ard
for his brother;--but the simplicity, benevolence, and sincerity
of Joseph Haydn's character, when united with the charming
qualities of his genius, offered more than the materials for an
ordinary friendship. The attachment of these two men remains
accordingly one of the most honourable monuments of the virtuous
love of art that musical history can produce. Haydn was at this
period about fifty years of age. His constant habit of writing
five hours a-day, had accumulated in a series of years a large
collection of quartets, pianoforte music, church music, and
symphonies, most of which were greatly admired for the spirit and
elegance of their style, and the clearness and originality of
their design. Mozart at once saw and acknowledged the excellence
of Haydn; and in his future intercourse with that master, took the
part which the difference of their age, if not of their genius,
rendered graceful--by deferring to his judgment with all the
meekness of a learner. To Haydn he submitted many of his
compositions before publication; delighting often to call him his
master and model in quartet writing, which he now began to
cultivate in earnest; and omitting no circumstance which could
gratify the veteran musician in possessing such an admirer. Haydn
on his part repaid all this devotion with becoming generosity.
However conscious that, in the universality of musical power, his
own genius must be placed at a disadvantage in comparison with
that of his friend, he harboured no envious or unworthy sentiment;
and death alone interrupted the kind relation in which each stood
to the other.

"At the musical parties which Mozart gave from time to time, when
he had new compositions to try, and leisure to indulge his
disposition for sociality, Haydn was a frequent guest, and no one
more profoundly enjoyed the extraordinary beauty and perfection of
Mozart's pianoforte playing. Years after, when those fingers, and
the soul which animated them, were sought for in vain, a few
touching words from Haydn spoke more feelingly to the imagination,
in the description of that beauty, than the most laboured and
minute criticism could have done. 'Mozart's playing,' said he, 'I
can never forget.'"

Haydn's high estimate of his friend's superiority to himself, was
always expressed with equal generosity. In a