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90 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
things as anatomy, or work, or fatigue, or home-sickness,
no longer existed. All was the joyous, blessed present!
Justina entered thoroughly into the spirit of our life,
laughing at the want of salt-spoons and such luxuries;
wiping the forks for our second course, our Meld-speise, on
the table-cloth, and drinking the coffee with an indescribable
relish.
After this dinner, which Justina enjoyed with all the
keener relish, from the contrast it made to the life she was
leading,—a life of the highest respectability, a life of first-
class travelling, of couriers, of the grandest hotels, of Eng-
lish solemnity, and aristocratic propriety. She declared
again and again that there never was such a delicious,
free, poetical life as ours and she was perfectly right. I
fully believe that she will in a while spend a month with
us; perhaps join us in our Tyrolean trip.
Justina is gone ! I am alone this evening, as Clare is
out with some English friends.
Thank God that she has been here ! We all agree that
three such gay delightful days never before were spent by
three such accordant spirits; days which we shall never
forget, and out of which Justina declares that something
great and good must come. She, the very embodiment of
health, soul, and body, without a morbid or mean emotion
ever having sullied her spirit—with freshness as of the
morning, and strength as of a young oak—has had the
most beneficial influence on both of us through her intense
love of nature and art, through the same aims in life, yet
all three so different from each other. Clare, a thorough
creature of genius, born to success whether she had de-
voted herself to music, the drama, or painting,—an artist
in the true sense of the word, -with a dramatic power of
expression in everything she attempts, and of a self-
absorbed character by nature. I, possessing an intense
devotion and love of art, of a sensitive, poetical temperament,
things as anatomy, or work, or fatigue, or home-sickness,
no longer existed. All was the joyous, blessed present!
Justina entered thoroughly into the spirit of our life,
laughing at the want of salt-spoons and such luxuries;
wiping the forks for our second course, our Meld-speise, on
the table-cloth, and drinking the coffee with an indescribable
relish.
After this dinner, which Justina enjoyed with all the
keener relish, from the contrast it made to the life she was
leading,—a life of the highest respectability, a life of first-
class travelling, of couriers, of the grandest hotels, of Eng-
lish solemnity, and aristocratic propriety. She declared
again and again that there never was such a delicious,
free, poetical life as ours and she was perfectly right. I
fully believe that she will in a while spend a month with
us; perhaps join us in our Tyrolean trip.
Justina is gone ! I am alone this evening, as Clare is
out with some English friends.
Thank God that she has been here ! We all agree that
three such gay delightful days never before were spent by
three such accordant spirits; days which we shall never
forget, and out of which Justina declares that something
great and good must come. She, the very embodiment of
health, soul, and body, without a morbid or mean emotion
ever having sullied her spirit—with freshness as of the
morning, and strength as of a young oak—has had the
most beneficial influence on both of us through her intense
love of nature and art, through the same aims in life, yet
all three so different from each other. Clare, a thorough
creature of genius, born to success whether she had de-
voted herself to music, the drama, or painting,—an artist
in the true sense of the word, -with a dramatic power of
expression in everything she attempts, and of a self-
absorbed character by nature. I, possessing an intense
devotion and love of art, of a sensitive, poetical temperament,