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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
cottages, and farms, and quiet undulating orchards, with here
and there a seat placed under some fine old apple or plum-tree,
passed gardens gay with huge sunflowers, and stopped to ad-
mire a lovely little bit of colour at the entrance of a gentle-
man’s villa. Imagine the doorway festooned with crimson
Virginia creeper, and opposite the open door a Madonna
standing in a niche of the wall! The Madonna seemed
wreathed round with crimson leaves, and shrubs turning
gold and russet, and varied with every tint of green from
olive to apple, were growing on either side and in front of the
door. The effect was very lovely.
A desire now possessed me to walk on still further to
the second church of this same village, the tall, strange-
looking, pea-green spire of which had long attracted my
curiosity. I had seen it from the road, seen it from the
English Garden. On all sides it was a conspicuous object.
At last I reached it; the roof was very slanting and steep,
and covered with red tiles,—such a strange, quiet, little
church ! The churchyard was crowded with graves thickly
overgrown with flowers; so that what with the flowers
planted on the graves and with the number of garlands
hung upon the crosses, the whole churchyard resembled a
flower-garden. Some of the graves were very lovely; and
either suspended to the cross, which of course stands at the
head of each grave, or sunk into the little flower-border of
the grave itself, was a small cup containing holy water, often
with a little branch or a flower in it, to sprinkle the grave
with. I noticed that upon some of the graves the peasants
had laid the red berries of the mountain ash, or had stuck
them into the soil in form of crosses and stars. In one
corner of the churchyard was a quaint little shrine, also
with a steep red-tiled roof •> and above the low white church-
wall rose the distant woods of the English Garden, so rich
in their autumnal colouring.
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
cottages, and farms, and quiet undulating orchards, with here
and there a seat placed under some fine old apple or plum-tree,
passed gardens gay with huge sunflowers, and stopped to ad-
mire a lovely little bit of colour at the entrance of a gentle-
man’s villa. Imagine the doorway festooned with crimson
Virginia creeper, and opposite the open door a Madonna
standing in a niche of the wall! The Madonna seemed
wreathed round with crimson leaves, and shrubs turning
gold and russet, and varied with every tint of green from
olive to apple, were growing on either side and in front of the
door. The effect was very lovely.
A desire now possessed me to walk on still further to
the second church of this same village, the tall, strange-
looking, pea-green spire of which had long attracted my
curiosity. I had seen it from the road, seen it from the
English Garden. On all sides it was a conspicuous object.
At last I reached it; the roof was very slanting and steep,
and covered with red tiles,—such a strange, quiet, little
church ! The churchyard was crowded with graves thickly
overgrown with flowers; so that what with the flowers
planted on the graves and with the number of garlands
hung upon the crosses, the whole churchyard resembled a
flower-garden. Some of the graves were very lovely; and
either suspended to the cross, which of course stands at the
head of each grave, or sunk into the little flower-border of
the grave itself, was a small cup containing holy water, often
with a little branch or a flower in it, to sprinkle the grave
with. I noticed that upon some of the graves the peasants
had laid the red berries of the mountain ash, or had stuck
them into the soil in form of crosses and stars. In one
corner of the churchyard was a quaint little shrine, also
with a steep red-tiled roof •> and above the low white church-
wall rose the distant woods of the English Garden, so rich
in their autumnal colouring.