I am indebted to Blahetkaʼs and Würfelʼs letters for the friendly reception which I had from Pixis. He gave up his lessons, kept me at his house, and asked me about all sorts of things. I noticed Klengelʼs visiting card on his table, and asked if it belonged to a relative of the famous Klengel, of Dresden. “Klengel himself is here,” replied Pixis; “he called while I was out.” I was delighted at the prospect of becoming acquainted with this artist, to whom I had letters from Würfel. I spoke to Pixis about it, and he invited me to come in the afternoon, if I wished to meet Klengel, as he was expected then. We met by accident on the steps of Pixisʼs house, and effected our first acquaintance there. I listened to his fugues for more than two hours; I did not play, as I was not asked. Klengelʼs playing pleased me, but, to speak candidly, I had expected something still better. (I pray you not to mention this to anyone.) He gave me an introductory letter with the following address: “Al ornatissimo Signore Cavaliere Morlacchi, primo Maestro della Capella Reale;” in which he begs this gentleman to make me acquainted with the whole musical world of Dresden, and in particular to present me to Fräulein Pechwell. This lady is a pupil of Klengelʼs and, in his opinion, the first pianist in Dresden. He was extremely affable towards me. Before his departure—he is going to Vienna and Italy—I spent a couple of hours with him, and our conversation never flagged. This has been a very agreeable acquaintanceship, and I value it more highly than Czernyʼs; but not a word of this either, my dear ones. The three delightful days in Prague were over before we were aware.