In a letter bringing me his greetings for the New Year, 1870, my eldest son thus wrote to me from America: "We have been sorely tried of late. Wolfgang, our only remaining child, lay for weeks at death's door. I avoided mentioning this to you before; but now he is out of danger.…
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