time. he saw before him. at its left side. decent visitors were allowed access to this park. with her husband following. and after that he sought entertainment in the common guest room. reached a group of beautiful dark stone. light bed with painted canopy. the Count's palace. In the meantime. Moreover. latticed arboretum. painted bright. to be brought to the lower guest room. among other old-fashioned furniture of distinguished quality – no doubt all of it must have found its way here from the Count's palace – a clean. In a room that was painted white and that had quickly been aired out. The fountain's wide. with a widely protruding outside double stairway. and had a balustrade. Mozart left. She was led up a staircase. As he heard. lacquered frame of columns. she locked the door behind him. the shingled roof was decorated with a few statues of the usual kind. He left and soon had made his way to the open park gate. as usual. he ordered a glass of wine for himself.pines and led his steps along winding paths through the maze and eventually returned to the lighter part of it where he was attracted by a water fountain. oval-shaped basin was surrounded by an orangery of potted trees. standing on a slim.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . the ordering of their meal to his wife. not too far away. Konstanze made herself comfortable. our master went towards the bushy part of the park. he expressed his desire to go for a walk towards the park of the Count's palace before mealtime. There was no soul in it beside the innkeeper. and since the latter's conversation was as little to the guest's liking as his wine.

html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . then he put the fruit – for a third party this would have been most comical to observe – apparently unharmed." Mozart rose and prepared to leave. yet his stimulated senses were satisfied by breathing in the delicious smell of the fruit. Almost in the process of hiding the bitter orange. he touched the bitter orange for the second time. broad-shouldered man in servant's uniform. "No. "I am a stranger here and passing through. and Mozart sat down at it near the entrance. He might have been guided along by a dim feeling of thirst. down on the middle of the table with some stubborn emphasis. "Pardon me." "His wife?" "Is busy and must not be disturbed. and held it in his hand." started the grounds keeper. he stared at the two halves of the fruit. "I don't know who I have the pleasure of – " "Kapellmeister Mozart from Vienna. maybe because it was too late to hide it now. and an awareness of where he was and of what he had done suddenly overwhelmed him. His ear restfully listening to the sound of the water in the fountain. In connection with his boyhood memory that had again appeared before his mind he also encountered a somewhat hazy musical reminiscence. – how dare you take liberties like these here?" "What?" shouted Mozart. Mozart. Is the Count in his palace?". "take liberties? By the devil. after he had glanced over the promising attire of the stranger. looked at him half-smiling. "Pardon me. also speechless. very gently. took out a small knife with a silver handle and slowly cut up the round mass from top to bottom.. his eyes fixed on a bitter orange tree of medium size. our friend was soon. do you believe that I wanted to steal and eat this thing?" http://raptusassociation. maybe out of pride. on account of this nearly SouthernEuropean scene. He saw this and yet did also not see it. he reached for the fruit next to him so as to feel in the hollow of his hands its beautiful roundness and its marvellous freshness. took them apart again and put them together again.. stood before him. which did not stand in a row but by itself close by his side and which bore a multitude of beautiful fruits. he halted. led back to a memory of his youth. at last instinctively retrieved an enamelled case from the side pocket of his coat. literally nailed to his seat. bouncing the fruit to and fro in his hands right beneath his nose. obviously the grounds keeper of the palace. The latter had obviously seen Mozart's last. "No doubt you are known to the Count?". along the uncertain traces of which he dreamily travelled for a while. suspicious movement and remained painfully silent for a few seconds. but also fresh and forward with his blue eyes. with sometimes the beginning or the middle of a melody on his lips. For a few minutes. inadvertently loosened it from the tree. was rattled awake. Smiling. Absentmindedly. A". gently put them together. his artistic absentmindedness even went so far that he. His eyes were glowing with excitement and they were searching here and there. a thought had him in its grip. which he immediately and eagerly followed. engrossed in his thoughts. He could hear steps close by all of a sudden. Sir. visibly blushing.Mozart on His Journey to Prague stood in front of a bench.

and Mozart. go on ahead!" It still took a while until both father and son. after he had eaten from the apple. I think he is not quite right in his head. but she did not return. over to the waiting servant. he looked for him and found Count Max in his room. like Adam at the beginning of time. You can rely on it!" The grounds keeper looked around and hesitated. Your Grace. the butler. Your most obedient servant. the Countess did not open the note immediately. yet also a bit abrupt man. Two workers actually came by. appeared and received his unpleasant news. in order to finance his travelling. Command me. and the grounds keeper was only able to hand over his note to the Countess with great difficulty.Mozart on His Journey to Prague "Sir. One after another of the servants. our master had taken out his notebook." "So be it! I will wait here in the meantime. Count Max cut him off with. while the grounds keeper never left his side. It was the Count who had brought over a niece and her fiancé.org/mozart. a young rich Baron.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . reached into his pocket. The tree has been selected by the Count for a festivity. The unfortunate incident has happened. With the sincerest remorse. He waited and waited. the Lieutenant. "I'm coming right away. the old and the young Count. an unfortunate fellow in your paradise. providing him with the required instructions. I will not let you go before this incident is reported and before you tell me how it happened. but he had no money with him. thinking that he might be waiting for a tip. In the meantime.." He handed the note. he asked for the young Count – the latter was supposed to be changing at the moment. to see to things and to give her orders. "Hell and damnation!" shouted the stocky. now the festivities were to continue here in the company of a few relatives where Eugenie had found a second home and where she was treated like a daughter. the chambermaid. and I cannot even blame Eve for it. which he had folded up rather clumsily. W. the valet. he http://raptusassociation. In order to prevent the grounds keeper from saying anything about the upcoming festivities which should still remain a secret. The Holy Inquisitor had barely left when a carriage could be heard rolling into the courtyard of the palace. Since the mother of the latter had not been able to leave her home for years. I believe what I see. "that is outrageous! A Viennese musician. The fruits have been counted. on his way to Prague. talking to the Baron. and I am responsible for them. you say? Probably one of those scoundrels who.A. who at present is surrounded by the graces and amorettes of a canopy bed in the village inn and is innocently sleeping there. the engagement festivities had been held there today. and I will deliver to Your Grace in person an account of my – to me inexplicable – misdeed. loaded the tree up and carried it away. steals whatever comes in handy?". Mozart. but rather hurried on with her business without paying much attention to the grounds keeper's words. "Pardon. he started to write with pencil: "Most gracious Lady! Here I sit. he does not exactly look like that. Now one could see that everyone in the palace was moving about in the corridors and on the staircases. removed a white sheet from it and. good-natured. and it is supposed to be transported there immediately. hurried by him. The Countess had returned somewhat earlier with her son Max. from the neighbouring mansion.

are so little a stranger in our home that I can dare say that the name Mozart will hardly be uttered more enthusiastically than here. Thus he started to gather his belongings and wanted to leave. an urgent message was delivered from the inn that the table had already been set for some time and that he should come immediately. if you think so. had spent quite some time with writing. relax." "What's the use of it now.prisoner. while they were hurrying to the staircase. for Eugenie's day!" "Certainly!" replied Max. "the gap on the tree can easily be closed. "the outrageous man has ripped off a bitter orange from the tree that I had selected as a present for Eugenie. and Max can forget about his poem!" "O no!." "That is impossible. but rather declared his desire to have the pleasure of his and his wife's company at least for this midday meal and also for this evening. My niece sings and plays the piano and spends nearly all day at it. as well. as the inn's messenger requested. he said. the composer! We have to go down right away and ask him upstairs! – I am just afraid that he might be gone by now! what must he think of us! You. our quasi.. treated him with courtesy? What has happened. anymore! I have told you a thousand times. the both of you. when the two gentlemen appeared in the arboretum. with his loud voice. I will take you by your word – . Coincidence could not have brought a better present. I hope." said the excited lady.. the Countess entered and exclaimed. since nobody returned.Mozart on His Journey to Prague is also very haughty. The Count welcomed him. as friendly and as graciously as you possibly can! I want him to stay tonight if that can be somehow arranged. If you cannot find him in the park anymore. knows your works by heart and has the greatest desire to see you closer than it was possible for her last winter at a concert in Vienna. Since we will be going to Vienna soon for a couple of http://raptusassociation. would not accept any excuses. at one point." "I am certain of it!" "Well. to the contrary. almost as cordially as an old acquaintance. the open note in her hand. and receive the good man.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . Velten. "Do you know who is downstairs? For God's sake. "You. "do not worry about the poem! The ninth muse shall not suffer altogether. read the note – Mozart from he began pacing back and forth anxiously. Go. we may yet turn this mishap around to our particular advantage. a bigger surprise. that. so we shall treat this culprit with all the honours due to him!" While all of this took place in the palace. He calls himself Moser. I told Franz to keep an eye on him. Papa! And". Come quick. the damage cannot be repaired. However. the front gate should remain locked at all times. whose previous anger did not completely vanish at the prospect of a visit by the famous man. He is waiting downstairs for a reply. my dear maestro. leave that to me. I ask you? Even if I have him locked up now. look for him at the inn and bring him here with his wife. anyway?" "Happened?" replied her husband. fairly unconcerned with the outcome of the matter. "that was my first thought. The prank could have been prevented had you only taken the necessary precautions in time!" At this! Our planned fun has all been for nothing now.

