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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
nor I, shall forget for many a day:—we saw it bnt for an
instant, but it was daguerreotyped for ever. An old man,
nearly dead ! They had propped him up, and were giving
him some soup: the poor skeleton legs, bare from the
knees, hung down the bedside, lank and horrible, and dis-
coloured ; whilst a wretched shirt barely covered his meagre
shrunk chest and arms, and a whisp of a blue handkerchief
was tied round his throat. One instant we saw the vision;
then turned away quite sick. Poor, unhappy, neglected
old man ! And this was one of the rooms which was to be
let! The room in itself was not amiss, if it had been cleaned
and had fresh furniture, and the second opening out of it
was really pretty: but could we ever get over that horrible
vision, or should we like to live with people who allowed
life, much more death, to be so miserable and squalid ?
We saw in the garden, as we passed out, a group
of respectable-looking people taking supper at a little table
under some trees.
“ That is the Baroness and her family/’ said the miller’s
wife,—“ the Baroness, who lives at that house and she
pointed to a handsome, quaint, old gabled house, which also
stood in the garden. We ourselves should have enjoyed
the garden very much; and when we got out among the
sunflowers, and smelt the fresh evening scents, and heard the
leaves rustle over our heads, we began to think whether we
might not after all manage with the rooms. But no ! we
had seen that which we could not forget, and we went on
to search further.
Next we went to the house of a well-to-do carpenter,—but
there was nothing; then to a very nice clean house, a
Wasser-Anstalt (a Hydropathic Establishment). Such a
pretty place ! with a sweet fresh garden. But the people
of the place,—a stately elderly man, like a character in one
of Kotzebue’s plays, and his wife, who was dressed as
gaily as a tidip,—would, however, have nothing to do with
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
nor I, shall forget for many a day:—we saw it bnt for an
instant, but it was daguerreotyped for ever. An old man,
nearly dead ! They had propped him up, and were giving
him some soup: the poor skeleton legs, bare from the
knees, hung down the bedside, lank and horrible, and dis-
coloured ; whilst a wretched shirt barely covered his meagre
shrunk chest and arms, and a whisp of a blue handkerchief
was tied round his throat. One instant we saw the vision;
then turned away quite sick. Poor, unhappy, neglected
old man ! And this was one of the rooms which was to be
let! The room in itself was not amiss, if it had been cleaned
and had fresh furniture, and the second opening out of it
was really pretty: but could we ever get over that horrible
vision, or should we like to live with people who allowed
life, much more death, to be so miserable and squalid ?
We saw in the garden, as we passed out, a group
of respectable-looking people taking supper at a little table
under some trees.
“ That is the Baroness and her family/’ said the miller’s
wife,—“ the Baroness, who lives at that house and she
pointed to a handsome, quaint, old gabled house, which also
stood in the garden. We ourselves should have enjoyed
the garden very much; and when we got out among the
sunflowers, and smelt the fresh evening scents, and heard the
leaves rustle over our heads, we began to think whether we
might not after all manage with the rooms. But no ! we
had seen that which we could not forget, and we went on
to search further.
Next we went to the house of a well-to-do carpenter,—but
there was nothing; then to a very nice clean house, a
Wasser-Anstalt (a Hydropathic Establishment). Such a
pretty place ! with a sweet fresh garden. But the people
of the place,—a stately elderly man, like a character in one
of Kotzebue’s plays, and his wife, who was dressed as
gaily as a tidip,—would, however, have nothing to do with