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THE BAVARIA FESTIVAL.
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florists and fruiterers’ cars are perfect dreams of flowers
and fruits. Regiments of gardeners and gardeneresses
attend them, attired in the conventional stage costume of
gardeners, and bearing in their hands rakes and hoes.
Children and young girls bear fruit and flowers in pictu-
resque baskets upon their shoulders; and in the very centre
of the gardeners’ train come on two stout young fellows,
bearing between them, supported on a pole, an enormous
bunch of grapes, as if returning from the “promisedland.”
But I will not attempt to particularise the wonders
assembled in the Dult Platz. Suffice it to know
that three-and-twenty cars appeared, each followed and
preceded by its picturesque attendants; to say nothing of
quaintly attired bands of musicians mounted on horseback :
each one connected with the procession wearing a spray,
or garland of oak.
On our way to the Theresien Wiese we encountered
another marvel travelling towards the place of rendezvous :
it was the brewers’ car, bearing aloft its huge Poked or
drinking-cup. In size the drinking-cup resembled a steam-
engine chimney, : it was of that quaint, beautiful, half-
gothic, half-rustic character, familiar to us in Neurenther’s
designs. In gothic niches, around the rim, stood quaint
emblematic figures,—the graceful hop, with its clusters of
fruit, employed as ornament j little beer-barrels encircled
the stem of the cup, forming a quaint moulding; and the
lid was surmounted by an emblematic figure, gilt: such a
jovial crew, too, as attended this Poked ! Six sleek, heavy
brewers’ horses slowly drew along the car, which was
wreathed with sprays of hop. Men in a mediaeval costume
of black and yellow were mounted on every second horse,
trumpeting vigorously. Men in scarlet waistcoats tightly
buckled round their waists, and with brilliantly white shirt-
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florists and fruiterers’ cars are perfect dreams of flowers
and fruits. Regiments of gardeners and gardeneresses
attend them, attired in the conventional stage costume of
gardeners, and bearing in their hands rakes and hoes.
Children and young girls bear fruit and flowers in pictu-
resque baskets upon their shoulders; and in the very centre
of the gardeners’ train come on two stout young fellows,
bearing between them, supported on a pole, an enormous
bunch of grapes, as if returning from the “promisedland.”
But I will not attempt to particularise the wonders
assembled in the Dult Platz. Suffice it to know
that three-and-twenty cars appeared, each followed and
preceded by its picturesque attendants; to say nothing of
quaintly attired bands of musicians mounted on horseback :
each one connected with the procession wearing a spray,
or garland of oak.
On our way to the Theresien Wiese we encountered
another marvel travelling towards the place of rendezvous :
it was the brewers’ car, bearing aloft its huge Poked or
drinking-cup. In size the drinking-cup resembled a steam-
engine chimney, : it was of that quaint, beautiful, half-
gothic, half-rustic character, familiar to us in Neurenther’s
designs. In gothic niches, around the rim, stood quaint
emblematic figures,—the graceful hop, with its clusters of
fruit, employed as ornament j little beer-barrels encircled
the stem of the cup, forming a quaint moulding; and the
lid was surmounted by an emblematic figure, gilt: such a
jovial crew, too, as attended this Poked ! Six sleek, heavy
brewers’ horses slowly drew along the car, which was
wreathed with sprays of hop. Men in a mediaeval costume
of black and yellow were mounted on every second horse,
trumpeting vigorously. Men in scarlet waistcoats tightly
buckled round their waists, and with brilliantly white shirt-