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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
bonfires by the water side., leaping over them in memory
of old pagan times.
“ Have you ever been to Schwanthaler’s Castle ?” asked
the painter.
“ No/’ I replied; “ where is it
“ It is about two Stand from Munich, a strange ro-
mantic little castle, a great resort of the Munich artists.
On one occasion they had all gone forth/’ pursued the
painter, “ with music and with banners flying, a grand,
jovial company, and when with sounds of music they ap-
proached the little castle, behold! a knight, clad in armour,
suddenly appeared upon the battlements, and in a hoarse,
sepulchral voice, demanded-
“ Who are these men that, with music and jollity, have
aroused me from my sleep of centuries ?”
And then one of the intruders replied in a grand
speech to the old knight, and there was a deal of parley-
ing.
How thoroughly German is all this ! Imagine highly
intellectual, and earnest spirited men, even were they
painters and poets, in England giving themselves up to
such a frolic. It would be felt as childish and undignified.
But here it is in keeping.
“ And/’ continued the painter, “ there is also another
beautiful feature of our Munich artist-life which you have
never yet properly enjoyed,—this is the Schnee-Gebirg,—-
those sublime mountains where we behold that poetry
which we strive to work out in our pictures here in the
city. The Schnee-Gebirg (the Alpine chain) is a portion
of Munich art—it is our heaven. Such beauty as there is
among these mountains ! such grandeur ! such gorgeous
colouring ! such flowers ! such wild legends ! such a primi-
tive race of people ! such remains of old times,—of the
Romans, of the old Germans, of the Druids. Yes, indeed,
the Tyrol is a district! Talk of Switzerland! it is
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
bonfires by the water side., leaping over them in memory
of old pagan times.
“ Have you ever been to Schwanthaler’s Castle ?” asked
the painter.
“ No/’ I replied; “ where is it
“ It is about two Stand from Munich, a strange ro-
mantic little castle, a great resort of the Munich artists.
On one occasion they had all gone forth/’ pursued the
painter, “ with music and with banners flying, a grand,
jovial company, and when with sounds of music they ap-
proached the little castle, behold! a knight, clad in armour,
suddenly appeared upon the battlements, and in a hoarse,
sepulchral voice, demanded-
“ Who are these men that, with music and jollity, have
aroused me from my sleep of centuries ?”
And then one of the intruders replied in a grand
speech to the old knight, and there was a deal of parley-
ing.
How thoroughly German is all this ! Imagine highly
intellectual, and earnest spirited men, even were they
painters and poets, in England giving themselves up to
such a frolic. It would be felt as childish and undignified.
But here it is in keeping.
“ And/’ continued the painter, “ there is also another
beautiful feature of our Munich artist-life which you have
never yet properly enjoyed,—this is the Schnee-Gebirg,—-
those sublime mountains where we behold that poetry
which we strive to work out in our pictures here in the
city. The Schnee-Gebirg (the Alpine chain) is a portion
of Munich art—it is our heaven. Such beauty as there is
among these mountains ! such grandeur ! such gorgeous
colouring ! such flowers ! such wild legends ! such a primi-
tive race of people ! such remains of old times,—of the
Romans, of the old Germans, of the Druids. Yes, indeed,
the Tyrol is a district! Talk of Switzerland! it is