a time have I desired to be nearer you, that I might converse and discuss with your Reverence!  I live in a country where music has very little success, though, exclusive of those who have forsaken us, we have still admirable professors, and more particularly composers of great solidity, knowledge, and taste.  We are rather badly off at the theatre from the want of actors.  We have no musici, nor shall we find it very easy to get any, because they insist upon being well paid, and generosity is not a failing of ours.  I amuse myself in the mean time by writing church and chamber music, and we have two excellent contrapuntists here, Haydn and Adlgasser.  My father is maestro at the Metropolitan church, which gives me an opportunity to write for the church as much as I please.  Moreover, my father has been thirty-six years in the service of this court, and knowing that our present Archbishop neither can nor will endure the sight of elderly people, he does not take it to heart, but devotes himself to literature, which was always his favorite pursuit Our church music is rather different from that of Italy, and the more so, as a mass including the Kyne, Gloria, Credo, the Sonata all Epistola, the Offertory or Motett, Sanctus, and Agnus Dei, and even a solemn mass, when the Prince himself officiates, must never last more than three-quarters of an hour.  A particular course of study is required for this class of composition.  And what must such a mass be, scored with all the instruments, war-drums, cymbals, &c, &c!  Oh! why are we so far apart, dearest Signor Maestro? for how many things I have to say to you!  I devoutly revere all the Signori Filarmonici.  I venture to recommend myself to your good opinion, I shall never cease regretting being so distant from the person in the world whom I most love, venerate, and esteem.  I beg to subscribe myself, reverend Father, always your most humble and devoted servant,

“Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart”

Second part. 
Munich, Augsburg, Mannheim. 
September 1771 to march 1778.

PART II.

On the 22d of December, 1777, Mozart’s father wrote as follows to Padre Martini in Bologna:—­“My son has been now five years in the service of our Prince, at a mere nominal salary, hoping that by degrees his earnest endeavors and any talents he may possess, combined with the utmost industry and most unremitting study, would be rewarded; but in this hope we find ourselves deceived.  I forbear all allusion to our Prince’s mode of thinking and acting; but he was not ashamed to declare that my son knew nothing, and that he ought to go to the musical training school in Naples to learn music.  And why did he say all this?  In order to intimate that a young man should not be so absurd as to believe that he deserved a rather higher salary after such a decisive verdict had issued from the lips of a prince.  This has induced me to sanction my son giving up his present situation.  He therefore left Salzburg on the 23d of September” [with his mother].