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Young Haydn, then, was wandering, weary and perplexed, through
its streets, with threadbare clothes on his back and nothing in
his purse. There was absolutely no one to whom he could think of
turning. He might, indeed, have taken the road to Rohrau and been
sure of a warm welcome from his humble parents there. But there
were good reasons why he should not make himself a burden on
them; and, moreover, he probably feared that at home he would run
some risk of being tempted to abandon his cherished profession.
Frau Haydn had not yet given up the hope of seeing her boy made a
priest, and though we have no definite information that Haydn
himself felt a decided aversion to taking orders, it is evident
that he was disinclined to hazard the danger of domestic
pressure. He had now finally made up his mind that he would be a
composer; but he saw clearly enough that, for the present, he
must work, and work, too, not for fame, but for bread.
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