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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
most unpleasantly remind one of the flight of time. All
through that first night how those clocks did chime-
hours and quarters, quarters and hours, like mad things I
And as the clocks were not particularly accurate, they
chimed one after another till the whole hour was a mass of
chimes—booming, tinkling, striking high and low, slow and
fast, till one grew frantic. I was certainly only restrained
by my good angel from starting up and dashing the temple
to pieces.
“Oh, Madame Thekla !” cried I, the next morning, “we
must have these clocks stopped, they drive us mad; they
will kill us !”
“ Don’t the gracious young ladies, then, like to know
how the time passes ?” remarked the astonished Madame
Thekla: “ but I remember, you English don’t like clocks :
the English gentleman who once lodged here also disliked
to know how the time passed• he ran into my room, as
you have done, gracious young lady, the first morning he
was here, like a mad gentleman, and asked me why there
was all this ‘Devil’s music,”’—\Teufels-Musilc\—“yes,
‘ Devil’s music,’ he called it! and said if it went on, he
should set off!”
“ And so shall we, Madame Thekla!” cried I, much
amused; “neither can we stand the Devil’s music !”
Thank heaven, the “ Devil’s music” has ended in our
rooms, but in Madame Thekla’s it still chimes on; and
this, together with the carolling of the larks, awakes me
every morning betimes.
Yes; we imagine that we shall be very comfortable with
these good Werffs. We only fear they may be too fussy;
they are so very good to us, so motherly, so over kind ’
How much they would delight in our being ill! Their
highest delight would be wrapping us up in bed and making
us drink gruel! I see their delighted, yet anxious, old
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
most unpleasantly remind one of the flight of time. All
through that first night how those clocks did chime-
hours and quarters, quarters and hours, like mad things I
And as the clocks were not particularly accurate, they
chimed one after another till the whole hour was a mass of
chimes—booming, tinkling, striking high and low, slow and
fast, till one grew frantic. I was certainly only restrained
by my good angel from starting up and dashing the temple
to pieces.
“Oh, Madame Thekla !” cried I, the next morning, “we
must have these clocks stopped, they drive us mad; they
will kill us !”
“ Don’t the gracious young ladies, then, like to know
how the time passes ?” remarked the astonished Madame
Thekla: “ but I remember, you English don’t like clocks :
the English gentleman who once lodged here also disliked
to know how the time passed• he ran into my room, as
you have done, gracious young lady, the first morning he
was here, like a mad gentleman, and asked me why there
was all this ‘Devil’s music,”’—\Teufels-Musilc\—“yes,
‘ Devil’s music,’ he called it! and said if it went on, he
should set off!”
“ And so shall we, Madame Thekla!” cried I, much
amused; “neither can we stand the Devil’s music !”
Thank heaven, the “ Devil’s music” has ended in our
rooms, but in Madame Thekla’s it still chimes on; and
this, together with the carolling of the larks, awakes me
every morning betimes.
Yes; we imagine that we shall be very comfortable with
these good Werffs. We only fear they may be too fussy;
they are so very good to us, so motherly, so over kind ’
How much they would delight in our being ill! Their
highest delight would be wrapping us up in bed and making
us drink gruel! I see their delighted, yet anxious, old