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My highly esteemed friend, Mr. Lippincott,

It is only on the 11th of this month (5 days ago) when I mailed a registered letter to you asking a return receipt. A dear letter of yours enclosing 15$ arrived 2 hours ago and I hasten to thank you with all my heart. You overwhelm me with kindness, you dear sweet soul. Heaven reward you a thousand times for your generosity and kindness. You have given me courage to face the future. I must try and brace up and not let all hopes vanish. I must believe that something good must yet turn up, but you never acknowledge the receipt of any of my letters. You never seem to hear or accept my thanks and I could fill this letter only with my thanks. How did I ever deserve such beneficence!? from you? from you? I ask myself, to whom I have done nothing. I cannot understand it—and others—numerous people who owe me big sums for tuition, who owe me thanks as I procured them positions and fame—nothing from them! I will try and answer your dear letter that came today some other day.

Here are simply a few lines to tell you that I had another letter from that Mrs. Smith telling me that my aunt did leave a will dividing all between her cousin John and her—that it does not mean a thing as she had lost all in stock speculation. All she had left was an annuity which of course stopped at her death. Mrs. Smith also sent me a magazine, called The Linking Ring. It is a monthly Magic periodical about magic and the occult arts, by Clinton Burgess, 101 West 84th Street, New York City. It is in the Linking Ring for March and on page 8 is a memorial for my poor aunt. pages 9, 10, 11 gives you further accounts that she died February 19th in the Community Hospital, 8 St. Nicholas Place, New York of pneumonia. The funeral services held Monday morning Febr. 22nd in the Eickelberg Funeral Parlors, 55th Str and 8th Ave. The internment was in Woodlawn Cemetery, E. 233 St., Woodlawn Heights, New York City beside the remains of her beloved husband Alexander Herrmann.

I am sending you this hastily dear friend, so that you must not trouble to write to the Arlington Hotel to find out where Aunty died. But knowing this now, dear Mr. Lippincott, I would love to have a copy of Aunty’s testament of which Mrs. Smith is sure not to send me—because I do not believe it that my dear aunt did not consider me? me—who founded her fortune?—who am the cause of her marriage! I hasten to get this off, my highly esteemed friend, really taking the liberty to kiss your benevolent hand and thank you once more for the wonderful gift of 15 dollars! Please answer by return of mail. With a world of thanks, sincerely and most gratefully,

B. Corelli

Please buy the Linking Ring of March and see page 8, 9, 10, 11.

My highly esteemed friend,

Dear Mr. Lippincott,

Before me is your dear kind letter dated July 8th. My! How very long mail takes today! I thank you with all my heart for the generous enclosure, for the 15$ you were so kind to send me. I cannot find words to thank you! You have a wonderful heart, a wonderful soul! May the Almighty return it to you a hundredfold. May you always enjoy the best of health—may you never want! Such is my daily prayer for you, you goodhearted noble being! I am sure I never will be able to return the dollars—the numerous, many dollars you have sent me. That is really one of the principal things I want to live for, to prove my great gratitude to you. Otherwise life has very little charm for me.

I have a daughter—we lived together 37 years!! I provided for her 37 years, and at that high age she all of a sudden decided to marry. In one way, of course, I am happy that she married the man of her choice and that she married a man of good standing and a good position—but I have lost her! Unfortunately I do not agree at all with my son in law. Why? I am sure I do not know. I think he does not like old ladies and does not like to hear of my ailments, ailments which old age brings. We had one great difference when they first lived here in my flat. In a few words I will tell you, dear Mr. Lippincott. He lived here with Olga, had the privilege of the whole flat, barring one back room which was let and brought 50 marks. My son in law agreed to pay everything, but he had the advantage of my reasonable rent (I have the contract for the flat—he pocketed the 50 marks which the back room brought—and I was to pay him 130 marks a month for my living besides 10 pfennigs for every telephone call. I did that 3 months. The 3rd month I said that I thought 130 marks was quite a good deal for me to pay as I am a very poor eater—hardly eat anything and I asked whether he would not be satisfied with 100 marks. I must remark that all my friends and acquaintances thought that I did not pay anything. Well, there was a great fuss about my question and he was mortified to have his and my acquaintances know that I was paying him for my living here. They canceled their written agreement with me and left after 3 months. Ever since then we are not friends any more. And today yet, when I recall this matter, I am of no other opinion than at that time: my son in law did not act gentlemanly toward me ——–

I am sorry to have troubled you, with my letter dated July 18th, but it was just one month that I had sent the little chain and I was worried that 4 weeks had passed and I without news whether it had arrived. I am very happy that it is in your possession and happy that you like it and are wearing it. May it bring you a world of good luck.

