n there was such a lot more of it where that came from that
it tired me to try and remember so much--and I went back thither.
And thither back shall you go too, Barty--when you are some thirty
years older!

"And you already know from me how pleasant life is there--how sunny
and genial and gay; and how graceful and innocent and amiable and
well-bred the natives--and what beautiful prayers we sing, and what
lovely gavottes and minuets we dance--and how tenderly we make
love--and what funny tricks we play! and how handsome and well
dressed and kind we all are--and the likes of you, how welcome!
Thirty years is soon over, Barty, Barty! Bel Mazetto! Ha, ha! good!"

Then says the good Schubert:

"I'm a loud, rollicking, beer-drinking Kerl, I am! Ich bin ein
lustiger Student, mein Pardy; and full of droll practical jokes;
worse than even you, when you were a young scapegrace in the Guards,
and wrenched off knockers, and ran away with a poor policeman's hat!
But I don't put my practical jokes into my music; if I did, I
shouldn't be the poor devil I am! I'm very hungry when I go to bed,
and when I wake up in the morning I have Katzenjammer (from an empty
stomach) and a headache, and a heartache, and penitence and shame
and remorse; and know there is nothing in this world or beyond it
worth a moment's care but Love, Love, Love! Liebe, Liebe! The good
love that knows neither concealment nor shame--from the love of the
brave man for the pure maiden whom he weds, to the young nun's love
of the Lord! and all the other good loves lie between these two, and
are inside them, or come out of them, ... and that's the love I put
into my music. Indeed, my music is the only love I know, since I am
not beautiful to the eye, and can only care for tunes!...

"But you, Pardy, are handsome and gallant and gay, and have always
been well beloved by man and woman and child, and always will be;
and know how to love back again--even a dog! however blind you go,
you will always have that, the loving heart--and as long as you can
hear and sing, you will always have my tunes to fall back upon...."

"And mine!" says Chopin. "If there's one thing sweeter than love,
it's the sadness that it can't last; _she_ loved me once--and now
she loves _tout le monde_! and that's a little sweet melodic sadness
of mine that will never fail you, as long as there's a piano within
your reach, and a friend who knows how to play me on it for you to
hear. You shall revel