The presence of the Viennese public did not excite me at all, and I sat down, very calmly, to a wonderful instrument of Graffʼs, the best, perhaps, then in Vienna. Beside me sat a young man, covered with rouge, who had turned over for me in the Variations, and plumed himself on having rendered the same service to Moscheles, Hummel, and Herz. I played, as you may imagine, in a desperate mood; the Variations, nevertheless, made such an effect that I was encored enthusiastically. Fräulein Veltheim sang very beautifully. As to my Improvisation I only know that it was followed by a storm of applause and many recalls. The Vienna newspapers were lavish in their praise. By universal desire I played again a week after, congratulating myself that no one could say now that I was only able to appear once. I was especially pleased with the performance of the Rondo, because Gyrowetz, Lachner, and other masters, and even the orchestra were so delighted—forgive me for saying so—that they recalled me twice. I was obliged to repeat the Variations (at the special request of the ladies); Haslinger, too, was so pleased with them that he is going to bring them out in _Odeon_; a great honour for me, is it not? Lichnowski, one of Beethovenʼs friends, wished to lend me his piano for the concert (this is, indeed, something), as it seemed to him that mine was too weak. But this was on account of my style of playing, which pleased the ladies so much; especially Fräulein Blahetka. It might be that she is favourably disposed towards me (by the way, she is not yet twenty, a lovely and intelligent girl). At my departure she honoured me by a composition, with an inscription in her own handwriting. The _Wiener Zeitung_ said, in a notice of the second concert, “This is a young man who knows how to please by entirely original means. His style differs totally from that of the ordinary concert giver.” I hope this is satisfactory, especially as the article concludes, “Herr Chopin to-day again received the most unanimous applause.” Pardon me for writing such an opinion of myself, but I do so because it pleases me more than any amount of praise in the _Warsaw Courier_.