I have had a long letter from Mr. Burgess. He says he has known the Herrmanns since years and never heard of a Mrs. Smith. He advises me not to answer that insolent letter and is kind enough to give me the address of the lawyer of the Magic Circle in New York and has advised me to write to him—maybe he knows something about Mrs. Herrmann’s will. You are right, dear Mr. Lippincott, Mrs. S. has the upper hand, but I am not done with her yet. Meanwhile I will try and toil and work honestly as I have done all my life and so gain the esteem of my acquaintances and friends.

Times are very hard and very exciting. I never thought politics would effect me so! Last week I was very busy, looking over my calendars of the years 1924, 25, and 26, writing out the lessons a baritone Mr. Werner Philipp had—he did not pay them, and is earning a lot of money now singing Radio, belonging to a quartet. Imagine, he has had 229 lessons and only charging him 6 marks a lesson, realizes the sum of 1374 marks which he owes me. Miss Meri’s brother is a Dr. Meger here in Berlin, quite a noted lawyer. As Miss Meri does not pay anything, her brother has taken this case in hand and will sue Mr. Philipps if he does not pay. I hope something will come of it.

Well, Mr. Lippincott, do enjoy your vacation, go swimming and sailing, but take good care of yourself and be sweet and send me a line from your summer resort. Pray for me! Do! Of course, this house work almost kills me and I am unfortunately not accustomed to it. My occupation was a sitting one and now it is just the contrary. I think you would laugh to see me work. Oh, by the way,  I am not doing any more cooking—I have my dinner sent in. Right opposite my flat is a private table, a lady that cooks and sends out the dinners. The dinner is brought in a very clean menage—very nice clean white porcelain dishes and they fetch the dishes in half an hour again. Price 90 pfennigs and 10 pfennigs tip, all in all 1 mark! The dinner is quite good, is all one can ask for that price, but thank Heaven I need not go out shopping for meat and vegetables and need not wash dishes nor pots. Fancy they send out about 30 dinners every day, it is a great comfort and relief for me.

Once more a million of thanks. I end these lines, as I began them, with a world of thanks. You do not begin to know the good you are doing. You do not begin to know how grateful I am. God bless you and shield you from every harm and danger. In everlasting gratitude and truth, sincerely

Corelli

I happen to see on your business paper that you have a representative house in Paris. Dear Mr. Lippincott, would it be possible to find out who owns the house Rue Maleville No. 2 in Paris? It did belong to my relations by the name of Sachse, they were 3 brothers Fernand, Emile, and Charles Sachse, and if the house was sold then I was to have a share. The house is sold. but I do not know to whom nor can I possible find the Sachse brothers—more in my next letter. Perhaps you are my guardian angel and can help me to some of my inheritance. Only please forgive me troubling you.

My highly esteemed friend, Dear Mr. Lippincott,

You are indeed my guardian angel! Almost destitute and famished, in sending once again 15$ you come to my rescue. It is perfectly wonderful. I fail to find words to express my great gratitude to you and fail to find words to explain my situation to you. I really have been despairing. I really thought of ending everything and yet there are some things that seem to look favorable, that tell me better times will come, endure and have patience!  It is not disgraceful if I tell you here, I kiss your benevolent hand in gratitude. I don’t want to try and touch your heart, but you do not begin to know the good you are doing and the good you have done. A thousand thousand thanks to you, good dear soul! Heaven reward you a hundred fold.

