Monday, May 8:
Early in the morning drove, with Elisabeth Krockow, to the cemetery, where I visit Daniel’s grave. Somber mood; he was the victim of my father’s and mother’s thoughtlessness and the cruel indifference of Princess Wittgenstein. At the time I was too young and inexperienced to oppose them effectively and take firm measures.
Much soreness of heart standing at this grave; where are you now, my brother, whither are you wandering, where is your pure spirit suffering or resting? In my soul you live on; have my children, Siegfried perhaps, absorbed your being?
Spoke about him with Elisabeth, who knew him well. Then departed from Berlin as if in a dream; all is vain to those who have looked upon death. At 5 o’clock arrived in Leipzig and were cordially welcomed by the Brockhaus family, with whom, Querstrasse 15, we spend a delightful evening. Ottilie and Hermann beings beyond compare.