I write to you in the greatest haste, and in the deepest sorrow and
remorse, and with the determined purpose to tell you that it is my
intention to set off to-morrow to Munich. I would, I assure you, gladly
have gone to Augsburg, but the prelate was resolved to claim me, for
which you cannot blame me. It is my loss, so don't be cross. I may
perhaps make an escapade from Munich to Augsburg, but this is by no
means certain. If you will be as glad to see me, as I shall be to see
you, do come to the good town of Munich. Be sure you come by the new
year, that I may see your face so dear, and escort you far and near. One
thing I very much regret, which is that I cannot give you house-room,
because I am not at an hotel, but am living with--whom do you think?
I should like to know this myself [with the Webers]. But now Spassus
apart. For that very reason, and for my sake, it would be advisable
you should come; perhaps you may have a great part to play, but at
all events come. I can then pay you in my own mighty person all proper
compliments. Now adieu, angel of piety! I await you with anxiety. Your
sincere cousin,