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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
peculiar charm of the place, which consists in its perfect
unpretendingness, and rude, savage completeness. You
forget that it is not a genuine hit of the middle ages, in
your satisfaction in it, as the tower of the Knight
Sch wanthaler.
We somewhat varied our walk home, by returning, part
of the way, through a wood, close upon the margin of
the Isar, below the precipitous bank; and a still more
beautiful path we found it. At one spot, the wood widened
out considerably, and the trees of splendid growth reared
their tall, smooth, grey boles and branches solemnly into
the air, measuring them height with the steep bank behind
them. How quiet, dreamlike, it was ! the ground car-
peted with fallen leaves, among which again bloomed the
lovely hepaticas, with mezereon in great luxuriance, a kind
of fumitory, both snow-white and dull crimson, a small
yellow aconite, and a tiny, but lovely, yellow squill.
Imagine my joy in finding these flowers ! and in such
abundance too. I gathered a bouquet worthy of an Eng-
lish garden ; and in a little brooklet running through the
wood gleamed out, like sunshine, large, golden kingcups,
amid their rich green leaves. They seemed a voice from
English meadows.
Coming out upon the uninteresting road, Signor L.
chanced to say something about a pedestrian tour which he
had once made in Elba, whereupon I said, “ Do tell us all you
can about Elba,—what you saw, and what you did; describe
all, for there is a great charm in verbal description of
strange lands and new scenes; people thus describing often
give one vivid and graphic touches which one never gets in
books.” He described, graphically, his visit to Napoleon’s
country-house, with its lovely gardens, with its saloon
adorned with Egyptian views, painted in fresco upon the
walls, and with a refreshing fountain playing in the centre
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
peculiar charm of the place, which consists in its perfect
unpretendingness, and rude, savage completeness. You
forget that it is not a genuine hit of the middle ages, in
your satisfaction in it, as the tower of the Knight
Sch wanthaler.
We somewhat varied our walk home, by returning, part
of the way, through a wood, close upon the margin of
the Isar, below the precipitous bank; and a still more
beautiful path we found it. At one spot, the wood widened
out considerably, and the trees of splendid growth reared
their tall, smooth, grey boles and branches solemnly into
the air, measuring them height with the steep bank behind
them. How quiet, dreamlike, it was ! the ground car-
peted with fallen leaves, among which again bloomed the
lovely hepaticas, with mezereon in great luxuriance, a kind
of fumitory, both snow-white and dull crimson, a small
yellow aconite, and a tiny, but lovely, yellow squill.
Imagine my joy in finding these flowers ! and in such
abundance too. I gathered a bouquet worthy of an Eng-
lish garden ; and in a little brooklet running through the
wood gleamed out, like sunshine, large, golden kingcups,
amid their rich green leaves. They seemed a voice from
English meadows.
Coming out upon the uninteresting road, Signor L.
chanced to say something about a pedestrian tour which he
had once made in Elba, whereupon I said, “ Do tell us all you
can about Elba,—what you saw, and what you did; describe
all, for there is a great charm in verbal description of
strange lands and new scenes; people thus describing often
give one vivid and graphic touches which one never gets in
books.” He described, graphically, his visit to Napoleon’s
country-house, with its lovely gardens, with its saloon
adorned with Egyptian views, painted in fresco upon the
walls, and with a refreshing fountain playing in the centre