Cosima WAGNER (1837-1930) daughter of Liszt... - Lot 100 - Ader

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Cosima WAGNER (1837-1930) daughter of Liszt... - Lot 100 - Ader
Cosima WAGNER (1837-1930) daughter of Liszt and Marie d'Agoult, wife of Richard Wagner. 3 L.A.S. "Co" and "Cosima", [Paris and Berlin 1859], to her half-sister Claire de Charnacé; 9 1/2 pages in-8 (the 1st letter torn into small pieces and pasted back together). Affectionate letters to his half-sister, including two on the death of his brother Daniel Liszt (died December 13, 1859). [Paris] Tuesday [March-May, during his Parisian stay with Hans von Bülow]. "I love you with all my heart and no matter how mobile our feelings may be, you will always find me the same, for your slightest faults are redeemed by so many qualities that nothing in the world could detach me from you. She does not want to return to London. "You had a tact that belongs only to you in not speaking in front of my mother about the loan I had to take for the acquisition of the house, she had recommended me not to tell anyone the details and you said just what was necessary and not a word more; about this affair I believe that friends want to speculate at our expense and we refuse to do so"... [Berlin, around December 15, 1859]. She tells him the sad news: "So poor Daniel is gone, to where? I don't know; I only know one thing, that I loved him and that as much as his death was sweet for him, it was hard for me, heartbreaking. He died on Tuesday, December 13; he was 20 years old; you will not forget him, my dear, will you? You will continue to love him, there must be a correlation between the living and the dead! [...] How overwhelming life becomes and how much courage we need not to bitterly envy those who sleep forever!"... [Berlin, December 24, 1859]. "You are a thousand times right, my dear [...] your words are fortifying and affectionate! I am now in a state of fatigue; it is neither despondency nor illness, it is simply fatigue, and I hardly have the strength to remember the last days. I live; that is to say, I go through the hours, I listen, I read, and I think as much as I can, but to say that I am really at this or that I cannot know. Where I am I do not know myself; I know nothing, neither of life nor of death, nor of suffering nor of joy, nor of my courage or of my weakness; I wait for this moment of the resurrection of forces, not knowing how it will take place - I wrote to mother last Friday (8 days), since then I have received a letter from her which was not an answer; this blow will shake her, she had not seen Daniel for 9 years, and they have been little in correspondence ". She did not accompany Hans von Bülow to Paris: "I need some rest [...] Hans has been of an indefinable kindness to me, he has gloriously gone through the hard ordeal of compassion, and without words, almost without tears, without caresses or consolations, he has proved to me that he shared my sad and silent emotions." .... A small L.A. (1 p. in-12) is attached, about a newspaper advertisement to show to their mother.
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