ffles and white neckcloth. This
uniform he never wore except when on actual duty.

Portraits

After his death there were many portraits in chalks, engraved, and
modeled in wax. Notwithstanding his admission of the lack of personal
graces, he had a sort of feminine objection to an artist making him look
old. We read that, in 1800, he was "seriously angry" with a painter who
had represented him as he then appeared. "If I was Haydn at forty," said
he, "why should you transmit to posterity a Haydn of seventy-eight?"
Several writers mention a portrait by Sir Joshua Reynolds, and even give
details of the sittings, but he never sat to Reynolds, whose eyesight
had begun to fail before Haydn's arrival in England. During his first
visit to London Hoppner painted his portrait at the special request of
the Prince of Wales. This portrait was engraved by Facius in 1807, and
is now at Hampton Court. Engravings were also published in London by
Schiavonetti and Bartolozzi from portraits by Guttenbrunn and Ott, and
by Hardy from his own oil-painting. A silhouette, which hung for long
at the head of his bed, was engraved for the first time for Grove's
Dictionary of Music. This was said by Elssler, his old servant, to have
been a striking likeness. Of the many busts, the best is that by his
friend Grassi, the sculptor.

[figure: Haydn's silhouette by Lavater]

Social Habits

Very little has been recorded of his social habits. Anything like
excess in wine is not once mentioned; but it is easy to see from his
correspondence that he enjoyed a good dinner, and was not insensible to
creature comforts. Writing to Artaria from Esterhaz in 1788, he says:
"By-the-bye, I am very much obliged to you for the capital cheese you
sent me, and also the sausages, for which I am your debtor, but shall
not fail when an opportunity offers to return the obligation." In a
subsequent letter to Frau von Genzinger he comically laments the change
from Vienna to Esterhaz: "I lost twenty pounds in weight in three days,
for the effect of my fare at Vienna disappeared on the journey. 'Alas!
alas!' thought I, when driven to eat at the restaurateurs, 'instead of
capital beef, a slice of a cow fifty years old; instead of a ragout with
little balls of force-meat, an old sheep with yellow carrots; instead
of a Bohemian pheasant, a tough grill; instead of pastry, dry apple
fritters and hazelnuts, etc.! Alas! alas! would that I now had many a
morsel I despised in Vienna