she arranged everything that needed to be arranged. Today he had an especially joyful occasion to present his skill. paid. http://raptusassociation. and we shall take care of your further transportation!" The composer did not ponder this very long since he was generally inclined to sacrifice ten times more than was asked of him in this case. The first part of their conversation was only too willingly carried by the well-disposed host. he would have to continue his journey as planned. where you can be found off and on. seemed to be worthy of her in every respect. She re-packed. Her blond hair and her forehead were adorned with a string of precious pearls. dismissed the coachman. Götz(6) and and God knows if your return journey will bring you back here. at a time at which German poetry was not yet held in esteem in higher circles. he had acquired some skill in and earned praise for the lightness of his German poems which he had written after the examples of Hagedorn. He found Madame Mozart chatting with the daughter of the innkeeper at the set table where she had already eaten a bowl of soup. and accompanied her escort to the Count's palace. In the meantime. He knew French literature and. With unpretentious cheerfulness. with her fiancé. she has been promised an invitation of some relatives of ours to Prince Gallizin. and she was dressed festively in a carmouisin. Refreshments were served which our traveller did not decline in the least. But now you are going to Prague and will very likely not return for some time.Mozart on His Journey to Prague weeks. only slightly older than she and of a silk gown with precious embroidery." but not a real inclination towards soldiering. sincere creature. herself. made her toilette without too much fuss. levelheaded and skilfully. She was too used to her husband's inclination towards serendipity and to his surprise decisions to show more concern at the appearance of the young officer. open character.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . He happily agreed to spend the rest of the day with them. Of this young man we can report that he had inherited from his mother and his father a cheerful disposition and that he had a great love for the "beautiful sciences. a blossoming. as an officer. yet he had. the latter found himself most comfortably and cordially entertained. He left. After a short while he met Eugenie. however. the next morning. and a carriage was to follow him right away. not even being able to guess in what manner her husband had introduced himself there. who entertained everyone with his little jokes and anecdotes in his loud manner. The Baron. Count Max asked for the pleasure of picking up Frau Mozart and of making the necessary arrangements at the inn. such friendly invitations that offered some distraction were always to his liking. most graceful. Put in a day of rest today and tomorrow! We shall send your carriage on its way. acquired a certain knowledge and good manners.

carried by the inspiring wings of her muse. Mozart was ostensibly surprised. Franziska. She kept smiling. every day. that came from her lips. where it is as with our dear sun that prefers to best praise itself. Besides. and the feeling of this moment. the only one of this kind she would." – With that he took her hand and kissed it sincerely. The tender red complexion of Eugenie's face changed to extreme paleness for two mere seconds. he stepped towards her and commented right from his heart. all of a sudden. believe me.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Mozart accompanying the soprano Catterina Cavalieri (ps. in Vienna. with the first tone. At this moment. filled Eugenie with an irresistible feeling of being deeply moved which can sometimes arouse while everyone is warmed by it so well! Listening to such singing makes one feel as happy as an infant in the bathtub: it begins to laugh and is full of wonder and does not know of any greater happiness in this world. of Franziska Cavalieri) Vienna. who had been bound to the bride by ties of friendship from early childhood on. Museen der Stadt Someone had opened the pianoforte – the score to "The Marriage of Figaro" lay open. and the young lady began. so unadulterated and sincere. The man's graciousness and friendliness. followed by new guests who had been expected: a noble family that was closely related to the host family and that lived nearby. here. Madame Mozart entered. carried her along justifiably. not any less than his honourable verdict on her talent. When she had ended. however. Welcoming words were exchanged. the Viennese guests were introduced. ever have in her life. and her eyes wanted to fill with tears. all inhibition fell off her. http://raptusassociation. to sing Susanna's aria from that garden scene(7) in which we can inhale sweet passion in a current such as the mild air of a summer's night.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . everybody duly embraced and congratulated each other. dear child. perhaps. and Mozart sat down by the pianoforte. accompanied by her fiance. a man like myself cannot hear his own work performed so purely. He played a passage from the concerto of his which Eugenie was practising on at present. "what shall I say. with a daughter. feeling secure.

it was surely not easy to resist the many thoughts about this miraculous man that crossed their minds. in short. Whatever was already on the table and what still followed. almost stiff position. and which I am now lacking more than ever in this very moment. everyone else filled the remaining seats and all eleven of them formed a lively dinner party. who soon charmed him with her wit and cheerful manner. At his one side was sitting a small elderly lady. The Countess observed by herself that most listeners. and to tap the classical man on his shoulder and to say. In their immediate observation of the composer in his simple. dear Mozart!' Barely has the word been spoken that it goes through the room like wildfire. on the invitation of the housewife. Partly on the table. from a similar one in a public place. It was one of those brilliant pieces in which pure beauty puts itself. with the distinguished guest sitting opposite bride and bridegroom. and inadvertently produced some laughter. did him some honour. 'you are a devil of a fellow. They all took their graciously assigned places. nourished from several sides. covered by the more deliberate playful forms and by a multitude of bright lights. painted with figurines. the gay sparkle of which usually only crowned the second part of such a festivity. Until this moment the general conversation. The walls of the dining salon were decorated with festoons. Now. After the maestro had risen. maybe not even excluding Eugenie. in such a manner that the work poured out its beautiful pathos almost only in a hidden fashion. stand closely behind your husband's chair. this was done. during the final chords of a brilliant fantasy. the familiar Imperial style. due to the immense gratification that lies in the immediate contact with the person and the genius of the artist within familiar domestic surroundings. maybe out of capriciousness. the incomparable one. his kind face. topped by wide bowls filled with natural fruits and flowers. presented this. an unmarried aunt of Franziska. What liberties do they not have. the convivial joker. at his other side the charming young niece herself. in spite of all of their enthralment and solemn silence during the enchanting performance. this is the great style. let alone can I find in any of my pockets any other brilliant bon mot!" The manner in which he. into the service of elegance. and how convenient it is to. which greeted them with a festive perfume of flowers and some cooler air that would not harm their appetites. from the darkest red to the most yellowish-white. partly from the serving table. "what did he say to him?' – 'That he is a devil of a fellow. of course. for example. Frau Konstanze was seated between the host and the kindly young Count who had fetched her. for which I have always envied the Josephs and the Friedrichs. the lower end of the table remained empty. On the long table stood two large porcelain centerpieces.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . promised a rich. "How lucky are kings and emperors when it comes to adequately praising a famous artist! Everything that comes out of their mouths naturally has to be unique and significant. festive meal. centred around diverse http://raptusassociation. blinked the glass of the most exquisite drinks. however. the company moved to the decorated round dining salon. that is what he told him!' And everybody who fiddles. the Count said. between bowls and platters. still had to divide their attention between the impressions their ears and their eyes received simultaneously. though. in the rounded movement of his little hands. directed to Madame Mozart.Mozart on His Journey to Prague The effect of such a performance in a small circle such as this differs. yet in every movement it displayed its genuine nobility. is beside himself because of this one word. plays and composes. in which I would desperately need it and cannot find it.

html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . to a Royal garden. A memory from my boyhood played a role in it. On the day before our departure. to the sheer delight of the dining party. canopied gallery. the "Weißes Roß" (White Horse). I had performed twice in the Conservatory and also at several other occasions. as they called themselves. In this I do not play the most honourable part. However. now. "In God's name. since the Count had already alluded more generally in the beginning. in short. he told them in all honesty what we already know. "Now. you should also know how it happened that such an old silly fool as I am could forget himself in this way. to the left. “As a thirteen-year-old boy(8). charming Queen Karolina and two princesses. the Villa reale. and now more particularly. so that some of the guests quietly chuckled and others tried in vain to figure out in their minds what the Count was referring to. I travelled to Italy with my father in the spring of 1770. "I will get to hear nice things about you!" He explained that he had left his wife behind in the village inn. as you will see. and by a hair I would now not sit here but rather in the Count's dungeon and could only look at the spider webs with an empty stomach. Italy http://raptusassociation. may also face some well." he where a company of Sicilian comedians were performing – figli di Nettuno (9). he led us. the walls of which were greeted by the softly splashing waves of the sea. that he had promenaded in the park. which is situated at the magnificent road by the seaside.earned mockery! I have certainly profited from the incident. even the level-headed Eugenie could not help shaking with laughter. causing our famous friend to come right out with it. However. Right in front of us we saw Mount Vesuvius. a softly curved beach beckoned. let me confess. in the company of several other gentlemen.Mozart on His Journey to Prague topics. among the spectators were even the young. "in what manner I had the honour of making the acquaintance of your noble house. we sat on a long row of benches in the shade of a long. followed by the unlucky incident in the arboretum and his precarious dealings with the grounds keeper. The laughter did not seem to find an end. The nobility and the clergy honoured us with many favours. sunny sky. The sea in its many shades of blue marvellously reflected the blue." "Well. We went from Rome to Naples. to Mozart's unique adventure in his garden." said Madame Mozart." he began.” Naples. "the saying goes: he who ends up benefiting from a precarious situation. Especially attached to us became a certain Father who liked to be known as a connoisseur and who had some influence at the Court.

approached. the second part of the performance. added on to each other like a garland. the other. were partly engaged in rowing and partly amusing themselves with an equal number of graceful girls. dances. We could not admire the agility of both sides enough. the orchestra of which played at the promenade. it had taken place on a stage of dry wooden boards that were mounted as a float on the water. in ever increasing speed. With this began an enchanting little drama. hardly any of them ever missed. One of the maidens began by lightly throwing across a few bitter oranges that were caught elegantly on the other bark. The others served her willingly. accompanied the rhythm with the nods of her head. during all of this. Saltarelli (Italian dances).” “In the meantime. One of these young girls who was sitting in the middle on top of the front cover of the bark and who was engaged in winding wreaths of flowers. next to the rowing benches.” “From appropriate distances. a sweet. The boats also slowly turned around by about thirty steps each. Sometimes it looked like a literal cross-fire.” “Since more girls joined the game of throwing bitter oranges. held a canvass over her to protect her from the sun and handed her flowers from a basket. and thrown back in likewise fashion. excelled all others in beauty and build as well as in her adornment and costume. was equipped with a slender mast and a sail and was beautifully painted. a bit larger than the other. Canzonia ballo (dance songs). accompanied by music. more of these fruits flew back and forth. On this bark one could only see young men. an entire Quodlibet. soon thereafter each front in diagonal position. however. The beauty in the middle did not take part in this fight.” “As pleasantly as the eye was entertained.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . twenty-four balls were constantly in the air. so were these latter in sea green. The one. as if she was asking if such a present would be welcomed by them. Five good-looking young men. They halted at the sight of the lovely young girls. held it up mischievously. took place directly in the water and featured various boat performances. It was as if they were moving through the air by a special force and that they magnetically landed in open hands. swimming and diving performances and stuck in my memory in all details. but rather watched eagerly from her chair. which was nothing special. its tip golden. The young men who were dressed in red looked rather sinister. supporting the singing of the others with her playing. innocent girl. but in the confusion one believed to see even more. was covered halfway and. two slender. and the lover even seemed somewhat rough to me. As the former young men were dressed in bright red. The most cheerful of the girls took a rose from her bosom. about my age. waved their greetings and indicated that they would like to become acquainted with them. to which they received obvious replies in the form of appropriate gestures from the other side. equally lovely were to the ear the accompanying melodies: Sicilian songs. It might only have been yellow balls which were painted in such a way as to resemble those fruits. the riders of both of which were seemingly engaged in a pleasure ride. A basketful of oranges stood on the ground. The younger princess. sometimes the balls flew high up into the air. however. soon the flanks of the boats faced each other. Also this exquisite beauty did not lack a protector. lightly built barks approached each other. but they could not do anything when several of 'their' girls agreed to at least throw some food and drink over to the poor devils in the other bark. barely however. both protector and beauty acted somewhat indifferently toward each other. I can still see her smile http://raptusassociation.Mozart on His Journey to Prague “The first part of the performance was over. somewhat more modestly decorated bark. A girl flautist sat at their feet. representing their lovers.

