I seem to belong to the world here rather than myself. I am
invited every day to dinners, suppers, balls, soirées, matinées,
and the Lord knows what. If I decline, they come again, until I
yield, and if I accept once I cannot refuse again without a
plausible excuse.... My concerts are crowded and my own opinion
(also expressed by others) is that I have played pretty well in
Prague, especially at my concert last Sunday forenoon for the
benefit of the widows of poor musicians. I played my new
composition, the most difficult of all my pieces. It was finished
Saturday morning at half–past eleven o’clock, the rehearsal took
place at half–past three, and the next day at noon I played it in
public. I shall play it again to–morrow, making some
alterations.... I have had flowers, wreaths, and poems thrown me;
one in German, as you can now read it, I send you. Some written in
Bohemian and translated for me are very beautiful.