ABSTRACT

Meanwhile the ninth Symphony was growing. On April 6th, 1822, Beethoven had written to Ries in London, asking, “What would the Philharmonic Society be likely to offer me for a Symphony?” The answer was “fifty pounds.” Not enough, said Beethoven; he might get more elsewhere. He accepted, however, adding a rider not without its touching side:

I would write gratis for the first artists of Europe, if I were not still poor Beethoven. If I were in London, what would I not write for the Philharmonic Society! For Beethoven can write, God be thanked, though he can do nothing else in this world. If God gives me back my health, which has at least improved somewhat, I shall yet be able to comply with all the requests which have come from all parts of Europe, and even from North America, and I might yet feather my nest.