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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
an old beggar on his path,—an old man clothed in rags,
and having lost an arm and leg.
“ Who are you, my poor man ?” demanded the Elector;
“ and where did you lose your arm and leg ?”
“ I am Plinganser !” proudly replied the old beggar;
“ and I lost my arm and leg fighting for Bavaria against
Austria \”
Down from his horse alighted the Elector, took the
beggar by his one remaining hand, mounted him upon his
horse, and bare-headed walked beside him; and thus with
music triumphantly sounding before them, he conducted
the brave old man back to Munich. Through the city-gate
he led him where the conflict had raged so fiercely, and on
towards the old Palace, where the Electress and her ladies
were summoned forth to receive the old man. The bells
rang out from all the churches; the cannon boomed; the
beggar was led into the Palace; the Elector himself took
off his rags, clothed him in fine linen, washed his feet,
combed his hair, and seated him at his right hand.
And not alone, says the voice of the people, was this
the honour of a day, but as long as the hero lived he
dwelt in the palace as a beloved and cherished brother of
the Elector.
Mr. von D. says, that some years ago a Munich poet
wrote a drama upon this incident, and that his play had an
astounding success. It was acted fifteen nights running,
the audience coming to the theatre in Tyrolean costume,
and bursting forth into long shouts of applause at
each expression of liberty, and contempt of Austria. So
great was the excitement, that the Austrian government
remonstrated, and after fifteen nights’ success the play was
not only withdrawn from the stage, but all copies of it
destroyed.
To withdraw the memory of the Sedlinger Battle from
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
an old beggar on his path,—an old man clothed in rags,
and having lost an arm and leg.
“ Who are you, my poor man ?” demanded the Elector;
“ and where did you lose your arm and leg ?”
“ I am Plinganser !” proudly replied the old beggar;
“ and I lost my arm and leg fighting for Bavaria against
Austria \”
Down from his horse alighted the Elector, took the
beggar by his one remaining hand, mounted him upon his
horse, and bare-headed walked beside him; and thus with
music triumphantly sounding before them, he conducted
the brave old man back to Munich. Through the city-gate
he led him where the conflict had raged so fiercely, and on
towards the old Palace, where the Electress and her ladies
were summoned forth to receive the old man. The bells
rang out from all the churches; the cannon boomed; the
beggar was led into the Palace; the Elector himself took
off his rags, clothed him in fine linen, washed his feet,
combed his hair, and seated him at his right hand.
And not alone, says the voice of the people, was this
the honour of a day, but as long as the hero lived he
dwelt in the palace as a beloved and cherished brother of
the Elector.
Mr. von D. says, that some years ago a Munich poet
wrote a drama upon this incident, and that his play had an
astounding success. It was acted fifteen nights running,
the audience coming to the theatre in Tyrolean costume,
and bursting forth into long shouts of applause at
each expression of liberty, and contempt of Austria. So
great was the excitement, that the Austrian government
remonstrated, and after fifteen nights’ success the play was
not only withdrawn from the stage, but all copies of it
destroyed.
To withdraw the memory of the Sedlinger Battle from