“I have refused to write the critique, and have asked d’Ortigue to do it. It is best for every reason, and besides, it will disappoint them! Never did I have so many windmills to run a-tilt of as I have this year. I am deluged with fools of every species, and am choking with anger. * * * * * “_5th March 1861._--The _Tannhäuser_ scandal grows apace. Everyone is raging. Even the Minister left the rehearsal in a towering passion. The Emperor is far from pleased; yet there are still a few honest enthusiasts left--even among French people. “Wagner is decidedly mad. He will die of apoplexy, just as Jullien did last year. “Liszt never came after all. I think he expected a fiasco. They have spent a hundred and sixty thousand francs over mounting the opera. Well, we shall see what Friday brings forth.” * * * * * “_21st March 1861._--The second performance of _Tannhäuser_ was worse than the first. No more laughter, the audience was too furious, and, regardless of the presence of the Emperor and Empress, hissed unmercifully. Coming out, Wagner was vituperated as a scoundrel, an idiot, an impertinent wretch. If this goes on, one day the performance will stop abruptly in the middle, and there will be an end of the whole thing. “The press is unanimous in damning it.” * * * * * “_18th April 1861._--Write, dear Louis, if you can, without the cruel knife-thrusts you gave me in your last letter. “I am worse than usual to-day, and have not strength to begin my article. I had an ovation at the Conservatoire after the performance of _Faust_. I dined with the Emperor a week ago, and exchanged a few words with him. I was magnificently bored.” * * * * * “_2nd June 1861._--You are worried, and I can do nothing for you. Alexis is trying to find you a position in Paris, but is unsuccessful. I am as inefficient as he is. You alone can command your fate. They wish me to bring out _Alcestis_ at the Opera as I did _Orpheus_ at the Théâtre Lyrique, and offer me full author’s rights, but I have refused for various reasons. “They believe that, for money, artists will stultify their consciences; I mean to prove that their belief is false.[26] “My obstinacy has offended many. Instead of amusing themselves by spoiling Gluck’s _chef d’œuvre_, I wish they would spend their money over mounting _The Trojans_. But of course they won’t, since it is the obvious thing to do! Liszt has conquered the Emperor; he played at Court last week, and has been given the Legion of Honour. “Ah, if one only plays the piano!” * * * * *