My pupils the sisters Kurolawna have returned form Italy and did not earn anything there (so they told me through telephone). The younger one of the two, Gloria, did not return to Berlin, but went straight to Paris where she will try for moving pictures. So they are not studying. I feel like a fish out of the water—no lessons, but eternal house work and now expecting my son in law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Wegener. There will be more work yet as I cannot afford a servant. I have no idea how long they will stay here nor do they know. Maybe 3 days, maybe 3 weeks. They have very nice furniture, but it is stored away and there is no need of taking it from storage until they know what the future will bring, maybe he will soon be sent again to Russia to build paper machines in some other city. My daughter writes in her last letter that her husband was called twice in one week to Leningrad, to look at the Baltic docks. That proves that he must certainly be a big engineer, but both, Olga and Max, are tired of this wandering—no house! and the endurances terrible, before all a plague of insects of every kind—no vegetables—no friend—only berries what one finds in the woods. It must be terrible. Both are happy to come home. I only hope they will feel comfortable. Heaven knows I am trying and will try my very best to give them a home. They can use the entire apartment as I have modestly fixed up the servant’s room in which I will live and sleep. It is tiring—but I must be content—I shall soon occupy a much smaller place. I am thinking of this every moment. I am wondering what arrangements they will make—nothing has been said about it yet.

This affair of the Hauszinssteuer is yet, just as it has been—it has not gone a step forward. I have written to both my guardians Mr. Hippler and Mr. Melle, that my landlord has written to me that if I cannot pay these 301 marks all at once, to do so in monthly installments. My landlord also says in the letter that he willingly reduces my rent and that my rent in future can remain as it is. That is a great gain! But I answered my landlord that I thank him for the reduction of rent and mentioned to him the 2 names of my 2 guardians and told him also that I hope to be able to give him a testified result form the magistrate releasing me from these 301 marks. I hope to get that next week. Mr. Hippler has about 300 cases of this kind in his hands— as has Mr. Melle. Both gentlemen are appointed by the magistrate as the magistrate alone cannot master it. There are 250,000 people in the same calamity. It is therefore divided into districts and my district Charlottenburg comes under the supervision of these gentlemen. Both tell me that I shall not have to pay it. But my landlord of course will want this money from me until I can show him the release from the magistrate.

It will interest you to know, dear friend, that I have finally made up my mind to denounce Mrs. Smith. It took me a long long time to write the detailed letter, my letter to the General Consulate New York City was mailed registered Sept. 8th. I enclosed 1$ (thanks to you) for mail and promptly on Sept. 19th did I receive a reply saying that the Austrian Consulate General had immediately taken steps and that they would inform me directly of the results. Now imagine, dear friend! Yes, today I received a letter from the Austrian Embassy, Berlin, telling me that they had a letter from the Consulate in N.York and as they intend to answer this letter, they desire my information and beg me to call at their office Beudlerstr. 15 any day from 9 till 12—but to bring 4.50$—18.70 M. I will certainly go there tomorrow or Tuesday and bring a lot of auntie’s letters. I have just found one from the year 1827, her pictures, and Mrs. Smith’s letters. Of course I cannot bring the cash they want, how could I? I hope they will have interest without me paying. I am sure they will. I am sure you take interest, as I will write as soon as I have something new to tell. Do take care of yourself, dear friend! do not overwork yourself. You are young, full of strength, don’t give all you have you good dear soul.

I have another remarkable thing to tell regarding the Christian Science. Some good soul, I think it is Mrs. Bernice Dryer, a pupil of mine, is paying yearly the subscription for the Christian Science—she is doing that since years, about 10 years! and every year they write to me from the headquarters (Boston, Mass) that in the month of Sept. the subscription is at an end, whether I wish to renew, etc etc. I of course thanked a card, I must not be so selfish as long as I am not paying for the periodicals—I must really renounce and let some other person perhaps worthier than I am let them have the benefit of the different writings in the books—I told them that although these books are not my religion, yes, I loved to read them—they gave me a lot of comfort and strength. So they answered me:

The Christian Science Publishing Society, 107 Falmouth Street, Boston, Mass.

