Borromean Islands

That I shall write to you from an Italian city.

I may possibly send you another from the Borromean Islands, which I intend to visit in a few days; but do not rely on this.

My week here has been one of the most agreeable and amusing that I have passed in Italy; and how this could be the case in Milan, hitherto utterly unknown to me, I shall now proceed to relate.

In the first place, I immediately secured a small piano, and attacked with rabia that endless Walpurgis night, to finish the thing at last; and to-morrow morning it will be completed, except for the overture; for as yet I have not quite made up my mind whether it shall be a grand symphony or a short introduction breathing of spring.