that with my natural
frankness I am good friends with everybody.'

A letter[24] of this time, written to his brother Ferdinand, affords a
pleasing insight into his frank, loving nature, as well as an instance
of his fondness for his old home. Ferdinand had sent him a Requiem of
his own composing to look over.

_August 24, 1818._
'DEAR BROTHER FERDINAND,

'It is half-past eleven at night, and your Requiem is ready. It
has made me sorrowful, as you may believe, for I sang it with
all my heart. What is wanting you can fill in, and put the
words under the music and the signs above. And if you want much
rehearsal you must do it yourself, without asking me in Zelesz.
Things are not going well with you; I wish you could change
with me, so that for once you might be happy. You should find
all your heavy burdens gone, dear brother; I heartily wish it
could be so. My foot is asleep, and I am mad with it. If the
fool could only write it wouldn't go to sleep!

'Good morning, my boy, I have been asleep with my foot, and now
go on with my letter at eight o'clock on the 25th. I have one
request to make in answer to yours. Give my love to my dear
parents, brothers, sisters, friends, and acquaintances,
especially not forgetting Carl.[25] Didn't he mention me in his
letter? As for my friends in the town, bully them, or get some
one to bully them well, till they write to me. Tell my
mother[26] that my linen is well looked after, and that I am
well off, thanks to her motherly care. [After asking for some
articles of clothing, for which he will send the money very
soon, he proceeds.] For July, with the journey-money, I got 200
florins [about L8].... Though I am so well and happy, and every
one so good to me, yet I shall be immensely glad when the
moment arrives for going to Vienna. Beloved Vienna, all that is
dear and valuable to me is there, and nothing but the actual
sight of it will stop my longing! Again entreating you to
attend to all my requests, I remain, with much love to all,
your true and sincere.

'FRANZ MPIA.'

The story of Schubert's life, from the time when by the powerful aid
of his friend Vogl the musical public of Vienna were awakened to the
fact that a composer of rare quality was working in their