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ALL SOULS DAY, AND A ROYAL CHRISTENING,
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CHAPTER, XV.
ALL SOULS DAY, AND A ROYAL CHRISTENING.
Munich, Nov. 1.—This is AH Souls Day. The principal
cemetery is illuminated and decorated with flowers, gar-
lands, and various devices,—and all Munich goes out to see
it. We had heard of this grand day for weeks, and there-
fore were rather curious about it. We set off at two
o’clock, and on our way through the Ttirken Strasse met
King Ludwig walking alone. Spite of all the old king’s
failings, my heart warms to him as the generous and noble
patron of Art; and as such I made him a low reverence as
he passed, and received in return a gracious smile and bow.
A little farther on, driving across the Maximilian Platz, we
met the other king and his brother King Otho. They were
in a gay carriage with outriders in blue, and their two
queens were with them. They had been to the cemetery.
The cemetery hes outside the Sendlinger Thor,—the old
and new Gottes-Acker lying close together. Tribes of
people were streaming in the direction of the cemeteries,
and aH wore a holiday look. The whole day had been a
holiday; mass had been performed in the churches, and
the shops were closed. On the open space before the
ruinous old SenclHnger gate were a number of stalls, on
which were displayed wreaths of moss and ivy, and crosses
covered with moss and ivy, and initial letters also formed
of the same materials. As we approached the burial-ground
these stabs increased in number,—on which also crucifixes
157
CHAPTER, XV.
ALL SOULS DAY, AND A ROYAL CHRISTENING.
Munich, Nov. 1.—This is AH Souls Day. The principal
cemetery is illuminated and decorated with flowers, gar-
lands, and various devices,—and all Munich goes out to see
it. We had heard of this grand day for weeks, and there-
fore were rather curious about it. We set off at two
o’clock, and on our way through the Ttirken Strasse met
King Ludwig walking alone. Spite of all the old king’s
failings, my heart warms to him as the generous and noble
patron of Art; and as such I made him a low reverence as
he passed, and received in return a gracious smile and bow.
A little farther on, driving across the Maximilian Platz, we
met the other king and his brother King Otho. They were
in a gay carriage with outriders in blue, and their two
queens were with them. They had been to the cemetery.
The cemetery hes outside the Sendlinger Thor,—the old
and new Gottes-Acker lying close together. Tribes of
people were streaming in the direction of the cemeteries,
and aH wore a holiday look. The whole day had been a
holiday; mass had been performed in the churches, and
the shops were closed. On the open space before the
ruinous old SenclHnger gate were a number of stalls, on
which were displayed wreaths of moss and ivy, and crosses
covered with moss and ivy, and initial letters also formed
of the same materials. As we approached the burial-ground
these stabs increased in number,—on which also crucifixes