My Dearest 
                and Most Excellent Friend! 
                     What 
                a horrible picture you have shown of myself! Oh, I admit that 
                I do not deserve your friendship. You are so noble and well-meaning; 
                and this is the first time that I dare not face you, for I have 
                fallen far beneath you. Alas! For eight weeks now I have been 
                a source of distress to my best and noblest friend. You believe 
                that my goodness of heart has diminished. No, thank Heaven for 
                what made me behave to you like that was no deliberate, premeditated 
                wickedness on my part, but my unpardonable thoughtlessness, which 
                prevented me from seeing the whole affair in its true light. - 
                Oh, how ashamed I feel both on your account and on mine - I hardly 
                venture to beg you once more for your friendship - Ah, Wegeler, 
                my sole consolation is that you have known me practically from 
                childhood; and yet, oh do let me say this in my defense, I really 
                was always good and ever tried to be upright and honorable in 
                my actions. Otherwise how could you have loved me? Is it possible 
                that in a short time I should suddenly have changed so dreadfully, 
                so much to my disadvantage? - impossible. and could those feelings 
                for what is great and good suddenly be extinguished in me? No, 
                Wegeler, my dear and most excellent friend. Oh, try once more 
                to throw yourself unrestrainedly into the armsa of your B[eethoven], 
                and rely on the good qualities which you have always found in 
                him. If you will do this, I guarantee that the new temple of sacred 
                friendship which you will erect upon these qualities, will stand 
                firmly and for ever, and the no misfortune, no tempest will be 
                able to shake its foundations - firm - eternal - our friendship 
                - forgiveness - oblivion - revival of our dying, declining friendship 
                - Oh, Wegeler, do not reject this hand which I am offering you 
                in reconciliation, but place your hand in mine - Oh, God - But 
                I will say nothing more - I am coming to see you, to throw myself 
                into your arms, and to plead for the prodigal friend; and you 
                will return to me, to your penitent Beethoven who loves you and 
                will never forget you. 
                     I 
                have received your letter this very moment, As I have just come 
                home -