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30 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
lowing and bleating. All is peace, fruitfulness, love. They
journey towards a land of promise. ee In my race shall all
the nations of the earth be blessed/'’ spake the Lord God;
“ and to you, ye nations of the earth, to you is born, in the
city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. Glory
to God in the highest, and peace on earth and good-will to
men!”
Opposite to the Fall of Babel, in the small studio, hangs
the design for the Battle of the Huns, another of the Berlin
frescoes. The subject is taken from the old legend related
by Damascius in his life of Isidorus, which relates now the
hatred was so intense between the Huns and Bomans that
after a great battle fought before the walls of Borne, in the
time of Valentinian III., the spirits of the slain returned
into the corpses, and a frenzied conflict was renewed by the
phantoms in the air; a legend fraught with deep signifi-
cance, and found in various ages, and among various nations,
symbolisingthebitter hatred which outhves the mortal conflict!
Borne, in the distance, with its temples, palaces, and
gardens, sleeps silently upon its seven hills. Between the
quiet walls and the foreground of the picture are scattered
groups of slain. Here, in the front, lies a heap of corpses,
Bomans and Huns mingled together; soldiers, Amazons,
horses, and wild Hun children. The sleep of death is,
however, loosening its hold upon them. A gigantic Hun,
wrapt in his skin mantle, his eyes still closed, his bearded
chin sunk upon his breast, draws slowly, as yet drunk with
sleep, his sword forth from its scabbard. Beside him lies a
yet unawakened Amazon, her stern countenance thrown
back in death upon the lap of another woman, who sits
gazing, full of a wild amaze, towards the sky. A third
woman is gradually awaking, though her eyes are still
closed and her head bending towards the earth. Sunk
upon the breast of the sleeping Amazon, like the pretty
lowing and bleating. All is peace, fruitfulness, love. They
journey towards a land of promise. ee In my race shall all
the nations of the earth be blessed/'’ spake the Lord God;
“ and to you, ye nations of the earth, to you is born, in the
city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. Glory
to God in the highest, and peace on earth and good-will to
men!”
Opposite to the Fall of Babel, in the small studio, hangs
the design for the Battle of the Huns, another of the Berlin
frescoes. The subject is taken from the old legend related
by Damascius in his life of Isidorus, which relates now the
hatred was so intense between the Huns and Bomans that
after a great battle fought before the walls of Borne, in the
time of Valentinian III., the spirits of the slain returned
into the corpses, and a frenzied conflict was renewed by the
phantoms in the air; a legend fraught with deep signifi-
cance, and found in various ages, and among various nations,
symbolisingthebitter hatred which outhves the mortal conflict!
Borne, in the distance, with its temples, palaces, and
gardens, sleeps silently upon its seven hills. Between the
quiet walls and the foreground of the picture are scattered
groups of slain. Here, in the front, lies a heap of corpses,
Bomans and Huns mingled together; soldiers, Amazons,
horses, and wild Hun children. The sleep of death is,
however, loosening its hold upon them. A gigantic Hun,
wrapt in his skin mantle, his eyes still closed, his bearded
chin sunk upon his breast, draws slowly, as yet drunk with
sleep, his sword forth from its scabbard. Beside him lies a
yet unawakened Amazon, her stern countenance thrown
back in death upon the lap of another woman, who sits
gazing, full of a wild amaze, towards the sky. A third
woman is gradually awaking, though her eyes are still
closed and her head bending towards the earth. Sunk
upon the breast of the sleeping Amazon, like the pretty