Saturday, June 19:
R. sent me a very curious letter from Herr Brahms, as artificial and unedifying as his compositions.
At 9 o’clock took leave of my father, heartbreaking; he is very, very wretched! Sad journey to Eisenach, a wait of 5 hours, I visit the Wartburg. At 11 in the evening met by R. in Neumarkt. Much to tell him, among other things, about my two-hour conversation with the Grand Duke of Weimar.