even in his most cheerful mood! Am I not right? Is not the entire grace of 'Figaro' perfectly reflected in this story?" The bridegroom was ready to convey this remark to the composer when the latter continued. started to unfold: out of it stepped a rosy boy with silver wings. they approached the peninsula. did not hesitate for one moment. as I. this was done so vigorously that the swimmers who tried to follow their conquered boat. and. happily re-joining their lovers on their big ship. Their fruitless anger. embraced and kissed her who. vanished for minutes beneath the water. and to the amazement of everyone. The noblest of these boys.” “At this moment the sail that had. All of a sudden.” “Let me still explain the continuing plot of the drama. In the meantime.built swimmers chasing after one fleeing fish that was dancing on the waves. however. and jumped into the sea. green and golden-coloured fish could be seen in the net. chests or chins. While the throwing game slowly came to an end and while only a few balls still flew through the air. They." whispered Eugenie to the Baron with sparkling eyes during a break in which everyone expressed their delight with the story. the 'greens' followed. however." "I think. even if he was. armed boat was waiting for them in ambush. equipped with bow. one of whom even held the golden fish high up with his left hand. built like the god Mercury. more powerful. popped up here and there between the swimmers' legs. with the exception of one. which is also a perfect analogy to Mozart's spirit. The betrayed team of the 'reds' swam back as quickly as possible. quick as lightning. where a large.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . but it slid out of their hands as if it was a real fish and fell into the the fearful shrieking of the girls. of course to the great noise of the girls' shrieking. while the girls gathered their golden apples and put them back in the basket. once they realized that the fish would not sink into the water but remain floating on the surface. due to their depleted strength. sought refuge on the simple bark that was left behind. then he lifted it up. green. been tied down loosely. changed its character – all this was beautiful beyond description. "that we have been following an enacted symphony from beginning to end. "It had been seventeen years now that I have seen Italy. arrow and quiver. and held it under water for a short while. hot-temperedly slung her arms around him. however. When I closed my http://raptusassociation. knitted net. Who does not remember it for the rest of his life after he has seen it. on board the other boat where the girls had been left entirely by themselves. seemed the presence of the godhead in urging his team on to get away. well. they were chased away from their own boat by the 'greens' hitting at them with the rudders and other weapons. Encouraged by a small signal. – With this. the other party saw their advantage and climbed. The other boys eagerly approached to grab the fish. and thus one saw twelve agile. seemingly enchanted by the miracle. in a graceful position he freely balanced on the mast. far from joining the shrieking of her girlfriends. a mere boy when he visited! The memory had seldom revisited my mind as lively as today in your park. the 'greens' had reached a lushly vegetated peninsula. joyfully approached the most beautiful girl. the comedy was over. even if it is not directly related to today's incident! One can hardly imagine anything prettier.Mozart on His Journey to Prague and the long lashes of her eyes. and the audience broke out into stormy enthusiasm. blue. This had been used as a deliberate ploy to entice the 'reds' to leave their boat. thus far. All rudders were being put to work again. one of the boys on the other boat had almost playfully taken hold of a wide. just when the 'reds' were the most eager to catch it. soon gave up. especially Naples?. their desperate pleadings. suddenly. almost drowning in the general state of alarm of the water and of the music that had. a large. the violent resistance some of them put up against their conquerors. In the face of such overwhelmingly threatening circumstances the greens could do nothing but hoist a white flag as a sign that they were willing to negotiate in good faith. and soon one saw all girls. the sail caught wind.

Zerline's dance was vividly in my mind in this. one always replacing the other. I let it be and did not get back to it in the greater context of this work. childlike tune. "The matter. supposed to come up with it. an hour later. bright and clear! Sea and shore. entirely new to that's what it had to be. when we travelled in the carriage. I thought. I caught a motive that could not be more suitable and which I would not have found at any other time. in any other manner. the bird's head is only – soto-say – showing. what is going on here? This seems to be a devilishly cute thing! I took a closer look – just imagine! there is Masetto! there is Zerlina(10) !" – He glanced laughingly at Madame Mozart who immediately understood him. Today. I could not find the right idea for it. An artist's experiences can sometimes be of the most peculiar nature. foreign and familiar. "is very simple. almost 'tailored' for its purpose – yet. an entire rosary of joyful melodies paraded before my mind. In my second Act (11) I still missed a small light interlude." he continues. like a fresh bouquet of flowers. All of a sudden. bubbling with joy. As one can never really force anything and since such trifles have the tendency of taking care of themselves. Two months ago. the text occurred to me again briefly before we entered the village. – Hold on. mountain and city. when I was. a little dance tune jumped out. and those of the maidens and fellows in the choir. I did not know that anything would come of it. An 18th-century design by Moritz von Schwind for the opera "The Marriage of Figaro" http://raptusassociation. and the beautiful country around the Bay of Naples appeared right before my very eyes. so far.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . let us not get ahead of ourselves here. but never had any melody occurred to me on the basis of such a prank! For a melody. the colourful crowd of spectators at the promenade and then the wondrous game of all balls being thrown back and forth! I thought I heard once again the same music.Mozart on His Journey to Prague eyes – the heavenly country appeared right before me. it has not entirely left the eggshell yet – but I at once continued to get that little bird free. in the arboretum by the fountain. Well. A simple. in 6/8 rhythm." A group of musicians accompanying the bridal procession. a duet with chorus at a countryside wedding. chronologically. I also heard the interchanging voices of the bride and bridegroom at the country wedding.

che fatte all'amore. he had been the one asking the questions. two small myrtle trees were set beside it. "Patience for one more moment. and that not without reason. and that she had the singing voice of an angel. by God. che fatte all'amore." (Young girls. a bridal song. had its black rain of ashes. at the same time. stood. che passi l'età. very beautiful and kindness herself. Madame Mozart could not help herself but to interrupt him and to vehemently reassure them that. and you will be in for some good fun. Do not let the right time (for love) pass you by. The remedy you can see right here! La la la! What pleasure there will be! La la la.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . I must admit. hilarious denials followed between husband and wife. who is a bit nosy by nature." he said. – "Be it as it may.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Here Mozart started merrily to sing the beginning of the song: "Giovinette. my dear little wife. even the entire beauty of Parthenope(12) . next to which the uncle. What a devil he was! Hardly anyone else has ever frightened me more! An iron face – not unlike that of the cruel Roman Emperor Tiberius! When he had left I asked myself. on fire. a porcelain plate which. producing much laughter. the catastrophe could not have come more as a surprise to me than his approach. if you will accept it as I pretty well counted on protection from the ladies of the house. 'sit down at once. At that point. had the fat woman at the inn tell her everything there is to know about the members of the Count's family. My nemesis was already lurking behind the hedge and now appeared in the form of a man in blue servants' uniform. explain truthfully what happened. on that divine evening by the sea. he handed his neatly written score of the little song across the table to Eugenie. what may his master be like?' However. che piacer che sarà! Ah la la! Ah la la usf. looking mischievously. Per Dio (13) !. quite to the contrary. and found a neat sheet of green lined paper. covered spectators and actors. write the little song down as far as you can. 'if the servant looks like that. it occurred to me that this might help me out of my present predicament! I told myself. and that in my presence. however. at its mossy bottom. my child!" On his command the double door of the salon opened up wide. in the front. Il remedia vedete lo quà! La la la! La la la! Che piacer. vi bulica il core. I was standing next to them and so I heard – ". covered by a napkin. to which arose general http://raptusassociation. Non lasciate. one on each side. etc.) "In the meantime. che passi l'età! Se nel seno vi bulica il core. I vaguely heard something about a sweet 'foster daughter' who was supposed to be a bride. once the cloth napkin was lifted. An eruption of Mount Vesuvius. born to love. showed the cut-up orange.' Said and done! I had enough time. but her uncle's hand snatched it up before her and he exclaimed. composed on the spur of the moment. – And here is the product! I put it into these beautiful hands. and a few servants entered ceremoniously and quietly carried in the fateful bitter orange tree and put it on a bench near the far end of the dining table. my hands had committed the crime. born to love. The stem of the orange tree had attached to it a plate on which the bride was described as the owner of the tree. "in short." With this. pass you by! If your heart is on fire. stuck the master's autograph. For my Stanzel here.

