Sept. 11, 1817.
DEAR Z.,--
The answer from London arrived yesterday [see No. 236], but in English. Do you know any one who could translate it verbally for us? In haste,
Your
BEETHOVEN.
242.
TO ZMESKALL.
Oct. 20, 1817.
DEAR Z.,--
The devil himself cannot persuade your Famulus to take away the wine. Pray forgive my behavior yesterday; I intended to have asked your pardon this very afternoon. In my present condition I require indulgence from every one, for I am a poor unfortunate creature!
In haste, as ever, yours.