Wednesday, June 30:
In the morning a letter from Hans in Hall in Tirol; he informs me of his great, too great, loss and at the same time that he has had a slight stroke, the consequences of which he cannot foresee.
Once more a sword twisted in my heart and all my wounds torn open again - how often will this continue to occur?
I reply at once with details of the property I shall be able to leave to my children, and at the same time I implore him to give up his plan of going to America, to which he is still holding firm with the object of procuring a certain sum of money for the children.
In this painful state I have to welcome the first of our singers (Hill, the Lehmanns).