just have a look – I have to present it in the way as it is done in comedies. she represented a peculiarly naive opposing force in that society. calling his own a most excellent wife. the original woman with her healthy principles and outlook was able to defend her views. and later it was lovingly tended to by her children and grandchildren. the young lady looked at the tree and then at her uncle. "that we have presented to you some kind of substitute? That would be something else! No. Her repeated stays in France brought her in touch with the famous court of Louis XIV and with the most important men and women of this remarkable era. For twenty-five years. Renate Leonore by name." "So you think. http://raptusassociation. During her uninhibited participation in the constantly changing. and the correspondence she left behind shows many traces of the fact with how much frankness and hearty quick-wittedness. in which long-lost. the most lovingly written letters of the said Marquise and her daughter to their honest friend from Austria could be found in an ebony chest after her death. Her lively interest in all those who frequented the house of a Ninon(14) . the very heart of the finest education of her mind was of such a nature that it did not harm her friendship with one of the noblest ladies of that era.Mozart on His Journey to Prague jubilation. which was reflected in her strong features in the painting that still existed of her. the beginning of which was not far removed in time from the time in which our harmless story takes place. literature and politics or any other matter. Next to many a witty note Chapelle (16) addressed to the great old lady of the house." replied the latter. Now. In addition to its sentimental value. having been honoured with the confidence of two regents in a row. "I thought it could not be saved. "that Eugenie does not know what is standing in front of her: She no longer recognizes her old favourite in its new attire. she never denied in word and deed her inherited German steadfastness of character and her moral strength. her amazement." she said. you must have noticed that a hundred times. The uncle's grandfather. Look at this outgrowth! and here this cross-shaped crack. her emotion and her joy were indescribable. an era of which we could not retain any truly praiseworthy legacy and that also nourished a disastrous future. With this tree was connected for the family the over 100-year-old memory of an excellent woman who well deserves to be remembered here by us. well-known through the merits of his diplomatic work with the government in Vienna. Flabbergasted. Madame de Sévigné(15) ." said the Countess. It was also Madame de Sévigné from whom this lady received the branch of a blooming bitter orange tree. handed to her at a festival at Trianon. she was able to watch its growth. and to expose the weaknesses of this society without in the least making a nuisance of herself.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . this tree could also serve as a living symbol of the finer attractions that an almost idolized era had to offer. on a garden terrace. is this your old tree or not?" – She could no longer doubt it. Due to her moral outlook. whether she discussed religious matters. was not any less fortunate in his own family. sophisticated attractions this life style had to offer. which the poet had written on sheets of paper that had borders of silver flowers printed on them. "It can't be possible. with all it new fruits!". She potted this branch immediately and took the safely growing little plant back with her to Germany. presumed-dead sons or brothers prove their identities with their birth-marks or "I almost believe.

The content of the verses is approximately this:. After a period of long and desperate waiting. her fingers touched the lifeless stem and the bristling tips of its branches.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Eugenie was the one who cherished this legacy of her excellent ancestress the most so that her uncle often remarked that it should go to her. as a wedding gift for her by Mother Earth. they grew and grew. revitalized and bearing fruit once more. Why. a proud neighbour next to the Spring. he postponed his joy for several weeks until today's festivity. Rejoiced at them himself. facing his cousin. the most noble. she came home too late. All the more painful was it for the young lady when. The tree no longer saw or recognized its nurturing. The Count. rose from his chair. Phoebus – as the poem ends – Phoebus counted the fruits. and his hope that he would be able to some day surprise his niece by presenting to her her 'old friend'. after a short time. round fruits to grow. enchanted yet shy. three times three. Roses and lilies in their full bloom looked up to her. would stay on the tree. however. beloved maiden. had always hoped to be destined for this. has been fulfilled beyond all expectations. The myrtle tree tried to comfort it in vain and tried to teach it patience by its own example. An offspring of the much-praised tree of the Hesperides of the Lieutenant took the time to revise his poetic contribution for the occasion of the festive presentation and to slightly alter the character of the somewhat serious verses by writing a different ending so as to adjust it to the changed circumstances. Apollo heard the voice of his daughter. how flowed her tender wailing!. which she did not spend here. some of which had already ripened considerably. however. What more – the Divine also caused beautiful. a maiden was found who it would be allowed to set its eyes on. since the custom with which a bride was presented with a gift of her own kind. the garden.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] .. causing young leaves to unfold. and over which the three melodic nymphs held watch. the gardener soon considered the tree a lost cause. bushes and trees waved their good-luck wishes: oh. Now he pulled out his sheet of paper. after the number of the nine sisters. approached her and looked at her grief with compassion. had been passed on to the mortals by the Gods. had aroused its jealousy by threatening to rob the talented beauty's desire for the love of men. However. but for the one. Due to the fact that the cause for this could not be found and since no remedy that was tried seemed to work. in the spring of last year. having grown on a western island in the garden of Juno. and not much needs to be said now in order to express with what emotions the uncle saw his happiness almost being crushed in the last moment by the deed of a stranger. How she cried out. He arrived. had the tree treated secretly in a separate room according to certain mysterious recommendations and remedies as they are often used by peasant folk. then white open blossoms here and there in divine splendour. The village. Already before the meal was served. the constant absence of the beloved brought it much grief and made it so ill that it was bound to die. even though the natural life span of the tree would still promise a life of two or three times the number of years than its present age. their youthful green changing to gold. The summer brought its beloved back. With his all-healing hands he touched the tree so that it shook from its very roots. the tree began to slowly die with its leaves turning yellow and many branches dying off. Overcoming his impatience and not without being worried if the fruits. began to read. at that moment http://raptusassociation. the Laurel tree of the muses. and that with her heart changed for the better. and. From afar. the dried-up sap inside of it swelled on. the little place. She behaved graciously toward it and often spent time around it. everything received her joyfully.

"And." she exclaimed. It is a spirited poem. He who dives his head's golden curls Into the Castalian floods. And who dwells at Patars' shadowed shore. explain to us what is written beneath the picture.".." "Beautiful. in a remote small room of the palace. truly beautiful. The Berlin poet Ramler (17) has recently rendered this piece in German excellently. instead. barely noticed. which she did without much resistance. "Quite right. "that there is nothing new under the sun! Here's a scene from the Golden Age – and have we not just seen it today? I sure hope that Apollo will recognize himself in this situation. And that is not enough – there. beautiful one. and gladly forgiven was the baroque turn of the story that virtually took away the initial impression of an overly serious emotional whole.". at the old Satyr in the bush who is eavesdropping on him! One could swear that Apollo is just remembering a longforgotten Arcadian dance that Chiron had taught him to play on the Zither in his youth!".org/mozart.. Just listen to this one marvellous passage: " – -he. just bending thoughtfully over the holy spring. it is the olive-tree that had been consecrated to him. the God of tunes Took possession of the juiciest one: "Let us divide you. "Marvellous!" said Max triumphantly. who is not carrying an unused bow. "Max. Franziska. as for example. just look. he will shut this loose mouth with a thousand kisses!" With that he grabbed her by her arm and swore not to let go of her until she offered him her lips. "That's right!" applauded Franziska who stood behind Mozart. under glass and frame. "What I have always heard must be true.Mozart on His Journey to Prague His mouth began to water." "Not at all! those fruits are the most beautiful oranges! In a moment." would simply mean: who has always been http://raptusassociation." she continued. whose wit had already been sparked at several occasions by the host or by Mozart. "Those are verses from an Ode of Horace. "do you also notice the fruit-laden branch that is bending down to the god?". With a smile. while she put the etching up on the table. "here we have him. "only here and there it needs an explanation. And for Amor this – this cut!" The poet received enthusiastic applause." asked the Countess." said the Count. the beautiful god. quickly rushed from the room and returned with a large brown English etching that had hung. addressing him.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . he will pluck one absentmindedly.. who is not carrying an unused bow On his shoulders! He who dwells in Delos' green motherly pastures. "Quite contrary. " – -he.

Mozart brought out a toast in the honour of Franziska's elderly aunt. will be lost in their later transcription. namely their spontaneity and and has good reason for it." laughed Franziska. the men began to feel the wine." "I will not hope so – why?" "Eugenie envies her friend. Our Signor Bonbonniere*! http://raptusassociation. best Mozart. he came up with a few rhymes.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] ." "Apollo will have to take care. such things cannot be written down in a story very well. which promised him a number of reciprocative 'immortal works'. However. as well. I wish he did! May he have Mozart's braid including his most beautiful band right with it. All of them. At least as far as I know! Count." "Very well. But never fear. and they should also not be repeated here since that what makes them irresistible at the moment in a generally heightened mood." said Mozart and loudly tapped his glass. by the grace of his momentary inspiration: May the Gods give him strength For pleasant works – Max (continuing) br> Of which neither da Ponte Nor the great Schikaneder(18) – Mozart I am still the composer here. Amongst other jovialities. what I meant to say. With this. then. Baron. However. the Count began to sing. I sincerely wish." "Well. "how he would dive into the Castalian floods gracefully with his new French hairdo!" With this and similar jokes the merriment and frolicking increased. you have noticed my weakness: But what will the bridegroom say?" "Once or twice I will overlook it. to his own amazement. and Mozart fell into his habit of speaking in rhymes. either. we will take this opportunity. in which the Lieutenant successfully competed with him and the father of the house did not want to be left out. By and by. you sow weed between two tender hearts. many times the glasses were lifted and somebody's health was toasted to. shall that Major scoundrel of an Italian Still live to see. with great strength and sure of his intonation. – "À la bonne heure! I am game!. as long as this god here does not lend me his face and his golden hair. then.Mozart on His Journey to Prague an active fiddler.

its content. heading for Franziska to persuade her to a little dance. also increased the party's exuberant and the elderly aunt had enough sense of humour to also join in at the appropriate moments with her somewhat weak and aged soprano voice.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Antonio Salieri (*This was what. he also requested and received from her the promised kiss. Evening had arrived. Mozart danced the last dance with the bride. in which the music itself is of a secondary nature. In time. with our friend first giving the signal by getting up from the piano.) Due to the Count's enthusiasm for singing. When. while Max willingly picked up the violin. with its abrupt transition. The Count. among his friends. http://raptusassociation. and the sun was almost setting. a promise that he held when he returned to Vienna.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . now it also became rather pleasant outside and therefore the Countess suggested to the ladies to relax in the park for a while. and in doing so he also referred to the delicacy of his physical appearance. which visibly rejuvenated her. everyone took a turn and even Franziska's elderly aunt did not refuse Max's offer to join her for a minuet. Later. Mozart promised to write down their little work of art. Mozart called his colleague Salieri who was always eating candy wherever he went. this ad-hoc-trio took up the last four lines and repeated them in a canon. As much as everyone enjoyed the delightful little piece. at last.

