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224 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
walls frown clown on the spectator torture-pictures, alter-
nating with huge gilt images of sentimental saints in clumsy
drapery. The altars are masses of golden clouds and golden
cherubs.
Music, as from the orchestra of a theatre rather than
from the choir of a church, greeted Madame Thekla and
myself as we entered. The butchers were just passing out.
We caught glimpses of scarlet coats •, and saw two huge
silver flagons, covered with a very panoply of gold and
silver medals, borne aloft by pompous officials clothed in
scarlet. Having watched the procession—some half-dozen
tiny butchers’ sons, urchins of five and six years old, with
rosy, round faces, and chubby hands, mounted on stalwart
horses, and dressed in little scarlet coats, top-boots, and
jaunty green velvet hats—seven butchers’ apprentices, the
Leapers of the day, also dressed in scarlet, and mounted on
horseback—the musicians—the ample train of master-
butchers and journeymen, in long dark cloaks and with
huge nosegays in their hats—and the scarlet officials bear-
ing the decorated flagons,—having watched, I say, all these
good folk wend their way in long procession up the narrow
street leading from the church, and seen them cross the
market-place in the direction of the Palace, where they are
awaited by the King,—let us look around, and notice the
features of the market-place : for it is, in fact, a quaint
old bit of the city, and well worth a glimpse.
If I love the Ludwig Strasse as the most beautiful por-
tion of new Munich, I almost equally love the Schrannen
Platz as about the quaintest part of old Munich. It is long
and narrow as a market-place, but wide as a street. The
houses are old ; many of them very handsome, and rich with
ornamental stucco-work,—
“ All garlanded with carven imageries
“ Of fruit and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass.”
walls frown clown on the spectator torture-pictures, alter-
nating with huge gilt images of sentimental saints in clumsy
drapery. The altars are masses of golden clouds and golden
cherubs.
Music, as from the orchestra of a theatre rather than
from the choir of a church, greeted Madame Thekla and
myself as we entered. The butchers were just passing out.
We caught glimpses of scarlet coats •, and saw two huge
silver flagons, covered with a very panoply of gold and
silver medals, borne aloft by pompous officials clothed in
scarlet. Having watched the procession—some half-dozen
tiny butchers’ sons, urchins of five and six years old, with
rosy, round faces, and chubby hands, mounted on stalwart
horses, and dressed in little scarlet coats, top-boots, and
jaunty green velvet hats—seven butchers’ apprentices, the
Leapers of the day, also dressed in scarlet, and mounted on
horseback—the musicians—the ample train of master-
butchers and journeymen, in long dark cloaks and with
huge nosegays in their hats—and the scarlet officials bear-
ing the decorated flagons,—having watched, I say, all these
good folk wend their way in long procession up the narrow
street leading from the church, and seen them cross the
market-place in the direction of the Palace, where they are
awaited by the King,—let us look around, and notice the
features of the market-place : for it is, in fact, a quaint
old bit of the city, and well worth a glimpse.
If I love the Ludwig Strasse as the most beautiful por-
tion of new Munich, I almost equally love the Schrannen
Platz as about the quaintest part of old Munich. It is long
and narrow as a market-place, but wide as a street. The
houses are old ; many of them very handsome, and rich with
ornamental stucco-work,—
“ All garlanded with carven imageries
“ Of fruit and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass.”