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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
some twenty milk-white spaniels rushing up and down the
stairs of a burning fortress, illumined by brilliant rose-
coloured, green, and blue lights, was very curious indeed.
If I could have forgotten the terrible training through
which these poor creatures must have gone, I should have
enjoyed it much more. But I did not wonder, after seeing
all then feats, that our little friend had been so enchanted.
He sat behind us in the half-price seats, but for all that we
continued to exchange many smiling glances during the
performance. I only wished I could have seen a whole
row of little fellows all equally delighted and surprised by
then* good fortune.
A PUBLIC BALL.
I went last night to one of the grand public balls; but
not to dance, only into the gallery, to look on and enjoy
the spectacle without the fatigue—or the pleasure. This
ball was in the Odeon, one of the principal public buildings
here, and where the Conservatorium is. The room where
the ball was held was the same that I described to you
once before, when a concert was given by the pupils of the
Conservatorium. Myra Amsel and I mounted some dozen
steep flights of stab’s, and at length emerged into the
gallery. We left a throng of carriages setting down ball-
attired ladies and gentlemen at the principal entrance, and
a throng of spectators admiring them.
Quite out of breath, from our long ascent, we found our-
selves in the gallery which runs round the large hall, at an
immense height from the floor. The gallery was crowded
with people, all eagerly leaning, in a double row, over the
rading; so that, from the ball-room below, the ceilmg
must have seemed adorned with a cornice of living faces.
The gallery-crowd appeared to consist of friends of the
ball-room company, who were anxiously watching or wait-
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
some twenty milk-white spaniels rushing up and down the
stairs of a burning fortress, illumined by brilliant rose-
coloured, green, and blue lights, was very curious indeed.
If I could have forgotten the terrible training through
which these poor creatures must have gone, I should have
enjoyed it much more. But I did not wonder, after seeing
all then feats, that our little friend had been so enchanted.
He sat behind us in the half-price seats, but for all that we
continued to exchange many smiling glances during the
performance. I only wished I could have seen a whole
row of little fellows all equally delighted and surprised by
then* good fortune.
A PUBLIC BALL.
I went last night to one of the grand public balls; but
not to dance, only into the gallery, to look on and enjoy
the spectacle without the fatigue—or the pleasure. This
ball was in the Odeon, one of the principal public buildings
here, and where the Conservatorium is. The room where
the ball was held was the same that I described to you
once before, when a concert was given by the pupils of the
Conservatorium. Myra Amsel and I mounted some dozen
steep flights of stab’s, and at length emerged into the
gallery. We left a throng of carriages setting down ball-
attired ladies and gentlemen at the principal entrance, and
a throng of spectators admiring them.
Quite out of breath, from our long ascent, we found our-
selves in the gallery which runs round the large hall, at an
immense height from the floor. The gallery was crowded
with people, all eagerly leaning, in a double row, over the
rading; so that, from the ball-room below, the ceilmg
must have seemed adorned with a cornice of living faces.
The gallery-crowd appeared to consist of friends of the
ball-room company, who were anxiously watching or wait-