Sept. 24 /32, Mme. Blanche Corelli—address—

Dear Mme Corelli, In view of the circumstances mentioned in your recent communication, we have been glad to make arrangements to continue the gift subscription for Der Herald der Christian Science in your name, provided through the kindness of friends, through January 1933. It is a pleasure to know that the periodical is bringing you so much joy and comfort and we hope it will continue to prove a friendly messenger of good news. Mrs. Eddy’s assuring message as found on page 263 of her book entitled Miscellaneous Writings is as true for you today as it was for those students for whom it was originally written and we are glad to share it with you in the hope that it will prove inspiring and encouraging. How blessed it is to think of you as “beneath the shadow of a great rock on a weary land, safe in His strength, building on His foundation, and covered from the devourer by divine protection and affection. Always bear in mind that his presence, power and peace meet all human needs and reflect all bliss.”

With cordial wishes, yours sincerely,

The Christian Science Publishing Society

by D.L. Pendleton, Manager’s office

Is that not a wonderful letter, dearest friend? See, dear, you—before all, you!! this letter, then the hope of the Herrmann case it being now in the hands of the Austrian Embassy.

My daughter coming soon—these are the things that allow me to cling to life today! You cannot begin to imagine how heartbroken I feel today about my present situation! No pupils, no work, no anything! I will not continue about it any more. Pray for me, you dear good soul. Pray for me as I do for you every night. God be with you and bless you! Lots of love and a world of thanks from your every grateful

Corelli

I thank for so very much for your dear letters written in your own dear handwriting. I know it must be a lot of trouble for you—and take a lot of time—believe me, I appreciate it doubly and thank you once more for the great pleasure it gives me to hold in my hand the sheet of paper which your dear hand handled and traced every letter. Thanks to you!

My highly esteemed friend,

Dear Mr. Lippincott,

Thanks ever so much for your dear letter dated November 7th, again enclosing your wonderful gift of $15. You generous, good soul—you good noble-hearted soul, a world of thanks to you! If you could only have a look over here and see the wonderful good you are doing!  If you could only see what I am going through. If you could only look into my desolate heart, you would see just a little how I appreciate your benevolence and what a deserving creature I am! A world of thanks, dear Mr. Lippincott, and how good and kind of you to write in your own handwriting—I love that handwriting! It tells me lots—but you did not quite understand my last letter. I spoke of moving into a smaller space—by that I did not mean a smaller apartment, I only meant into a smaller place in my apartment. Perhaps I did not speak plain enough. I meant that should my daughter and her husband return from Russia and decide to live with me, that I will let them have the front room in which I slept and lived until now and move into a back space—called the servant’s room.

Olga and her husband returned the 3rd of this month and are really living in my apartment, occupying the front room. It made a terrible change! The moving round of furniture. In the small space I am occupying my bed could not be placed, so the bed is folded together and stands in the back entry and I am sleeping on a small couch. I have your dear blanket, that black and white checkered blanket you so kindly made me a present of when you left Berlin. That dear blanket is my guardian every night. I cannot say things are pleasant. I feel I am nothing any more. My son in law, when he was in Russia, he used to allow me 100 marks every month for rent, gas, telephone—that amount was sent to me by his firm, the A.E.G., but when he is in Berlin he cannot give me anything. He paid the rent this month—of course he has to do that as he is living here, but he has not given me one single cent besides. I am only telling you all this, dear friend, so that you should know what an uncomfortable life this is, and that magistrate affair is not settled yet, nor is the affair Herrmann. I must make up my mind to write again to Mr. Clinton Burgess to New York, to let him know in some sure way that I am really Prof. C. Herrmann’s daughter—and not an imposter as Mrs. Smith declares I am no relation whatever and on the 26th inst. is the second trial at court for my claim against my pupil Mr. Werner Phillip.

How long my son in law will remain here? That I do not know. Of course, he is trying his very best to travel again, it pays better. My pen will not write at all, I have to stop almost after every word. It must have been nice for you, dear friend, to be out of town a short while—you seem to work so hard and you ought to have a change! I would only love to see you again once more ere I close my eyes for ever—will you not let me have a small picture of you? a picture that I can put in my satchel? Do please dear! Xmas and New Year are nearing. With all my heart I do pray for happy days for you. Heaven give you a world of blessings. God give you the best of health—the best of luck and fortune. Once more a world of thanks to you. Believe me in everlasting gratitude and esteem. Your poor unfortunate but ah so grateful old Corelli.

Please write soon.