ation I was informed that the jurisdiction outside
the gate belonged to Weende, and that I must address my request there.
As Weende was half a league from Gottingen, I was compelled to abandon
for that evening all further steps for the recovery of my Guarneri. I
passed a sleepless night, in a state of mind such as, in my hitherto
fortunate career, had been wholly unknown to me. Had I not lost my
splendid Guarneri, the exponent of all the artistic excellence I had
till then attained, I could have lightly borne the loss of the rest.
On the following morning the police sent to inform me that an empty
trunk and a Violin-case had been found in the fields behind the
gardens. Full of joy I hastened thither, in the hope that the thieves
might have left the Violin in the case, as an object of no value to
them; but, unfortunately, it did not prove so. The bow of the Violin,
a genuine Tourte, secured in the lid of the case, had remained
undiscovered."--_Spohr's Autobiography_.

SPOHR AND THE COLLECTOR.

When Louis Spohr was in London in 1820, he tells us, in his
Autobiography, he received a letter couched in the following terms:
"Mr. Spohr is requested to call upon Dr. ---- to-day at four o'clock."
"As I did not know the name of the writer," he proceeds to relate,
"nor could ascertain from the servant the purpose for which my
attendance was requested, I replied, in the same laconic tone, 'At the
hour named I am engaged, and cannot come.' The next morning the
servant reappeared, bearing a second and more polite note: 'Mr. Spohr
is requested to favour Dr. ---- with a visit, and to appoint the hour
when it will be convenient for him to call.' The servant had been
instructed to offer me the use of his master's carriage, and having in
the meantime discovered that the gentleman was a celebrated physician,
a patron of music, and a lover of Violins, I drove to his house. A
courteous old gentleman with grey hair met me on the stairs.
Unfortunately he neither understood French nor German, consequently we
were unable to converse together. We stood for a moment somewhat
embarrassed, when he took my arm and led me into a large room, on the
walls of which hung a great number of Violins. Other Violins had been
removed from their cases and placed on the tables. The Doctor gave me
a Violin-bow, and pointed to the instruments. I now perceived that he
was desirous of having my opinion of the instruments. I, therefore,
played upon them, and place