5.
Milan, Feb. 17, 1770.
Now I am in for it! My Mariandel! I am so glad that you were so
tremendously merry. Say to nurse Urserl that I still think I sent back
all her songs, but if, engrossed by high and mighty thoughts of Italy,
I carried one off with me, I shall not fail, if I find it, to enclose it
in one of my letters. Addio, my children, farewell! I kiss mamma's hands
a thousand times, and send you a thousand kisses and salutes on your
queer monkey face. Per fare il fine, I am yours, &c.
6.
Milan, Carnival, Erchtag.
MANY kisses to mamma and to you. I am fairly crazed with so much
business, [Footnote: Concerts and compositions of every kind occupied
Mozart. The principal result of his stay in Milan was, that the young
maestro got the scrittura of an opera for the ensuing season. As the
libretto was to be sent to them, they could first make a journey through
Italy with easy minds. The opera was "Mitridate, Re di Ponto."] so I
can't possibly write any more.
7.
Milan, March 3, 1770.