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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
neatli the odorous bower formed of oak and fir-branches,
sits a jovial company. Above their heads sway game of all
descriptions, birds and beasts, suspended from the centre
of the leafy tent. The tables are spread with the most
tempting viands,—delicious pies and pasties, a boar’s head,
roasted fowls, pheasants and partridges ! And glasses and
tankards are heaped up in artistic array among leaves and
flowers and the prettiest of Munich’s Kellnerinnen, in their
gold and silver swallow-tailed head-dresses, and wth their
gay-coloured boddices laced up in front with silver chains,
wait upon the jolly guests, and smile upon the assembled
crowd, and joke and laugh. And garlanded horses, plump
and sleek, slowly cfraw along the little inn! And now,
you look around, and feel as though witnessing some poeti-
cal, yet withal most solemn, pantomime ! Here stands
the beautiful little Vorstadt Au Church ! It has been
drawn along upon a beautifully painted car,—or illuminated
car, one might rather say. Its sides are covered with
graceful Gothic tracery, amid which, here and there, upon
a shield of azure, shines forth a lovely white lily ; and en-
twining with the tracery round the car runs a scroll, on
which in quaint black letter you read the words,—“ The
grateful Vorstadt Au to the illustrious founder of her
Church, beloved King Ludwig I.” The horses are
richly caparisoned, their trappings bearing a white lily em-
broidered on a deep blue ground.
And now another apparition startles you. A colossal
sword, as if from the Castle of Otranto, is grasped and up-
held by a colossal gauntlet of steel. A wreath of simple,
peaceful moss winds round the cross-like hilt and blade.
The car is a mossy bank. An anvil and hammer, with
various other tools belonging to a forge, show among the
fresh green. Swords of every size and form, daggers and
knives, from the bayonet to the minutest, are symmetri-
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
neatli the odorous bower formed of oak and fir-branches,
sits a jovial company. Above their heads sway game of all
descriptions, birds and beasts, suspended from the centre
of the leafy tent. The tables are spread with the most
tempting viands,—delicious pies and pasties, a boar’s head,
roasted fowls, pheasants and partridges ! And glasses and
tankards are heaped up in artistic array among leaves and
flowers and the prettiest of Munich’s Kellnerinnen, in their
gold and silver swallow-tailed head-dresses, and wth their
gay-coloured boddices laced up in front with silver chains,
wait upon the jolly guests, and smile upon the assembled
crowd, and joke and laugh. And garlanded horses, plump
and sleek, slowly cfraw along the little inn! And now,
you look around, and feel as though witnessing some poeti-
cal, yet withal most solemn, pantomime ! Here stands
the beautiful little Vorstadt Au Church ! It has been
drawn along upon a beautifully painted car,—or illuminated
car, one might rather say. Its sides are covered with
graceful Gothic tracery, amid which, here and there, upon
a shield of azure, shines forth a lovely white lily ; and en-
twining with the tracery round the car runs a scroll, on
which in quaint black letter you read the words,—“ The
grateful Vorstadt Au to the illustrious founder of her
Church, beloved King Ludwig I.” The horses are
richly caparisoned, their trappings bearing a white lily em-
broidered on a deep blue ground.
And now another apparition startles you. A colossal
sword, as if from the Castle of Otranto, is grasped and up-
held by a colossal gauntlet of steel. A wreath of simple,
peaceful moss winds round the cross-like hilt and blade.
The car is a mossy bank. An anvil and hammer, with
various other tools belonging to a forge, show among the
fresh green. Swords of every size and form, daggers and
knives, from the bayonet to the minutest, are symmetri-