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JUSTINA’s VISIT.-A GROUP OF ART-SISTERS.
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and we stood and sat before those grand works, in the
most perfect repose and silence, and drank in the whole
spirit of the place.
Justina looked grandly beautiful, with that golden hair
of hers crowning her as with a halo of glory, and her
whole soul looking through her eyes, and quivering on her
lips as she gazed at the pictures. I longed for Kaulbach
to quietly enter, and see her standing before them like a
creature worthy to be immortalized by him,—an exception
to the puny prosaic race of modern days, who are un-
worthy to live in art,—who only deserve to pass away and
be forgotten.
But the sublimest intellectual emotion can, after all,
last only for a time, seeing that we all, the most spiritual
even, are possessed of a double nature,—body and soul.
It was now half-past eleven o’clock, and we were grown
very hungry, for our joy at meeting had prevented our eat-
ing much breakfast• so we betook ourselves to the Mey-
erischen Garten, paying the Hausmeisterin a visit by the
way,—so that Justina might have an idea of a German
kitchen with all its picturesque characteristics ; might have
a glimpse of her poetical little sitting-room and bed-room,
made so beautiful by Kaulbach’s prints and sketches;
that she might see the Hausmeisterin ; that I might have
the joy of saying to the good woman, “ Here is my beloved
friend out of England, the sister of my heart \”
What a pleasant dinner was ours at the Meyerischen
Garten ! What joy we had in all three going into the
kitchen and ordering three portions ! What a delight to
see Justina’s amusement at the odd look of every thing !
What merriment in our little bower over our dinner when
it arrived ! The flock of turkeys came round us as usual;
all the external was the same, but the spirit was very
unusual which reigned at our little dinner-table. No more
“grinding.” Flexors and extensors were forgottenj such
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and we stood and sat before those grand works, in the
most perfect repose and silence, and drank in the whole
spirit of the place.
Justina looked grandly beautiful, with that golden hair
of hers crowning her as with a halo of glory, and her
whole soul looking through her eyes, and quivering on her
lips as she gazed at the pictures. I longed for Kaulbach
to quietly enter, and see her standing before them like a
creature worthy to be immortalized by him,—an exception
to the puny prosaic race of modern days, who are un-
worthy to live in art,—who only deserve to pass away and
be forgotten.
But the sublimest intellectual emotion can, after all,
last only for a time, seeing that we all, the most spiritual
even, are possessed of a double nature,—body and soul.
It was now half-past eleven o’clock, and we were grown
very hungry, for our joy at meeting had prevented our eat-
ing much breakfast• so we betook ourselves to the Mey-
erischen Garten, paying the Hausmeisterin a visit by the
way,—so that Justina might have an idea of a German
kitchen with all its picturesque characteristics ; might have
a glimpse of her poetical little sitting-room and bed-room,
made so beautiful by Kaulbach’s prints and sketches;
that she might see the Hausmeisterin ; that I might have
the joy of saying to the good woman, “ Here is my beloved
friend out of England, the sister of my heart \”
What a pleasant dinner was ours at the Meyerischen
Garten ! What joy we had in all three going into the
kitchen and ordering three portions ! What a delight to
see Justina’s amusement at the odd look of every thing !
What merriment in our little bower over our dinner when
it arrived ! The flock of turkeys came round us as usual;
all the external was the same, but the spirit was very
unusual which reigned at our little dinner-table. No more
“grinding.” Flexors and extensors were forgottenj such