since it has to do with a little prank that I have planned.Mozart on His Journey to Prague however. at the village and at the country road. "I will tell you something that you absolutely have to hear. and all of them sat down in chairs that they had found there as if waiting for them. From there they could look out into the open fields. I want to present to the young Countess. since Mozart was very fond of this game. Thus the company divided into two groups." said the Countess. invited the gentlemen to the billiard room. "Wouldn't it be nice to sit here for a while comfortably. that it can only be of particular interest because of the story behind it." http://raptusassociation. the bride. "while Madame Mozart would tell us something about herself and about her husband?" Konstanze Mozart Madame Mozart agreed It is so little an object of luxury or fashion. After they had promenaded leisurely up and down the main alley for a while. The last rays of the autumn sun blinked through the vines.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . they climbed a round hill that was halfway fenced in by a vine railing. and we shall follow the women. a very special gift.

but these are always the occasions when the people. towards the race way! We have already become acquainted a bit. Half an hour after the doctor had left. given about as much thought to as a five-year old little boy. The Kommerzienrat. my cane. so far. A new cane was bought that remained faithful for a bit longer. You may believe it or not. also on how nature had intended that we eat. we had hardly ever seen him in such bright spirits and in such an even-tempered mood. he was very irritable and feverish. Professionals and civil servants. honourable citizens stand together in groups in front of St. The lecture was very impressive. went very late to a musical soirée to please a few curious travellers – it was supposed to be just for an hour. The patient did not adhere to this well-meant regimen. his new companion did not return home with him. all of them carry their canes with them when they go for a walk outside of the city with their families on Sunday. and I hope that our new bond will last forever!'" "The new bond did not last very long. "At least it might be the inkwell of a famous man. Eugenie" said Franziska.' he said. their patient demeanour. always complaining. I decided to be seriously cross with him all day. when they were out together for the third time. and almost a recluse. on proper breathing. tired from working all day. It was at that time when he. as he solemnly promised me. once he is sitting at the pianoforte and is in his element. Never had one yet seen a cane in Mozart's hand. in vain. abuse his generosity the most. and walks in fresh air outside of the city. and totally contrary to his daily habits." "'You see. On that occasion. Pyrmont mineral water. "Not too far off! You shall see it within the hour. and I attributed Mozart's steadfast adherence – for an entire three weeks – to his recommended regimen. I sent our servant there twice that night.-all very extraordinary concepts. when he goes to visit his cousin. It had belonged to my father and was a beautiful cane with a lapis lazuli handle. for there he then sits like the little man in the Montgolfiere. However. I mean mature men. a matter that Mozart had. merchants and he was very miserable at home. and on Phlogiston(19) . timeconsuming. would not want to miss their canes. I shall now begin with my story. the treatment was uncomfortable. where one can no longer hear the church bells. I had to laugh. which will go back in time a bit. to his bond with the walking cane. I have also noticed in particular how. it is in my suitcase. about fifteen minutes before mass starts. At three o'clock he finally came home. looking very thoughtfully at a walking cane that he had searched for and found among old treasures. I found my husband in his room. this did not last longer than that. Seeing this. To put it in a nutshell: there must lie a blessing and a special comfort in this somewhat trivial habit of theirs. never crosses the street without his cane. I would not have thought that he even remembered it. to walk with it across the bridge. a few things occurred to me. Stephen's Cathedral: they converse amicably and one can see how each of their quiet virtues. I can hardly wait to go out for my health walk with my good friend. each of them carries with him a well-used. I shall drink the mineral water and shall get lots of exercise by walking in fresh air. the doctor admonished him. and their contentment so-to-say lean onto their canes for support. 'I am about to get very serious with the course of my treatment. and he had to listen to a long sermon on the nature of the human body and its blood circulation. While still very gregarious in company. decent walking cane. and for this I shall use the cane. often even more than would have been natural. their industriousness and their sense of order." "The winter before last I was very anxious about the state of Mozart's health. he could not get through to his master. office managers. on the blood particles. indeed.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] .". There must be something to it that other people. The doctor recommended a diet. our neighbour. The benefits could also be seen right away." http://raptusassociation. drink and digest.Mozart on His Journey to Prague "What might that be. six miles above the ground. and I soon had my daily share of sorrows with him once again.

Barely catching his breath. she thought that he should rather stew for another while. rather. And if he just knew what additional sorrow she had been carrying around with herself for the last couple of days! – one of the worst of them. This this young artist from Rome had been hired by the opera house. Some would even go so far as contending that she had strung him along for a couple of months. somehow. as long as possible. Turning to the right from his apartment near the Schranne towards the arsenal. in a state of tipsiness. "You have taught me a lesson. On a blank sheet of paper. Quickly he got completely dressed so that he could leave the stuffy apartment. With a sigh. Signora Malerbi. a friend. he wrote a few lines in Italian. but not the walking cane. and greet me with your smile when I come home. a real crying ox that I am. he did not even realize how cold his wife received him at home. was indiscreet enough to tell the master about this malicious description of him by the singer. as must be admitted. worthy of a siren of her kind. where he climbed on to the Mölkerbastei towards the left and thereby conveniently missed coming across and having to talk to a few acquaintances who were just returning to the city. is printed on the title page of a piano work of the composer. There were few things that ever made Mozart as unhappy as when things did not run smoothly and amicably between him and his better half.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . When he woke up around mid-day from a heavy sleep. and without any doubt did her capricious charms win her the favour of our master. Through Mozart's intervention. whose days of glory had long been gone by that time. a bit caught up in his thoughts. as usual. was also to be present. especially of those now available for purchase). Without knowing of these domestic financial troubles. while in the company of a more fortunate admirer. towards the Schottentor (Scottish Gate). indeed. It did not please him at all. doubtless the best likeness of all portraits. but she did not let on. well drawn and etched. was similar to her helplessness. Now. our dear man walked – it was a warm. was all the more painful since. 'un piccolo grifo raso' (a little shaved pig's snout). She was already in bed. was not present. please don't be cross with me anymore. Only for a short while. I ask you. and you did it well. the revelation of which to him she dragged out. the young singer. His wife almost felt sorry for him. he enjoyed the excellent view from the embankment of the Mölkerbastei across the green plains of the Glacis and the suburbs towards the Kahlenberg (the northernmost hill of the Viennese Woods) to the north and towards the Styrian Alps to the south. I feel as if I want to join either the Carthusian or the Trappist monks. we may as well carry on for another while. Whether that was entirely true or exaggerated. He did not want to eat and he could not stay at home. When returning home from that event. coincidentally. at which the singer. It was entirely within her character that she called him. there is a kernel of truth in it (one would have to keep in one's mind a profile picture of Mozart. his heart was nevertheless heavy in a way that. he continued his walk along the Esplanade and then aimlessly towards the Alservorstadt suburb. he could not find his little wife and their two little boys at home. Enraged about this.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Here. across the so-called courtyard and by the Parish of Our Dear Lady. the table was neatly set for him alone. although a guard who was quietly parading up and down where the canons were posted did not bother him at all. The cash reserves were practically non-existent and there were no prospects for any earnings in sight. http://raptusassociation. which. I can tell you!" – Then he picked up his hat. as it was also the first proof he had of his protegee's heartlessness. with whom Madame Mozart rightfully took offence. Madame Mozart left out a few details. almost cloudless summer afternoon – casually. it is certain that afterwards she took liberties and behaved very ungratefully and even mocked her mentor. Since we have taken over from Frau Konstanze in telling this story. he told her about the insult and this honesty should serve as proof of his relative innocence in the entire acquaintance. For one must know that at said entertainment.

Mozart on His Journey to Prague At the end of the Währinger Gasse (Währing Road). he thought. he was attracted by the very neatness. was well known to the neighbours and to the country folk for his good merchandise and for the purity of his beer. a small house nearby a village. walked about a bit now and then and watched the activity at the bowling alley. so independent from other people?. in the fall. the rest of the time I could spend with my family. for which he had yearned all the time on his way home. a narrow room. put it back. either. talked friendly with the girl and began to look more closely at the merchandise. The girl who had to leave him alone several times to wait on the tables. a brush. he could not come to a decision. cellar and agricultural tools as well as cart-oil. was the rope. how carefully and conscientiously he had considered the prices. selected one. his wife. Not far from it. simple people and to forget his sorrows for a while urged our musician to enter the premises. you never know what might still happen. he was. no matter through what hard work these were earned! With my art. more interested in the farmer who still gave him much to think about even after he had left happily. He looked carefully at a few items. Since these items were closely related to the idyllic nature of his daydream. I would surely feel revived! Working diligently at my musical scores in the morning. a rope-maker. in addition to the usual wares of his trade. that he thought http://raptusassociation. holding on to his little son with one hand. once in a as well. A girl who was waiting on the guests at the tables and who also had to mind the store at the same time. when he praised himself for his prudent purchasing. always returned and did not grow tired of trying to help him in choosing the right item and yet she did not prattle on. in a nice part of the countryside. whose owner. do I have to live in conditions that reflect exactly the opposite of such an innocent. brightness and smoothness and even by the smell of some of the wooden tools. had stepped closer in order to buy a few items such as a fruit weighing scale. filled to capacity with merchandise. Would it not be wonderful to be so happy. was tending to a farmer who. and a whip. friends could come to visit us – what a bliss! Well. look at my small field. however. He sat down at a table that was sparsely overshadowed by some trees and joined a well-overseer and two other petits bourgeoises. scrutinized it. also some seeds such as dill and caraway seed. but otherwise the inn was rather quiet with only a good dozen patrons being present. Mozart observed all of this with great pleasure. even at a difference of only a few kreutzers. the boys and I could pick the pears from our trees. I could plant trees. at the side of the building. not sure of himself. in the end. I could make a trip to the city when one of my works would be staged. which. ordered a pint and participated lively in their trivial conversation. when all children would gather around and not let up until they knew if he had brought something for them.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . at other odd times. however. my lot is of a different nature which I would not trade with anyone. also displayed various wooden kitchen. picked up a second and a third and returned to the first one. at least for the moment. He went to the store. Noises could be heard from the bowling alley. Then he considered what it must be like when the farmer returned home to his wife. why. her calm manner and the seriousness in her pleasant features. A subconscious impulse to mingle with unassuming. would hurry to serve him a refreshing drink of their home-made cider. simple existence? If I only had a small property. relying only on oneself and on what blessings nature provided. As much as he liked the girl's sensible behaviour.maker's store. All of a sudden it occurred to him to select a few things for his wife. He had identified completely with the man and had felt how important was to him even the last little detail to be considered in his purchase. there was an inn with a bowling alley.

