I cannot write much. Send me a few words.[2]
[Footnote 1: It was thus Beethoven named his pseudo-brother.]
[Footnote 2: Underneath is written in pencil by another hand, "I shall be at the usual place at three o'clock, s'il vous plait." The whole appears to be afterwards stroked out.]
416.
TO HIS NEPHEW.
Do send the chocolate at last by the old woman. If Ramler is not already engaged, he may perhaps drive her over. I become daily thinner, and feel far from well; and no physician, no sympathizing friends! If you can possibly come on Sunday, pray do so; but I have no wish to deprive you of any pleasure, were I only sure that you would spend your Sunday properly away from me.
I must strive to wean myself from everything; if I were only secure that my great sacrifices would bring forth worthy fruits!
Your attached
FATHER.
417.
TO HIS NEPHEW.
Wednesday, May 17.
MY DEAR SON,--