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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
By a few steps you could descend into a quiet little
garden, shaded hy the tall palace walls on the other three
sides, and where grass grew rank and brightly green
around green bronze statues, and around the basin of a
fountain. Old-fashioned ladies and gentlemen scattered
over the grass in Watteau-like groups, would have been
greatly in character with the garden—the ladies with lap-
dogs and with fans. A stately minuet ought properly to
have been danced upon the terrace by a stately lady in a
hooped petticoat of white and rose colour, and by a stately
gentleman in blue, adorned with many knots of ribbon,
and who was graced with very long legs, whilst the
musician played his flute leaning against the pedestal of a
Triton, with a soft and languid air.
This old part of the Royal Palace of Munich is quite a
little town. We discovered also a tiny chapel, now quite
forgotten in the glory of Hess’s frescoes and the beauty of
the new Hof-Kapelle. To-day this old chapel was open,
hung with black cloth, and illuminated with numberless
waxen tapers, and the altar verdant with shrubs and plants
placed upon the altar steps. There was, however, a re-
markably mouldy, cold smell in the place; but I suppose
the royal procession visited this old chapel as well as the
new one, on its way to the Hercules Hall. This cortege,
with the King and his brother walking beneath a splendid
canopy, and attended by priests and courtiers, went, I be-
lieve, wandering about a considerable time, to the edifica-
tion of the populace ; but of all this, excepting from hearsay,
I cannot speak, having considered it as the wiser thing
to return to Madame Thekla and our door, rather than
await it.
The Hercules Hall is rather small, and certainly more
ugly than beautiful, with numbers of old-fashioned chande-
liers hanging from the ceiling; a gallery at each end, sup-
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
By a few steps you could descend into a quiet little
garden, shaded hy the tall palace walls on the other three
sides, and where grass grew rank and brightly green
around green bronze statues, and around the basin of a
fountain. Old-fashioned ladies and gentlemen scattered
over the grass in Watteau-like groups, would have been
greatly in character with the garden—the ladies with lap-
dogs and with fans. A stately minuet ought properly to
have been danced upon the terrace by a stately lady in a
hooped petticoat of white and rose colour, and by a stately
gentleman in blue, adorned with many knots of ribbon,
and who was graced with very long legs, whilst the
musician played his flute leaning against the pedestal of a
Triton, with a soft and languid air.
This old part of the Royal Palace of Munich is quite a
little town. We discovered also a tiny chapel, now quite
forgotten in the glory of Hess’s frescoes and the beauty of
the new Hof-Kapelle. To-day this old chapel was open,
hung with black cloth, and illuminated with numberless
waxen tapers, and the altar verdant with shrubs and plants
placed upon the altar steps. There was, however, a re-
markably mouldy, cold smell in the place; but I suppose
the royal procession visited this old chapel as well as the
new one, on its way to the Hercules Hall. This cortege,
with the King and his brother walking beneath a splendid
canopy, and attended by priests and courtiers, went, I be-
lieve, wandering about a considerable time, to the edifica-
tion of the populace ; but of all this, excepting from hearsay,
I cannot speak, having considered it as the wiser thing
to return to Madame Thekla and our door, rather than
await it.
The Hercules Hall is rather small, and certainly more
ugly than beautiful, with numbers of old-fashioned chande-
liers hanging from the ceiling; a gallery at each end, sup-