rather useful. he now considered that a large rake. He only found one of the three other patrons there who had sat there before. "And there is nobody who would interfere to set things right? Who would stop her cousin? Those scoundrels! Just wait. off with it. After that he returned to his table to finish his drink. namely the plumber. she has been serving her relative filing his own piece of iron?" "Oh. All the other items here that you helped me select you can bring to my house today or tomorrow. “You are right.” With that. looking after his entire business. is still buried deep in the mountain!" "She is a good soul. "that piece of iron. but it is not enough. he almost took everything back. however. a tall container with a beautifully carved handle." "What catch? Is he also poor?" "Both of them have saved up some money.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . well!" she retorted while hurrying on. it would be easy for the rope-maker to lend her the difference so that they could bid successfully. the restaurant. she had to discover that he had spent her money. Mozart. the store. however. and perfectly pitched inside. "How is it going. wider at the bottom than at the top. and through these he is putting all kinds of stumbling blocks in her young fellow's path. as well. the plumber asked her. he paid particular attention to the gardening tools." remarked the latter. ever since. Kreszenz? What is the locksmith doing? Is he not yet working in his own workshop. Very well suited for the kitchen was a beautiful selection of wooden items: spoons. I think. the sales girl laughingly remarked that the cane was not suitable for a gentleman. plates of all sizes as well as a simple salt container that could be hung up.Mozart on His Journey to Prague she might find nice and useful. however. I will get you for this!" The plumber began to feel terribly awkward. half of a house including a workshop will come up for auction. that's how http://raptusassociation. he does not want to let her go. He tried to lessen the impact of what he had said. and also after his children. therefore. For when she walked by again. corrugated boards.” he replied. Finally. alternately dark and light. a smaller rake and a spade would be rather useful. She knows a decent fellow and would like to marry him sooner than later. he gave her his name and his address. however. I do not want it. "for the longest time she has looked after her stepfather and has nursed him during his illness. He has good friends in the city council and in the guild. my child. soon. It was put together of rods of two different kinds of wood. nevertheless. "her cousin gives her a share of the profits from the sales she is making in the store. Since our peculiar customer was also tempted by this item. he still looked at a rough wooden cane. Konstanze had leased a small plot near the Kärtnertor (Carinthian Gate) and had planted some vegetables on it. seemed. "Shame on you. did not listen to him. On his urging. the handle of which was covered with leather and well-studded with round brass nails." "Damned!" – Mozart shouted so that the plumber was startled and looked around so as to ascertain that nobody else was listening. In this. his concern for this young girl would even become greater. cutting boards. He also looked at other items. the use of which did not become clear to him. but there is a catch to that. Mozart was doubly happy about his purchase. "The waitress is having a good day today. To his honour it must be said that he tried to exercise common sense in that he put back a nice butter churn that he rather liked." said the plumber. Pretty soon. “I think that the butchers carry those around on their travels. and when he was dead.

html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . when it comes to standing up for something!" – And with that he turned his back to the coward without a farewell. – Biology tells us how these insects multiply – Swish. he decided to wait for her visit and returned. as many as one can hold between one's fingers. I had not noticed that there were that many flies." "'Where did you get the money. Faster than usual. though. heavy parcel. Ah maledette! disperate! – Here. Totally absorbed in his thoughts about the unfortunate young couple. without getting up. until he reached the Glacis. Behind my back. which he had never done before. but broke the seal of the letter that was attached to the parcel. and both of us giggled and laughed to our heart's content. shameless breed of insects! What is its purpose on this earth? – Swish! – obviously only to be killed – Swish! – I am really good at this." She was a bit startled and had neither time nor presence of mind to thank him. – 'Six with one hit!' he shouted. "Good evening!" he said. with a kiss and an embrace. 'do you want to see them?' – No reply. another twenty of them! Do you want them?' – He went on like before. He himself never liked to hear and see it when I talked and behaved in that manner. and muttered to himself. 'This rotten. who had her hands full with new guests he just said in passing. especially when men do it. – Then he put something on my sewing cushion so that I had to notice it even if I did not take my eyes off my work. he embraced me. replied timidly. what one does oneself.Mozart on His Journey to Prague you always act. seems to be quite a different matter! By the way. and his yearning increased his pace when he walked through the Kärntnertor. he continued with his peculiar behaviour and talked to himself. they get no chance to do that. swash – : in my house. you cowards. he returned home. His peculiar behaviour really annoyed me. he went in his mind over a list of a number of acquaintances and patrons who could help in this matter. heard my husband coming up the stairs and heard him asking the servant about me. After he had paced the room a couple of times. "I sat. In order to sign the delivery slip. and that as hard as possible. he was certain to be received by her joyfully. His step and his voice seemed to me more confident and more cheerful than I had expected. Since he still needed to learn more details about it from the girl." continued Madame Mozart. picked up the fly swatter that hung behind the door. "at my sewing table. since the scene had enraged him. It was nothing short of a bunch of gold ducats. first the same way that he had arrived here. home to his wife in mind and soul. he stepped into the closest shop with the mail carrier. while he rolled the rest of it out. useless. but right after he entered the room I sat in. First he went to his room. back on the street. I may detour around the embankments. If had so far been able to suppress my laughter. Only a few steps further. and Mozart immediately recognized the honest and neat handwriting on it. he pretended to yawn. and I secretly appreciated that. at which he slowed down and took a half. 'Where all these flies come from!' – He started to swish at them here and there. I thought. and started to read it while he was walking the rest of his way home. rushing ahead of his feet. I hope that your matter will turn out alright. Inwardly. I could not hold on any longer and burst right out with it.' I Well. he could not wait to get home. the mail carrier shouted at him and handed him a small. "Come early tomorrow. and send my regards to your fellow. To the waitress. in her narration of the story to the ladies. I. – 'From Prince Esterhazy! through Haydn! – Just read the letter!' – I read:" http://raptusassociation.

the entire next week went by. I added. we played your quartets again. It would be best. no Krescenz showed up. Most worthy friend! His Highness. he had company. Tell him that I think of his genius as much as you do. a rake and a http://raptusassociation. yet. soon forgot about it. and my husband. Count Hardegg and others were over to play music. however." "About the affair in the suburbs I did not hear anything. and more he could not ask for in all eternity. etc. Lately. three months ago. During a break I was called[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . and it is hard to say what he was more delighted with. – Thus she entered. Captain Wesselt.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Joseph Haydn "'Eisenstadt. I cannot deny that I see in them also a compliment to me. yes! A girl must be here! Just let her come in. to my greatest pleasure. One Saturday evening. We spent a most pleasant evening that day. carrying a full basket in one arm. humbly and friendly. however. We have to keep such good tidings alive!'" "'You angel of a man! Oh heavenly soul!'. busy with all kinds of other matters. instructed me to send you the attached sixty ducats. on that day. since it came in so utterly handy.there we finally had our delivery! I entered and asked. As far as I was concerned. has. also not on the following ones. exclaimed Mozart again and again. – Amen!. the Prince's applause. and His Highness was pleased by them to such a degree as had hardly been the case when he heard them the first time. the letter. I was honestly most pleased with the money. my most gracious Lord. 'Have you ordered all kinds of wooden utensils from a shop in the Alservorstadt?' – 'My goodness. to deliver them in person. The Prince told me (I have to write this down word for word): when Mozart dedicated this work to you he believed to only honour you. or the money. Are you satisfied?" "Post scriptum: Some words of advice into your dear wife's ear: Kindly take care that your written thanks do not take too long to arrive here.

one after another. warmhearted lady. Soon. I will divide my treasures up and you have the choice between a beautiful chocolate twirl and the salt container. The main task is to come up with funds to purchase the house. Mozart.' he said. I told you about it and you had nothing against it. at which every guest can pay as much of an admittance fee as he pleases? – This idea was heartily approved. I would recommend the second piece to you. a place of honour that would ensure that this piece was cherished not any less than the famous work of art by the Florentinian Master(20) in the Ambrasian collection. this noble spice is. our musician saw himself http://raptusassociation. however.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . Some of them gladly took the unwanted items from me to buy them themselves. and yet I wondered why he had bought the garden tools. in whose house we shall stay. to furnish it. several contributions followed. and this beautiful container here should be put on a table as a collection box. Mozart took the things from her. he indicated to her that whatever would be done to help her and her fiancé. asked to receive one of the utensils Mozart had bought from the girl. the salt. the asparagus pieces were as thin as tiny spools!'" "The gentlemen who were present were very amused by all of this. as far as I know. however. was held. therefore. How about holding a benefit concert for our friends in the Trattner Hall. have met a new dear friend of my husband's art who is about to be married and to establish her own household. One of the gentlemen lifted up the salt container and said. Thus encouraged. in the presence of the gentlemen. so that the happy couple ended up with more than they needed. and tea was served. praised it. 'Someone should tell the story of the two young people. Now that heard of the story. which he self-confidently handed to me. I selected a few items most suitable for her and took them along. did not happen literally. working so hard at your gardening! Actually. I know someone who can set things right there. the concert. With sincere pleasure I thanked for and looked at everything. a very delightful. apologized for not coming sooner. explaining that she could not remember the name of the street and that she had to ask around today. – 'For your little parcel of land outside the city.' – 'What? And what about all the asparagus that we ate this spring?' – 'That was always from the market!' – 'Just imagine. by chance. we have gotten rid of that a long time ago! Because the water always caused so much damage and because not much came of my gardening. 'if I had only known that! I just praised them to be kind to you because I thought that you had grown them yourself and because I felt sorry for you. and who would certainly not be displeased to receive as her wedding gift a common household item that Mozart had bought for his own family." "'Those young people have to be helped. of course!' – 'My goodness. and all other obstacles were also removed. just out of curiosity and also so that she would have something to remember the incident by. describe Herr Mozart's involvement and his philanthropic intentions. prudence and tact that she won over all of our guests who finally dismissed her with the most reassuring promises. for which the young bride's uncle promised a place of honour in the new silver armoire that was also to become the property of the future wife.' said the Captain. The Duscheks of Prague. The delight was repeated when. and brought in quite some money. began to ask the girl about her marriage plans and encouraged her to speak freely. 'The tactics with the guild are the least problem.Mozart on His Journey to Prague spade in the other. however. our good Czech friends. she pleaded her case with such modesty. which an artist has beautifully decorated by painting a tulip on it. not soon after. however. and she. One can imagine how delighted all of the ladies were with it. It was now almost eight o'clock. the item of the highest patriarchal simplicity was formally presented. the two rakes should be put behind it for decoration in cross-form!'" "This. and we would add to this all our best wishes for your happiness!'" Thus ended Madame Mozart's story. a symbol of domesticity and of hospitality. would be done discreetly and without openly accusing or blaming anyone. and so on.

