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THE BAVARIA FESTIVAL.
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cally arranged in a fan-like form, on a mossy ground, on
either side of the car. This is the sword-makers’ and
cutlers'’ festal car.
Close follows a monstrous gilt lion, holding in his mouth
a colossal key. He comes from the locksmiths. The
carpenters have sent an idealised carpenter’s shop : the
masons a car bearing a garlanded church tower : the
decorators and gilders a luxurious pavilion glittering with
gold. Beneath that golden canopy, and shaded by those
heavy curtains of Tyrian purple, you expect a vision of an
enchanted sleeping beauty awaking at the kiss of the brave,
handsome Fairy Prince,—that Prince so long awaited by
the sleeper. But the curtains shade no prince or beauty :
it is a marble bust of King Ludwig which gleams forth
from their crimson gloom.
The very butchers have idealised their trade. Their
car is drawn along by four stout oxen—two black, two
tawny-brown; then- sturdy foreheads decked with flowers.
A very pyramid of goodly brown tongues, hams, and
sausages, tastefully arranged and decorated with gay ribbons
and flowers, and foliage, rises in the centre. The entire car
is a bed of flowers and moss, amidst which, at each corner,
nestles a child fantastically arrayed in scarlet and white,
and holding by a cord an innocent white lamb, which
gazes around with large, gentle, dark eyes. The spokes of
the wheels are covered with brilliant flowers. A troop of
gay young butchers follows, attired in white jackets and
trowsers, with jaunty blue caps on their heads, and bearing
hatchets upon their shoulders.
Each car is attended by its band of apprentices, masters,
and journeymen, attired in the idealised costume of their
trade. The weavers following their car, brilliant with its
drapery, are attired in an Albert Durer costume.
One of the loveliest cars is that sent from the Porcelain
Works. Here the most graceful vases and ewers,—many
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cally arranged in a fan-like form, on a mossy ground, on
either side of the car. This is the sword-makers’ and
cutlers'’ festal car.
Close follows a monstrous gilt lion, holding in his mouth
a colossal key. He comes from the locksmiths. The
carpenters have sent an idealised carpenter’s shop : the
masons a car bearing a garlanded church tower : the
decorators and gilders a luxurious pavilion glittering with
gold. Beneath that golden canopy, and shaded by those
heavy curtains of Tyrian purple, you expect a vision of an
enchanted sleeping beauty awaking at the kiss of the brave,
handsome Fairy Prince,—that Prince so long awaited by
the sleeper. But the curtains shade no prince or beauty :
it is a marble bust of King Ludwig which gleams forth
from their crimson gloom.
The very butchers have idealised their trade. Their
car is drawn along by four stout oxen—two black, two
tawny-brown; then- sturdy foreheads decked with flowers.
A very pyramid of goodly brown tongues, hams, and
sausages, tastefully arranged and decorated with gay ribbons
and flowers, and foliage, rises in the centre. The entire car
is a bed of flowers and moss, amidst which, at each corner,
nestles a child fantastically arrayed in scarlet and white,
and holding by a cord an innocent white lamb, which
gazes around with large, gentle, dark eyes. The spokes of
the wheels are covered with brilliant flowers. A troop of
gay young butchers follows, attired in white jackets and
trowsers, with jaunty blue caps on their heads, and bearing
hatchets upon their shoulders.
Each car is attended by its band of apprentices, masters,
and journeymen, attired in the idealised costume of their
trade. The weavers following their car, brilliant with its
drapery, are attired in an Albert Durer costume.
One of the loveliest cars is that sent from the Porcelain
Works. Here the most graceful vases and ewers,—many