Monday, October 10:
To celebrate this cherished day the A. A. Zeitung must needs choose to publish a disgraceful article by Herr Schletterer about R.’s writings. Since there is no reason for the timing of it (the writings being old), we suspect that certain gentlemen in Munich are frightened that R. might now be called back, and are seeking to prevent this by decrying him. “The sad thing about it,” R. says, “is that, if I now come forward with my plan, people will feel it is permissible to treat it as the eccentricity of a charlatan.”
It is also interesting to learn from this article that a second edition of the little pamphlet about Devrient has been published by Stilke in Berlin with R.’s full name attached—and this without R.’s knowledge and after he had paid Fleischmann in Munich 50 florins for bringing it out under a pseudonym!
Rothschild in Frankfurt says that the Paris office is making payments, and he does not know why my allowance has not been paid; nothing more, so I am left high and dry. R. suspects that the Jewish pamphlet may have had something to do with it. (Glorious moonlight yesterday evening, clouds lit up by it as they hastened silently across the sky, making the moon, R. said, look very much like a general reviewing his troops.) Very nice and touching letter from a friend in Berlin; I had almost forgotten her. R. reads Herr Schletterer’s article and recognizes in it the definite purpose of influencing the King of Bavaria. “How wretched all these eternal reproaches over my well-being! I feel as if I have no right even to keep a dog.” R. is not well; heavy, dull day, Fidi our sunshine. In the evening went through the old Germanic tribes with Loulou. (Yesterday a letter from the conductor Herbeck, saying that Lohengrin has been revived with tremendous success in Vienna.)