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148 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
leaving Jerusalem. It had been placed in our little studio
for warmth : we welcomed it with much love.
People usually call the neighbourhood of Munich stupid,
flat, and utterly devoid of natural beauty; they speak of
the singular contrast between the beauty of the city and
the barrenness and want of interest in the neighbourhood.
Strange to say, I shall bring away with me memories of
the beauties of nature, which, in looking back to my
sojourn, I almost think will outshine the memory of the
beauties of art. I recall a dozen sun-set skies, that, for
gorgeousness and glory, put to shame all the gold and rain-
bow hues of the churches. This vast plain, with its
dreamy horizon of Alps, the desolate banks of the Isar,
the lovely English Garden, and all the many pleasant, quiet
strolls to quaint old villages,—what delicious memories
shall I not carry away with me of them !
Besides this, the ground, in summer, is one mosaic of
lovely flowersj and the sky is a never-ceasing delight,—so
blue and clear. I often wonder whether it is owing to the
atmosphere being clearer here than in England, and also to
the greater beauty and freshness of colouring of the public
buildings, that not a single day passes over without its
presenting you with some architectural picture.
Every evening, as I cross the Ludwig Strasse, I look
down it to see some new effect upon the Siegesthor.
Last night the ground was sparkling with snow, the horizon
the palest tint of peach-colour, deepening into a warm
rose, and against the sky stood forth the Siegesthor as if
carved in ivory. Sometimes it glows as if carved in ruddy
gold. I had no conception, till I came here, of the won-
derful beauty of colour in architecture, and how nature
seems to pronounce her blessing upon it, by heightening
the beauty of man’s work, through her showers of sunshine
and her clouds of shadow, and her glow of reflected lights.
leaving Jerusalem. It had been placed in our little studio
for warmth : we welcomed it with much love.
People usually call the neighbourhood of Munich stupid,
flat, and utterly devoid of natural beauty; they speak of
the singular contrast between the beauty of the city and
the barrenness and want of interest in the neighbourhood.
Strange to say, I shall bring away with me memories of
the beauties of nature, which, in looking back to my
sojourn, I almost think will outshine the memory of the
beauties of art. I recall a dozen sun-set skies, that, for
gorgeousness and glory, put to shame all the gold and rain-
bow hues of the churches. This vast plain, with its
dreamy horizon of Alps, the desolate banks of the Isar,
the lovely English Garden, and all the many pleasant, quiet
strolls to quaint old villages,—what delicious memories
shall I not carry away with me of them !
Besides this, the ground, in summer, is one mosaic of
lovely flowersj and the sky is a never-ceasing delight,—so
blue and clear. I often wonder whether it is owing to the
atmosphere being clearer here than in England, and also to
the greater beauty and freshness of colouring of the public
buildings, that not a single day passes over without its
presenting you with some architectural picture.
Every evening, as I cross the Ludwig Strasse, I look
down it to see some new effect upon the Siegesthor.
Last night the ground was sparkling with snow, the horizon
the palest tint of peach-colour, deepening into a warm
rose, and against the sky stood forth the Siegesthor as if
carved in ivory. Sometimes it glows as if carved in ruddy
gold. I had no conception, till I came here, of the won-
derful beauty of colour in architecture, and how nature
seems to pronounce her blessing upon it, by heightening
the beauty of man’s work, through her showers of sunshine
and her clouds of shadow, and her glow of reflected lights.