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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
CHAPTER X.
THE OCTOBER “ VOLKS-FEST.”
Next Sunday, Oct. 6th, commences the great People’s
Festival, and, in celebration of this, the Enthillling—the
uncovering, the unveiling, or whatever it is called, of the
great Bavaria statue takes place. Thursday, the 3rd,
was announced as the day of the Bavaria festival; but,
strange to say, it seems next to impossible, although to-
morrow is Thursday, to ascertain what really will take place.
The newspapers and announcements on the walls have been'
contradicting one another, day after day, this week past.
Neither can you discover where tickets are to be obtained
for the seats erected on the meadow.
Thursday evening.—Rain! rain! and it has rained all day.
There has been no festival, and people are uncertain whether
there will be any to-morrow.
Saturday evening.—It rained, rained, rained ah yesterday,
and there was no festival. Crowds of strangers are here to
witness the ceremony, and there is nothing but rain.
The King and Queen of Saxony, the King and Queen of
Greece, the Duchess of Modena, King Ludwig and his
Queen, King Max and his Queen, all returned for the grand
day; and all is put an end to by the rain ! The town is full of
peasants, drawn hither several days before the commence-
ment of their festival, in expectation of witnessing the
greatest festival of all,—the revealing of that august presence
before whom their games and festivities henceforth are to
take place.
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
CHAPTER X.
THE OCTOBER “ VOLKS-FEST.”
Next Sunday, Oct. 6th, commences the great People’s
Festival, and, in celebration of this, the Enthillling—the
uncovering, the unveiling, or whatever it is called, of the
great Bavaria statue takes place. Thursday, the 3rd,
was announced as the day of the Bavaria festival; but,
strange to say, it seems next to impossible, although to-
morrow is Thursday, to ascertain what really will take place.
The newspapers and announcements on the walls have been'
contradicting one another, day after day, this week past.
Neither can you discover where tickets are to be obtained
for the seats erected on the meadow.
Thursday evening.—Rain! rain! and it has rained all day.
There has been no festival, and people are uncertain whether
there will be any to-morrow.
Saturday evening.—It rained, rained, rained ah yesterday,
and there was no festival. Crowds of strangers are here to
witness the ceremony, and there is nothing but rain.
The King and Queen of Saxony, the King and Queen of
Greece, the Duchess of Modena, King Ludwig and his
Queen, King Max and his Queen, all returned for the grand
day; and all is put an end to by the rain ! The town is full of
peasants, drawn hither several days before the commence-
ment of their festival, in expectation of witnessing the
greatest festival of all,—the revealing of that august presence
before whom their games and festivities henceforth are to
take place.