or at the soonest the end of the present one, for I have still six arias to write, which will be well paid.  I must also first get my money from Le Gros and the Duc de Guines; and as the court goes to Munich the end of this month, I should like to be there at the same time to present my sonatas myself to the Electress, which perhaps might bring me a present.  I mean to sell my three concertos to the man who has printed them, provided he gives me ready money for them; one is dedicated to Jenomy, another to Litzau; the third is in B. I shall do the same with my six difficult sonatas, if I can; even if not much, it is better than nothing.  Money is much wanted on a journey.  As for the symphonies, most of them are not according to the taste of the people here; if I have time, I mean to arrange some violin concertos from them, and curtail them; in Germany we rather like length, but after all it is better to be short and good.  In your next letter I shall no doubt find instructions as to my journey; I only wish you had written to me alone, for I would rather have nothing more to do with Grimm.  I hope so, and in fact it would be better, for no doubt our friends Geschwender and Heina can arrange things better than this upstart Baron.  Indeed, I am under greater obligations to Heina than to him, look at it as you will by the light of a farthing-candle.  I expect a speedy reply to this, and shall not leave Paris till it comes.  I have no reason to hurry away, nor am I here either in vain or fruitlessly, because I shut myself up and work, in order to make as much money as possible.  I have still a request, which I hope you will not refuse.  If it should so happen, though I hope and believe it is not so, that the Webers are not in Munich, but still at Mannheim, I wish to have the pleasure of going there to visit them.  It takes me, I own, rather out of my way, but not much—­at all events it does not appear much to me.  I don’t believe, after all, that it will be necessary, for I think I shall meet them in Munich; but I shall ascertain this to-morrow by a letter.  If it is not the case, I feel beforehand that you will not deny me this happiness.  My dear father, if the Archbishop wishes to have a new singer, I can, by heavens! find none better than her.  He will never get a Teyberin or a De’ Amicis, and the others are assuredly worse.  I only lament that when people from Salzburg flock to the next Carnival, and “Rosamunde” is given, Madlle.  Weber will not please, or at all events they will not be able to judge of her merits as they deserve, for she has a miserable part, almost that of a dumb personage, having only to sing some stanzas between the choruses.  She has one aria where something might be expected from the ritournelle; the voice part is, however, alla Schweitzer, as if dogs were yelping.  There is only one air, a kind of rondo in the second act, where she has an opportunity of sustaining her voice, and thus showing what she can do.  Unhappy indeed is the singer who falls