Nearly eight years after Mozart’s death his widow, in response to a request from a famous publishing house for relics of the composer, sent, among other Mozartiana, a packet of letters written to her by her husband. In transmitting these she wrote: “Especially characteristic is his great love for me, which breathes through all the letters. Is it not true—those from the last year of his life are just as tender as those written during the first year of our mar-riage?” She added that she would like to have this fact especially men-tioned “to his honor” in any biography in which the data she sent were to be used. This request was not prompted by vanity, but by a just pride in the love her husband had borne her and which she still cher-ished. The love of his Constance was the solace of Mozart’s life.