going to bed.  We both beg that papa will be careful of his health, not go out too early, nor fret, [Footnote:  The Father was strongly disposed to hypochondria.] but laugh and be merry and in good spirits.  We think the Mufti H. C. [the Archbishop Hieronymus Colloredo] a Muff, but we know God to be compassionate, merciful, and loving.  I kiss papa’s hands a thousand times, and embrace my sister madcap as often as I have to-day taken snuff.  I think I have left my diplomas at home? [his appointment at court.] I beg you will send them to me soon.  My pen is rude, and I am not refined.

60.

Munich, Sept. 26, 1777.

We arrived safely in Munich on the afternoon of the 24th, at half-past four o’clock.  A complete novelty to me was being obliged to drive to the Custom House, escorted by a grenadier with a fixed bayonet.  The first person we knew, who met us when driving, was Signor Consoli; he recognized me at once, and showed the utmost joy at seeing me again.  Next day he called on us.  I cannot attempt to describe the delight of Herr Albert [the “learned landlord” of the Black Eagle, on the Kaufinger Gasse, now Hotel Detzer]; he is indeed a truly honest man, and a very good friend of ours.  On my arrival I went to the piano, and did not leave it till dinner-time.  Herr Albert was not at home, but he soon came in, and we went down to dinner together.  There I met M. Sfeer and a certain secretary, an intimate friend of his; both send their compliments to you.  Though tired by our journey, we did not go to bed till late; we, however, rose next morning at seven o’clock.  My hair was in such disorder that I could not go to Count Seeau’s till half-past ten o’clock.  When I got there I was told that he had driven out to the chasse.  Patience!  In the mean time I wished to call on Chorus-master Bernard, but he had gone to the country with Baron Schmid.  I found Herr von Belvall deeply engaged in business; he sent you a thousand compliments.  Rossi came to dinner, and at two o’clock Consoli, and at three arrived Becke [a friend of Mozart’s and an admirable flute-player], and also Herr von Belvall.  I paid a visit to Frau von Durst [with whom Nannerl had lived], who now lodges with the Franciscans.  At six o’clock I took a short walk with Herr Becke.  There is a Professor Huber here, whom you may perhaps remember better than I do; he says that the last time he either saw or heard me was at Vienna, at Herr von Mesmer’s, junior.  He is neither tall nor short, pale, with silvery-gray hair, and his physiognomy rather like that of Herr Unterbereiter.  This gentleman is vice-intendant of the theatre; his occupation is to read through all the comedies to be acted, to improve or to spoil, to add to or to put them aside.  He comes every evening to Albert’s, and often talks to me.  To-day, Friday, the 26th, I called on Count Seeau at half-past eight o’clock.  This was what passed.  As I was going into the house I met Madame