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THE FRESCOES OF THE NEW PINAKOTHEK.
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To the left of Schwanthaler stand the sculptors Widnmann
and Brugger, and grand old Thorwaldsen, with his thought-
ful and serene hrow shaded by its cloud of snowy locks :
he wraps himself majestically in his cloak, and looks out,
as with prophetic gaze, towards the great future of German
art.
Beyond these figures, and various statues familiar to the
inhabitant of Munich, rises the pediment of the Regens-
burg Walhalla. Workmen, their muscles strained, their
chests heaving, place upon it the heroic figure of the Her-
mann with his winged helm and firmly clenched sword.
And now, above the pediment, and relieved against the
cloudless deep-blue Munich sky, is a lovely group ! It is
the poetry of the Munich people’s life. Sweet round-faced
girls and women and children gaze down upon all these
wonders of art, and upon this busy throng of artists and
workmen. Theirs is the enjoyment, the astonishment!
This woman in her sparkling silver head-dress and pretty
gay boddice, and silver necklace of many chains, points out
the wonders to those two doubly astonished urchins who
lean over the pediment. And here sits a bright, smiling
“ Kellner in” poming out the intoxicating “ Bock” into the
tall, ell-long glass ! How pretty she is, and how gracefully
she pours ! And see! here is another bright creature
bearing a plate heaped up with round loaves and those
odd-looking roots,—those huge radishes, said to taste so
good with Munich beer ! And beyond, up come peasant
women ! You know them by the kerchief tightly bound
across their brows. How amazed that woman is ! and well
she may be, at that long array of golden statues of the
Electors, which you just see looming out of the distance,
and at the commanding Kurffirst Maximilian I., who,
seated on his bronze horse, grandly waves his bronze arm
against the blue sky.
This little bit of the people’s life is an exquisite touch,
237
To the left of Schwanthaler stand the sculptors Widnmann
and Brugger, and grand old Thorwaldsen, with his thought-
ful and serene hrow shaded by its cloud of snowy locks :
he wraps himself majestically in his cloak, and looks out,
as with prophetic gaze, towards the great future of German
art.
Beyond these figures, and various statues familiar to the
inhabitant of Munich, rises the pediment of the Regens-
burg Walhalla. Workmen, their muscles strained, their
chests heaving, place upon it the heroic figure of the Her-
mann with his winged helm and firmly clenched sword.
And now, above the pediment, and relieved against the
cloudless deep-blue Munich sky, is a lovely group ! It is
the poetry of the Munich people’s life. Sweet round-faced
girls and women and children gaze down upon all these
wonders of art, and upon this busy throng of artists and
workmen. Theirs is the enjoyment, the astonishment!
This woman in her sparkling silver head-dress and pretty
gay boddice, and silver necklace of many chains, points out
the wonders to those two doubly astonished urchins who
lean over the pediment. And here sits a bright, smiling
“ Kellner in” poming out the intoxicating “ Bock” into the
tall, ell-long glass ! How pretty she is, and how gracefully
she pours ! And see! here is another bright creature
bearing a plate heaped up with round loaves and those
odd-looking roots,—those huge radishes, said to taste so
good with Munich beer ! And beyond, up come peasant
women ! You know them by the kerchief tightly bound
across their brows. How amazed that woman is ! and well
she may be, at that long array of golden statues of the
Electors, which you just see looming out of the distance,
and at the commanding Kurffirst Maximilian I., who,
seated on his bronze horse, grandly waves his bronze arm
against the blue sky.
This little bit of the people’s life is an exquisite touch,