Saturday, March 2:
R. had a good night, which he says he owes to a late glass of beer. Letter from our good Feustel. Much confusion with the Ninth Symphony; instead of 200 singers Herr Stern allocates 38; then people from Schwerin want seats for the performance of the Nibelungen, and the mayor of Schweinfurt offers to beat a drum; on top of that, people asking R. to find them lodgings - much foolishness.
R. works. In the afternoon our nephew Fritz arrives, an always welcome guest. We spend a cozy evening conversing.