However, he found and made friends, some, though not all, as poor as himself.  Laube, his crony of earlier years, was there and introduced him to Friedrich Pecht, a student of painting, and to Heine.  This last was very suspicious of Wagner at first, because he did not believe Meyerbeer would exert himself on behalf of any one possessing the slightest ability.  It is obvious that he soon discovered that he was both right and wrong.  Wagner had ability, and Meyerbeer, far from helping him, had ingeniously dug a trap to keep a possible rival quiet.  Wagner made the acquaintance of Berlioz, and promptly uttered the criticism he adhered to always—­one that I humbly subscribe to—­that Berlioz, with all his imagination, energy and wealth of orchestral resource, had no sense of beauty.  Berlioz, he remarked, lived in Paris “with nothing but a troop of devotees around him, shallow persons without a spark of judgment, who greet him as the founder of a brand-new musical system, and completely turn his head.”  To a certain degree this judgment came home to roost in Wagner’s later years in Bayreuth; but he was saved by the fact that, being a great musician, he also drew genuine musicians to him.  If Bayreuth was crowded by strange beings of low intelligence who bowed low before Richard and found the weirdest meanings in his simplest melodies, and who now write lengthy books about Richard’s son Siegfried, yet we must remember that the men who carried the news of Richard’s true greatness through Europe were Liszt, Buelow, Tausig, Jensen, Cornelius and many smaller men—­smaller men, but real musicians.  Now, it was long since pointed out that amongst his entourage Berlioz had no one possessing an understanding of the art of music.  Literary men and painters were there in abundance:  that is, they called on him; and because his musical ideas or ideas for music seemed so vast they assumed that his musicianship must be vast also; but those whose judgment would have been trustworthy, and whose help worth having, stayed away altogether; and when the celebrated personages had paid their call and gone their several ways he was left to the flattery of a pack of incompetent fools.  This is not to exaggerate—­it is simply to explain the loneliness and sad tragedy of the end of Berlioz’s life.  He must in his heart have known the bitter truth.  One friend of Wagner’s must not be omitted—­Lehrs.  From him Wagner obtained what is called the middle high-German Saengerkrieg, from which he extracted ere returning to Germany the whole world of Tannhaeuser and Lohengrin; and this we must consider later.  We may note that his youngest sister Caecilie, Geyer’s only child, had married Avenarius, who resided in Paris for a time as agent for Brockhaus, the Leipzig publisher.

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