31, to Chopin, and Chopin his twenty-four Preludes, Op.

28, to him--that is to say, the German edition.
By this time the reader must have found out that Warsaw was not such a musical desert as he may at first have imagined.

Perfect renderings of great orchestral works, it is true, seem to have been as yet unattainable, and the performances of operas failed likewise to satisfy a pure and trained taste.

Nay, in 1822 it was even said that the opera was getting worse.

But when the fruits of the Conservatorium had had time to ripen and could be gathered in, things would assume a more promising aspect.