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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
glanced up at its gloomy windows and discoloured walls :
“ I hear everybody call it Herzhog Max, as though it
were a man and a duke, instead of an old tumble-down
building
“ It was the palace of the Electors,” returned my good
companionj “ no one Eves there now ; it used to be the
palace of the Dowager Queens. Old Queen Caroline died
there; since then no one has lived in the Herzhog Max:
Queen Theresa will have her little villa beyond the Sieges-
Thor.”
It was a relief to recall that cheerful, sunny little villa,
standing as we did in the twilight within the courts of
this decaying palace ! What a mournful dwelling was this
for widowed and dethroned queens I Its tall square towers,
its gloomy gateways, its long, long rows of dark lifeless
windows, its grey discoloured walls telling of former gold
and fresco, its windows on the ground-floors covered in
with heavy iron gratings, its heavy mouldering doors,—all
breathed a mournful spirit of a stern hard time and of de-
parted splendour. Its walls looked as if fraught with evil
memories ; it is a mansion whose age impresses one with a
sense of evil decay : those desolate suites of rooms have no
bright memories of a beautiful sunny youth. Gibbering
sad ghosts flit through them of a certainty; strange faces,
terrible and mournful, looking forth through those
window-bars, — spiritual foot-steps creaking upon the
dreary stairs !
The Resurrection was celebrated in all the churches.
I, however, witnessed the ceremonial only in the Lud-
wigs Kirche. Towards six o’clock the Ludwig Strasse
was black with swarms of people hastening from the
Theatine Kirche towards the Ludwigs Kirche. The church
was already so full, when I entered it, that it was im-
possible to approach the altar. AH stiH remained as it
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
glanced up at its gloomy windows and discoloured walls :
“ I hear everybody call it Herzhog Max, as though it
were a man and a duke, instead of an old tumble-down
building
“ It was the palace of the Electors,” returned my good
companionj “ no one Eves there now ; it used to be the
palace of the Dowager Queens. Old Queen Caroline died
there; since then no one has lived in the Herzhog Max:
Queen Theresa will have her little villa beyond the Sieges-
Thor.”
It was a relief to recall that cheerful, sunny little villa,
standing as we did in the twilight within the courts of
this decaying palace ! What a mournful dwelling was this
for widowed and dethroned queens I Its tall square towers,
its gloomy gateways, its long, long rows of dark lifeless
windows, its grey discoloured walls telling of former gold
and fresco, its windows on the ground-floors covered in
with heavy iron gratings, its heavy mouldering doors,—all
breathed a mournful spirit of a stern hard time and of de-
parted splendour. Its walls looked as if fraught with evil
memories ; it is a mansion whose age impresses one with a
sense of evil decay : those desolate suites of rooms have no
bright memories of a beautiful sunny youth. Gibbering
sad ghosts flit through them of a certainty; strange faces,
terrible and mournful, looking forth through those
window-bars, — spiritual foot-steps creaking upon the
dreary stairs !
The Resurrection was celebrated in all the churches.
I, however, witnessed the ceremonial only in the Lud-
wigs Kirche. Towards six o’clock the Ludwig Strasse
was black with swarms of people hastening from the
Theatine Kirche towards the Ludwigs Kirche. The church
was already so full, when I entered it, that it was im-
possible to approach the altar. AH stiH remained as it