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BITS OF MUNICH LIFE.
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who sat on a bench before the door, and drank beer •, the
student also drank beer—the girl took nothing. She sate
with her back turned towards him, and evidently was
very unhappy. I think they must have had a quarrel:
what a shame to quarrel hi the Kingdom of Heaven ! I
went into the house, and ordered coffee from a woman
whom I met with a huge coffee-mill in her hand. She said
it should be ready in a minute,—fresh, capital coffee !
We seated ourselves at the end of a long verandah, which
was covered with vines, at the end opposite to where the
lovers were, and noticed all around us, to occupy the time
till the coffee appeared. Coffee at length made its appear-
ance—vile coffee and peppery bread; and leaving the lovers
still unreconciled, we bade adieu to the “ Kingdom of
Heaven/-’ and betook ourselves home in the delicious twi-
light.
There is always something very picturesque in a German
landscape. To-day I walked to a village which I had often
passed, but never till now penetrated into. There is a
picturesque little church, with a tall roof and quaint white
tower, crowned with an oriental-looking red-brick dome;
a row of poplars, just bordered here and there with streaks
of yellow, waved quietly in front of the church, and over the
low churchyard wall hung the branches of a lime which
was already quite gorgeous in its autumnal livery, the richest
gold and the deepest olive. I sate down upon the delicious
dry grass and among dry fallen leaves beneath another row
of poplars. How pleasant it was ! The air was filled with
an aromatic scent of leaves,—not a smell of decay but of
dried sap; and all was so calm. There was a certain sadness,
but a peace in every thing ; there was not a sound, scarcely
a living creature to be seen, only an old peasant woman
leading a goat by a cord as it fed along the grass.
I went onward into the pleasant little village, past small
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who sat on a bench before the door, and drank beer •, the
student also drank beer—the girl took nothing. She sate
with her back turned towards him, and evidently was
very unhappy. I think they must have had a quarrel:
what a shame to quarrel hi the Kingdom of Heaven ! I
went into the house, and ordered coffee from a woman
whom I met with a huge coffee-mill in her hand. She said
it should be ready in a minute,—fresh, capital coffee !
We seated ourselves at the end of a long verandah, which
was covered with vines, at the end opposite to where the
lovers were, and noticed all around us, to occupy the time
till the coffee appeared. Coffee at length made its appear-
ance—vile coffee and peppery bread; and leaving the lovers
still unreconciled, we bade adieu to the “ Kingdom of
Heaven/-’ and betook ourselves home in the delicious twi-
light.
There is always something very picturesque in a German
landscape. To-day I walked to a village which I had often
passed, but never till now penetrated into. There is a
picturesque little church, with a tall roof and quaint white
tower, crowned with an oriental-looking red-brick dome;
a row of poplars, just bordered here and there with streaks
of yellow, waved quietly in front of the church, and over the
low churchyard wall hung the branches of a lime which
was already quite gorgeous in its autumnal livery, the richest
gold and the deepest olive. I sate down upon the delicious
dry grass and among dry fallen leaves beneath another row
of poplars. How pleasant it was ! The air was filled with
an aromatic scent of leaves,—not a smell of decay but of
dried sap; and all was so calm. There was a certain sadness,
but a peace in every thing ; there was not a sound, scarcely
a living creature to be seen, only an old peasant woman
leading a goat by a cord as it fed along the grass.
I went onward into the pleasant little village, past small