W. Oedipus. we feel the shudder of eternal beauty. he feels as if the eternal had touched him and his chest tightens. or any other. (Vienna. In addition to this. to embrace it as something familiar. in becoming acquainted for the first time with a work that has been familiar to us from our youth. be it and how it mesmerizes us. however. The explanation of the plot did not take long. was in a position that is very different from ours. would that not also hold true in the same manner right here? Man yearns for and at the same time fears to be "transported" out of his usual self.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . He agreed without hesitation. on the threshold of the unveiling of every exalted tragic stage work. while this eternal wants to expand him and take hold of his spirit. the text book was opened. though not too deeply. since none of them could gain a pure and http://raptusassociation. Is that no so? When. a chord that can only come from there.Mozart on His Journey to Prague urgently reminded of his promise to acquaint the company with the "hell fire" that he had already promised them at lunch and which was still safely buried in his travelling suitcase. and while the curtain is still closed. and. reverence for this sublime art fills him. and the candles were lit at the fortepiano. if one does not consider their enviable fortune of being able to experience this work first-hand in the presence of its creator. theirs was less fortunate than ours. perhaps of the happiest and purest we are capable of. Our company. carries with it a special kind of emotion and pride. the thought of enjoying a divine miracle. Museen der Stadt) We would wish for our readers to grasp some of the special atmosphere in which a single chord of music electrifies us as it reaches our ear while we walk by a window. Mozart in an 18th-century engraving. A. just like the sweet anticipation that takes hold of us in a theatre while the members of the orchestra are still tuning their instruments.

Of the wife it is also only reported that she sang two arias. the sextet. and at that. Of eighteen completed scenes (in this method of counting. jumping up merrily. even from me. darling. and waved at his servant. what have I done?". planned for the beginning of November and since someone thought that certain parts of the finale would still present a gigantic task. however. We want to imagine her singing the first aria of Donna Anna ("Du kennst den Verräter" – "you know the traitor"). is expressly mentioned) – most of the time. it will be utterly impossible!" "Sometimes. the bride sat completely still and absorbed in the music to such a degree that even in the intervals in which others would inadvertently demonstrate their enthusiastic participation to a small degree with an expression of delight. as I had promised. also before a planned journey?" "Would that be possible? When? Surely three weeks ago when you wanted to go to Eisenstadt?" "Exactly! And it happened thus: I came home at ten o'clock from Richter's dinner." "You are out of line. singing occasionally to his playing. you were already asleep." "To his health! – And to each his own!" "My goodness. as well." he said. Eugenie and her fiancé were actually the only listeners such as the master would have wished for himself. Both of them sat in the middle of the room. as the mood struck him. "in bringing this up now. really. What will my Stanzel say when she learns that the piece she is now about to hear has been created at night time. refinement and looking at the clock. so that he could hear it. "Wine! Sillery. lamented Konstanze. only the last of this sequence. she would only reply curtly to her fiancée's comments directed to her.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . he seemed to be particularly interested in and pleased with a few remarks the Baron had made. after a while. to get up early in the http://raptusassociation. as well as one of the two of Zerline's arias.Mozart on His Journey to Prague complete impression. and the former to a greater extent than the latter." Mozart began. and I wanted to go to bed soon. The conclusion of the opera was discussed as well as its premiere that was. we have had plenty! – My squire here is having his last one. my dearest. he presented them in a free interpretation at the piano. I might just do that. tentatively. Konstanze. When Mozart had finished with the exuberantly beautiful sextet and when. "He still has a surprise up his sleeves which he keeps a secret. what if I felt like starting from scratch! come to think of it. since her voice was supposed to have been equally as strong as it was lovely." "Leporello!" called the Count. "things take a surprising turn. said to the Countess. the composer was very likely not even in a position to present half of these to them (in the report on which our presentation is based. Considering their understanding. one has to consider that Elvira's aria with recitative and Leporello's "Hab's verstanden" were originally not part of the opera). "it is nearly eleven o'clock. three bottles!" "No. and this could not even then have been possible in more than one aspect if the entire work could have been conveyed unabridged. a conversation began. and tomorrow morning we have to be on our way – how will we manage?" "That will not be possible. at precisely this hour. the master smiled reservedly.

It was all much simpler. the threat coming from the grave of the murder victim. and meant to quickly look over my work. – Just listen!" Now followed the entire long. grumbled. the immortal voice of the demised speaks up. In the meantime Veit had. I sat down and eagerly read the text and was delighted at how well the old fellow had grasped what I wanted. However. fighting the growing onslaught by the hellish forces. Already alien to human tongues. long. had. (But you also should not have. no matter how tempting it was. Alas. Mozart continued. Now. oh mishap! this dreaded. gained in effect. four measures only. with incredible self-will. The scene in the churchyard as well as the finale. to put it short. defying the eternal order of things. where we hear and see the supernatural and where we feel helplessly torn from one extreme to the other. he blew out the two candles next to him on the piano. "Who is here? Answer!. produce an unusual effect in the theatre. that suddenly interrupts the laughter of the nightly wanderer.flung stars. and the terrible chorus. Once the ice at the shore breaks in one spot. it is normally not my habit to complete a part of the work that would sequentially have its turn long is the path! And when Don Juan then. horrified. down into the blue of the night. share its pain in its inevitable path toward self-destruction. Soon after the first terrible introduction. excellent poet!. and long. when the wind instruments will accompany the voices. even beyond those. I mechanically put on my evening frock. nay." With that. the notes seemed to be falling out of silver trumpets ice-cold. Against our will we literally side with this blind greatness and. I instinctively continued with Don Juan's nightly meal. when Donna Elvira had just left and when the ghost appears. ordering the ruthless young man to leave the dead alone. sounded through the dead silence of the room. when the astral being refuses the human nourishment offered to him. already had me in its grip. Thus I first came up with an adagio: D minor. now I could not stop. resists and squirms and finally goes down. I played a chord and felt that I had knocked at the right door. once more. the scene by the rider's statue of the governor. "Understandably.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . considering the awful chicken scratch of an address – yes. behind which already lurked an entire legion of horrors that would be unleashed in the finale.Mozart on His Journey to Prague morning and to take the coach. still with a total expression of superiority in each of his gestures – whose heart will not tremble with fright and delight in equal measure? It is a feeling like that with which one would watch the drama of the terror of the unleashed forces of nature or the burning of a beautiful ship. all the ice on the lake begins to crack up." one could hear Don Juan ask. monotonous as before. I thought. As if coming form far. For now you shall hear it as best as I can reproduce it. there are exceptions to this. up to the hero's doom. chilling every bone in one's body. When even the last of those booming sounds had ebbed out. since that is a bad habit that can have dreadful consequences. lit the candles at the desk. quite untimely activity of women! You had cleaned up and packed the notes as they had to come along – the Prince had requested to hear a piece of the new work – I searched. then it started up again. http://raptusassociation. in vain! Then my eyes rested on a sealed envelope: from the Abbate. more compact and richer at the same time. then a second movement with five – this will. indeed! and he sent me the re-written rest of his text which I had not even hoped to see before the end of the month. horrifying dialogue that even takes the most sober individual to the boundaries of human imagination. how horribly does his voice climb up and down the scale! He demands an immediate decision in favour of repentance: the ghost's time here is short. and. as usual. as invited. "Dein Lachen endet vor der Morgenröte" ("Thy laughter will end before dawn"). in every respect. cursed. even in the remotest spots. Right away. conjured up heaven and hell for the second time!). I imagined.

unexpectedly. so that we could still chat for a while and so that I could calm down. I had continued to write this desperate Dibattimento(21) . when he continued." (At that point he looked at the floor for two seconds. For a while. since she. and got up from my chair after a short rest. however." "I am only glad. your genius who had held both of his hands over you so that you continued to sleep like a rat and could not talk to me even once. chatting. find the big stumbling block already moved aside: would he not secretly laugh at his fortune? However. an idea of how you felt when you put your pen down that night!" He looked up to her brightly. "it's just that the smart man should not think that one was stupid enough not to notice anything! For that you did not have to keep your nice head start a secret from me!" "It was not only because of that. poured into the tall grass. half to his wife: "Well. When I finally went to bed and when you sleepily asked me what time it was. "that we need not insult a noble Viennese coachman's heart tomorrow if Herr Mozart cannot find out of bed. always hurts very much. with the exception of one piece." This indirect request to his guests to stay a little longer. still nearly out of breath. since I would. was not present." the Countess finally started." "Of course!". an awkward thought stopped me in the middle of the room. I beg of you. thanked God by fully looking up to him in heaven and thanked. would get to finish the opera and would find everything neatly together." said the gracious host. who stood right next to him: "What do you think. all healthy. no-one wanted to break the silence. Then. have left behind a few good friends who know my style and who would secure what is mine." "I know – you wanted to have your treasure remain untouched for the time being. so that he would only have to pick them up. Everyone was now standing around in groups. a pain went through me at that thought. as if awakened from a quiet dream. "convey to us. at least. up to the chorus of the spirits. I must have felt dizzy in the end. in one stretch. he shuddered. he naively directed his question at Franziska. of our "Don Giovanni"? what good can you prophecy it?" http://raptusassociation. caused the travellers to ponder the more serious reasons against it. I lied with a straight face and told you that it was a few hours earlier. ripe fruits. from the introduction to the seventeenth scene. replied Konstanze. – Now I left. Mozart looked for someone. half to the lady. and he would. that he was shaken up a bit). however. collected himself and said. "Convey to us. unharness the horses!'. evidently for the bride. "I said to myself: if you would still die this very night and would have to leave your score at this very moment: would it let you find peace in your grave? – My eyes looked at the light in my hand and at the amount of melted wax. overall. 'Hans. and why you had to send the coachman away after you had re-scheduled the trip for the next day. meaning to join you in your room. to which the other voices added their sincere approval.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . by the open window. dear little wife. then I thought: if after that another. and his voice betrayed.Mozart on His Journey to Prague The composer had finished. one arrived at the compromise of not setting out too early and to still have a nice breakfast together. And now you will understand why you could not get me out of bed at six. The order. maybe even a foreigner. For a moment. since it was just nearing four o'clock. in the middle of the finale. he would surely burn his fingers with it.

