Thursday, May 11, 2006

29th April, 1791

So very little time on earth for our third born child, Maria Barbara - such a delicate doll my dears, who was not meant to be. Can someone say why NOT? Poor little doll, you see my dears. Feel a very dull ache and cannot rub the pain away. There are no waters or prayers that will fix this pain. I have two fine children, five stepchildren, one husband, one imaginary lover, one friend, two hours of daily galanteries, some compositions in the bottom drawer and my dear brother, Wolfie, in Vienna. It is riches to some. Why should I complain? N.


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