Frederic Chopin: His Life, Letters, and Works, v. 1 (of 2)Karasowski, Maurycy
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Frederic Chopin: His Life, Letters, and Works, v. 1 (of 2)
Karasowski, Maurycy
Chopin, Frédéric, 1810-1849
We arrived safely in this great city about 3 oʼclock on Sunday
afternoon, and went direct from the post to the hotel “Zum
Kronprinz,” where we are now. It is a good and comfortable
house. The day we arrived Professor Jarocki took me to Herr
Lichtensteinʼs, where I met Alex. von Humboldt. He is not above
the middle height, and his features cannot be called handsome,
but the prominent, broad brow, and the deep penetrating glance
reveal the searching intellect of the scholar, who is as great a
philanthropist as he is a traveller. He speaks French like his
mother tongue; even you would have said so, dear Father.
Herr Lichtenstein promised to introduce me to the first musicians
here; and regretted that we had not arrived a few days sooner to
have heard his daughter perform at a _matinée_, last Sunday, with
orchestral accompaniments.
I, for my part, felt but little disappointment, but, whether
rightly or wrongly, I know not, for I have neither seen nor heard
the young lady. The day we arrived there was a performance of “The
Interrupted Sacrifice,”[18] but our visit to Herr Lichtenstein
prevented me from being present.
Yesterday the savants had a grand dinner; Herr von Humboldt did
not occupy the chair, but a very different looking person, whose
name I cannot at this moment recall. However, as he is, no doubt,
some celebrity, I have written his name under my portrait of him.
(I could not refrain from making some caricatures, which I have
already classified.) The dinner lasted so long that there was
not time for me to hear Birnbach, the much-praised violinist of
nine years. To-day I shall dine alone, having made my excuses to
Professor Jarocki, who readily perceived that, to a musician, the
performance of such a work as Spontiniʼs “Ferdinand Cortez,” must
be more interesting than an interminable dinner among philosophers.
Now I am quite alone, and enjoying a chat with you, my dear ones.
There is a rumour that the great Paginini is coming here. I only
hope it is true. Prince Radziwill is expected on the 20th of this
month. It will be a great pleasure to me if he comes. I have, as
yet, seen nothing but the Zoological Cabinet, but I know the city
pretty well, for I wandered among the beautiful streets and bridges
for two whole days. You shall have a verbal description of these,
as, also, of the large and decidedly beautiful castle. [Sidenote:
CONSIDERS BERLIN A STRAGGLING CITY.] The chief impression Berlin
makes upon me is that of a straggling city which could, I think,
contain double its present large population. We wanted to have
stayed in the French street, but I am very glad we did not, for it
is as broad as our Lezno,[19] and needs ten times as many people as
are in it to take off its desolate appearance.
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