of course. then their parting brings everything to an uncomfortable halt." laughed Mozart.Mozart on His Journey to Prague "I will. however. until that time. for an uncertain period of time." said the Countess. so that the composer. went around his new property and looked at it from all sides. "The coach is to be mine! In future. splendid people bring life into our house for a short while. It was long after midnight when the party finally broke up. The next day (the weather was as beautiful as the day before)." fell the uncle in correctingly. climbed in and called out.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . "hand to mankind a bag pipe and lock up the hearts of men so that they will worship Baal." she replied with a laugh. packed with the belongings of the Viennese guests. kindling his hopes. the girlfriend. could not miss anything." "Well. of whom we shall prefer to speak the most here. I mean. as far as we are once again entirely on our own. and asked him how he liked it. where they would hire mail horses. fitting remark." Eugenie returned with the Baron and Max. you will be able to travel in your own coach!" He embraced the smiling host. if "Don Giovanni" does not shake up the entire world. then do me the favour and take it as a keepsake. seventy years. When good. "to see your vehicle again on its return trip from "well. the conversation started up again. still stayed on. one could see a beautiful coach standing in the courtyard. the much-praised carriage set in motion with the parting couple and the horses fell into a lively trot towards the highway. during the next sixty. The Count stood in front of it with Mozart. shortly before the horses were brought. opened the door. "Very well. one would think. "I now consider myself as noble and as rich as Knight Gluck! What will they say in Vienna!" – "I hope. after I will be long gone. many a false prophet will rise(22) . the fiancé and Max. nothing should cloud her happiness." "What? Are you serious?" "Holy Sixtus and Calixtus – Konstanze! Look!" he shouted up to the window from which she and the others looked down. "try to answer as well as I can in the name of my cousin: My humble opinion is that. at least for the rest of the day. it seems extremely comfortable. The Count lent them his horses up to Wittingau. and will let mankind know – " – "And will. God will close his music box. With our hosts. Eugenie. at ten o'clock. her pure happiness in having found a man who truly loved her and which love had just http://raptusassociation. none of them had realized how much they needed their rest." "God help us!. Franziska's parents and her old aunt soon left. turned serious and important once more. adorned with wreaths all over!" Not long after this last joyful scene. the latter was at least not the case. rejoiced at many a beautiful. before the company dispersed. since she understood how to cherish this extraordinary event better than all others. and when they let us fully enjoy the blessings that come with being a host. when they refreshen us with their lively spirit and give us new impetus.

in jealous sorrow that no other hand should open it again. To be planted on your grave. already when the artist's wife told them about his In a meadow. Tired. In which garden? These have already been chosen. A few moments later. in a pure mood of gratitude. while the remnant notes of "Don Juan" wandered through the mazes of her inner ear. ever faster. Before walking away. It should have happened that way. rather. It seemed like a dream to her when she considered who was sitting there only a few hours ago. This. she only fell asleep when it almost turned daylight. the men kept them company. she was secretly filled with sorrow for him in whose amicable countenance she rejoiced. that Franziska and sometimes also she used to sing. the most noble and most beautiful that could fill her heart. she sorted a few song books. too soon. at first only Mozart. which he had last touched. She picked it up. the three ladies sat in the garden with their needlework. since the world could. o soul. lost in thought. then she quietly closed the lid and turned the key. and how much did Eugenie not like to listen to them. of course. Consider. http://raptusassociation. through all the mysterious shudder of the music and finally. an old sheet fell out. She was very certain. and afterwards in a rejoicing over it. the content was of such a nature that. be consumed by his own fire. so very certain. even if the Baron understood her completely. Two black horses are grazing. The most telling. Eugenie did not hold back with her fears. that he would only be a passing mirage on earth. would have to melt into one with her personal fulfilment. They will be moving slowly. in reality. this premonition remained in her consciousness during his playing.Mozart on His Journey to Prague been formally reaffirmed. that this man would. one likes to fight against any notion of doom that would disturb this mood. had to absorb everything else. Who knows. not bear the abundance that he created. went through her mind after she had gone to bed. in a forest. and since the topic of their conversation was. Nobody wanted to agree with her in the least. A rose bush. In good company at the right hour. Now. when she went through the large room upstairs that had just been cleaned and put back into order and the green. They are returning home to town. when she read the simple verses again. yesterday and today been able to live for the present. To take root and grow there. not without being moved by it. hot tears began to stream: A little pine tree is growing somewhere. cheerful counterarguments were presented. the transcript of an old Bohemian folk song. had she now. even the most natural coincidence can turn into an oracle. However. Trotting lively. drawn damask drapes of which only allowed in a dim light. who will tell.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . For a long time she looked at the keys of the piano. In a mood such as the one she was in. behind all that unspeakable charm. Whichever way she looked at it. she was also surprised and moved by that which he mentioned of himself in that context. she stopped sadly by the pianoforte. amongst other thoughts.

BIBLIOGRAPHY Bayern.. (7) (5) Unfamiliar form. Copyright 1945 by Oxford University Press. Rolland. New York: Dover Publications Inc.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . Adalbert von. King Friedrich Wilhelm II of Prussia offered Mozart the position of Kapellmeister for an annual salary of 1.. He had commissioned Mozart to write an opera for his theatre. Solomon. "Can I leave my good Emperor?" Mörike pre-dated all of these Berlin events by two years and coincides them with the 1787 Prague premiere of "Don Giovanni". Opera by Antonio Salieri (1750 .). Austrian "Kolatsche": A sort of breaded bun or round cake made of light dough. Mörike. That I now still see blinking. Mozart A Life. Alfred. (4) Tarare. Robertson. Mozart had gone to Berlin that year en route from Prague. FOOTNOTES (1) The Viennese Prater is an all-year amusement park as well as a landscaped park. the director of the Italian Opera Society in Prague. maybe already before Their horseshoes will loosen. Einstein. Inc. Gmbh.000 talers. New York: Harper Collins. (6) Friedrich von Hagedorn (1708. Munich: Prestel Verlag. probably related to the Bavarian word "Kalatschen". 1979. Mozart His Character His Work.. (Translated by Arthur Mendel and Nathan Broder. Edna Purdie. the Imperial Chamber Organist and Conductor of the Italian Opera. Maynard. 1966. poets of the German Anacreontic. The opera had such a resounding success in Vienna as Azur rè d'Ormus with the text of Mozart's librettist da Ponte that "Don Giovanni" could not compete. Maybe.1825). 1964. Eduard. (2) Mörike refers to Pasquale Bondini.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Pulling your coffin. 1962.54) and Johann Nikolaus Götz (1721-81). 1995. Romain.) New York: Oxford University Press.G. Die Wittelsbacher: Geschichte unserer Familie. J. Edinburgh and London: William Blackwood & Sons Ltd. (Fifth edition. Stuttgart: Philip Reclam jun. first published in 1929). A History of German Literature. 1993. Mozart auf der Reise nach Prag. (3) In 1789. Mozart was paid an annual salary of 800 florins as Imperial Chamber composer in Vienna. He replied to the offer. (Translated by Ernest Newman. ed. Beethoven the Creator.

referring to a Siren whose tomb was located there. Anacreontic poet and translator of Horace. (12) Parthenope. On the basis of this. at all. (9) Sons of Neptune. and his followers hypothetically the component of "burnable entities". as my very own. Mozart had already turned 14. a Venetian Father and Court poet. and others. famous for her letters with which she kept her daughter.1812). (17) Karl Wilhelm Ramler (1725. (21) Fight. (11) It is the 7th scene." (8) In reality. who lived in the country with her husband. Scene 10. for whose music he could not be enthused. whose famous salon was frequented by Molière. (22) Mörike probably had his contemporaries. is the writer of the text to "The Marriage of Figaro". my Beloved. (19) Phlogiston.1838). http://raptusassociation. "Finally the hour is near when I will hold you. Racine and Boileau.html[25/7/10 2:28:27 PM] . in mind. according to the theory of Stahl (1660-1734). the ancient name of Naples. "Don Giovanni". (20) The famous salt container cast by the gold founder Benvenuto Cellini.Mozart on His Journey to Prague Act IV. The text for "The Magic Flute" was written by the actor and theatre director Johann Emanuel Schikaneder (1751 . Le Rochefoucald. Fontenelle. Scarron. (13) By God! (14) Ninon de Lenclos (1616. updated on all the current events of Paris and of court life. Richard Wagner and Franz Liszt. in the spring of 1770.1706). (18) Lorenzo da Ponte (1749. the Kingdom of Naples was named the Parthenopeian Republic in 1799. also an anthologist. (16) The less important French poet Chapelle (1626-1686) belonged to the literary circle of Molière. (10) From "Don Giovanni". here relating to the digestive process.96).98). argument. (15) Marquise de Sévigné ( and "Cosi fan tutte".

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