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VGW(RI.773.090
30 Dec 1773:13 (399)
A certain composer of music, in the service of the King of
Prussia, died lately at Potsdam. His Majesty expressed very
great sorrow for his death, and buried him most
magnificently: People were at a loss to assign a reason for
the friendship which this King pretended to have for the
musician, when the world knows his Majesty is an utter
stranger to sensibility. However, the true cause is easily
accounted for; the King pretends to be a great composer of
music himself; the musician was modest, and always confessed
his inferiority, and celebrated the compositions of his
Royal master. The truth is, the King is but a second rate
scratcher of notes, and his principal composer was inferior
to him; we never envy those whom we excel. What a blessed
people must the subjects of this monarch be, who can boast
that they have a Prince, who is the greatest warrior,
philosopher, poet, legislator, musician, and robber, in all
his dominions.
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