To Franz Gerhard Wegeler
Vienna, 1794-1796

Anderson v1 pg21-22 - letter #15

 

 

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 -