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Felix Mendelssohn
1809–1847 · Composer
Read it in the source →The smallest real service to Art lays hold of your inmost thoughts, leading you so far away from town, and country, and from earth itself…
Eben wenn alles Andere, was Einen abziehen soll, so widerwärtig, leer und schaal erscheint, so ergreift Einen schon die kleinste wirkliche Thätigkeit der Kunst gleich so im Innern, führt so weit, weit von der Stadt, vom Lande, von der Erde weg, daß es ein wahrer Gottessegen ist.
Felix Mendelssohn wrote this from Leipzig in January 1843 to his friend Carl Klingemann in London, weeks after his mother's death. Too sorrowful to compose, he sat for hours writing out his Walpurgisnacht score, with "the old familiar oboes and tenor violins, which live so much longer than we do".
This page of it is in his hand, from ten years before.
Letter to Carl Klingemann, London, from Leipzig, 13 January 1843. Letters of Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy from 1833 to 1847, ed. Paul and Carl Mendelssohn Bartholdy, trans. Lady [Grace] Wallace (London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863), p. 328. German: Briefe aus den Jahren 1833 bis 1847 (Leipzig: Hermann Mendelssohn, 1863), p. 371.
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