To the same.
New Rochelle, January 14, 1849.
As for amusements, music is the only thing that excites me, and the excitement that affords is most frequently tinged with sadness, though sometimes it goes tingling through my whole soul, like spiritual electricity.
Your eloquent extract is rather “obscura.”
However, I feel that music is “the song of creative origination,” though I cannot explain it. When I try to put it into thought, I say that all colors, all perfumes, all chemical affinities, rose into being and arranged themselves according to the keys of music, and the modulation of music.
Bettina had the same idea.
When writing on music, she said “the secret of creation seems to lie on my tongue.”
My friends, the ancient Hindoos, say the seven notes of music were the first thing created by the wife of Brama, even before they made the mundane egg. But enough of this.
I have a chronic insanity with regard to music.
It is the only Pegasus which now carries me far up into the blue.
Thank God for this great blessing of mine!
However, if I am to sing through eternity I hope it won't be with all “elders,” as Revelation has it. You perceive I am in a wicked mood to-day.
In all moods, I love you truly, and am ever your grateful and affectionate sister.
