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BITS OF MUNICH LIFE.
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summer lightning, turning the mass of blue clouds into
a range of lilac mountains, and the Bavaria building into
an enchanted castle.
We were so charmed with our walk, that we resolved to
go out whenever we could to witness these sunsets, and
then to note them down on our return home.
The next evening, therefore, we took our walk through
the Triumphal Arch at the end of the Ludwig Strasse.
The Ludwig Strasse looks inexpressibly beautiful in the
evening: the uniformity of the Byzantine architecture,
broken but not destroyed by the pale and harmonious tints
employed in the various masses of building ; delicate reds,
and stone-coloiLi’s, and greys, with here and there a mass
of pure dazzling white, all brought into the most delicious
harmony by the glow of evening; the twro white slender
towers of the Ludwig church rising solemnly into the blue
heavens, and surmounted each with a golden cross, which
ever seems to catch the rays of the sun, and to gleam and
sparkle when all else is sombre and dark. Then, in the
evening and twilight, how cool and refreshing, and soothing,
is the splash of the two fountains which play in the open
space before the University and the Jesuits’ School ! I
should love, were I a youth, to study in the University.
That pure, solemn, calm, beautiful building, white as of the
purest marble, with its long rows of round arched windows ;
its long band of medallions also, a medallion between each
centre window, and enclosing the head of a legislator, a
philosopher, or a poet. And as the western sky is lit up
by the setting sun, its light streams through painted
windows, and the contrast between the cool building, seen
in the shadow, and those gemmed, glowing windows, is
magical. There is a monastic calm about the building,
which, to a studious and poetical nature, must be delicious.
The Jesuits’ School is of a pale, warm, stone-colour, of
the same style, but by no means so beautiful. The whole
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summer lightning, turning the mass of blue clouds into
a range of lilac mountains, and the Bavaria building into
an enchanted castle.
We were so charmed with our walk, that we resolved to
go out whenever we could to witness these sunsets, and
then to note them down on our return home.
The next evening, therefore, we took our walk through
the Triumphal Arch at the end of the Ludwig Strasse.
The Ludwig Strasse looks inexpressibly beautiful in the
evening: the uniformity of the Byzantine architecture,
broken but not destroyed by the pale and harmonious tints
employed in the various masses of building ; delicate reds,
and stone-coloiLi’s, and greys, with here and there a mass
of pure dazzling white, all brought into the most delicious
harmony by the glow of evening; the twro white slender
towers of the Ludwig church rising solemnly into the blue
heavens, and surmounted each with a golden cross, which
ever seems to catch the rays of the sun, and to gleam and
sparkle when all else is sombre and dark. Then, in the
evening and twilight, how cool and refreshing, and soothing,
is the splash of the two fountains which play in the open
space before the University and the Jesuits’ School ! I
should love, were I a youth, to study in the University.
That pure, solemn, calm, beautiful building, white as of the
purest marble, with its long rows of round arched windows ;
its long band of medallions also, a medallion between each
centre window, and enclosing the head of a legislator, a
philosopher, or a poet. And as the western sky is lit up
by the setting sun, its light streams through painted
windows, and the contrast between the cool building, seen
in the shadow, and those gemmed, glowing windows, is
magical. There is a monastic calm about the building,
which, to a studious and poetical nature, must be delicious.
The Jesuits’ School is of a pale, warm, stone-colour, of
the same style, but by no means so beautiful. The whole