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THE MAY-FESTIVAL AT STARNBERG. 47
pleasant villas embosomed in woods and gardens, and its
sprinkling of grey Tyrolese cottages, shone out invitingly,
illumined by the clear beams of the brilliant morning.
And round the verdant shores of the lake, at remote dis-
tances, gleamed forth other villas and hamlets and church
towers; and the background of our picture was the Alpine
chain, its snowy peaks piercing the clouds, and its feet,
apparently bathed by the waters of the lake, which
stretched away as far as the eye could reach in one direc-
tion, a broad, calm, gleaming mirror. The illusion is per-
fect, although many miles lie between Starnberg Lake and
the first range of the mountains,—there is the shadowy
line of distant shore, and then abruptly rises the mountain
chain.
All houses in Starnberg were decorated with flags, and
wreaths, and draperies. Close by the shore of the lake
lay the little steamer, which had been laimched already
and a crowd of wondering people swarmed around it, some
in boats, others on the new pier, others on the shore.
Stell-wagen, private carriages and vehicles, many of a
singular description, had we seen upon the road, and
numbers we now noticed arriving in the little town, or
drawn up before the hotel: some way, however, they were
not in the swarms which I had been led to expect. But then
it was quite early,—not yet half-past nine.
We walked down to the lake to inspect the new steamer
as our first pleasure. Men were busily decorating it with
garlands—some of the garlands still lay upon the shore,
half hidden in the deep rich grass and flowers. We had
looked at the steamer—-at the crowd, which was composed
entirely of peasants, gay in their holiday best—at the new
pier, and at the spruce little steam-packet office just erected
upon the shore—and then perceived Signor L. pacing up
and down the meadow. He looked very handsome and
summer-like in is broad-brimmed, low-crowned, straw hat
pleasant villas embosomed in woods and gardens, and its
sprinkling of grey Tyrolese cottages, shone out invitingly,
illumined by the clear beams of the brilliant morning.
And round the verdant shores of the lake, at remote dis-
tances, gleamed forth other villas and hamlets and church
towers; and the background of our picture was the Alpine
chain, its snowy peaks piercing the clouds, and its feet,
apparently bathed by the waters of the lake, which
stretched away as far as the eye could reach in one direc-
tion, a broad, calm, gleaming mirror. The illusion is per-
fect, although many miles lie between Starnberg Lake and
the first range of the mountains,—there is the shadowy
line of distant shore, and then abruptly rises the mountain
chain.
All houses in Starnberg were decorated with flags, and
wreaths, and draperies. Close by the shore of the lake
lay the little steamer, which had been laimched already
and a crowd of wondering people swarmed around it, some
in boats, others on the new pier, others on the shore.
Stell-wagen, private carriages and vehicles, many of a
singular description, had we seen upon the road, and
numbers we now noticed arriving in the little town, or
drawn up before the hotel: some way, however, they were
not in the swarms which I had been led to expect. But then
it was quite early,—not yet half-past nine.
We walked down to the lake to inspect the new steamer
as our first pleasure. Men were busily decorating it with
garlands—some of the garlands still lay upon the shore,
half hidden in the deep rich grass and flowers. We had
looked at the steamer—-at the crowd, which was composed
entirely of peasants, gay in their holiday best—at the new
pier, and at the spruce little steam-packet office just erected
upon the shore—and then perceived Signor L. pacing up
and down the meadow. He looked very handsome and
summer-like in is broad-brimmed, low-crowned, straw hat