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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
CHAPTER VIII.
RETURN TO MUNICH.
November, 1851.—I am again here. Of our journey I
nail not speak, until we reached Heidelberg. It was about
one o’clock in the day. The sun shone brightly, and cast
lovely passing shadows across the beautiful chain of hills, as
we rushed across the plain by railway from Manheim. And
now we were rattling from the station in an omnibus, between
the rows of trees skirting the Botanic Garden. How beauti-
ful did all look beneath the autumn sun, and gay with
autumn tints ! “ Isabel, look !” exclaimed I to my present
companion, who was now in Germany for the first time; “ do
you see that blue roof of a summer-house up in the vine-
yard ? There, below it, is our old house with the bright
green roof! Isabel, this is the old Manheim Gate ! Is
not this street old-fashioned, and is not the whole town
old-fashioned ? Do you see that odd cart and those lean
horses, with their bells and pointed collars ? And do you
see those young men ? those are students !”
And now we are at the Badenischen Hof, where we
only stop to see our rooms, and then hurry out to look
about us. It was the time of the October Fair; and
in the Parade Platz was the Dutch woman in her pictu-
resque costume, and with her pretty doll-like face, baking
and selling “Waffeln.” All was just as of old, and we
walked through it, for Isabel to have a peep at a German
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
CHAPTER VIII.
RETURN TO MUNICH.
November, 1851.—I am again here. Of our journey I
nail not speak, until we reached Heidelberg. It was about
one o’clock in the day. The sun shone brightly, and cast
lovely passing shadows across the beautiful chain of hills, as
we rushed across the plain by railway from Manheim. And
now we were rattling from the station in an omnibus, between
the rows of trees skirting the Botanic Garden. How beauti-
ful did all look beneath the autumn sun, and gay with
autumn tints ! “ Isabel, look !” exclaimed I to my present
companion, who was now in Germany for the first time; “ do
you see that blue roof of a summer-house up in the vine-
yard ? There, below it, is our old house with the bright
green roof! Isabel, this is the old Manheim Gate ! Is
not this street old-fashioned, and is not the whole town
old-fashioned ? Do you see that odd cart and those lean
horses, with their bells and pointed collars ? And do you
see those young men ? those are students !”
And now we are at the Badenischen Hof, where we
only stop to see our rooms, and then hurry out to look
about us. It was the time of the October Fair; and
in the Parade Platz was the Dutch woman in her pictu-
resque costume, and with her pretty doll-like face, baking
and selling “Waffeln.” All was just as of old, and we
walked through it, for Isabel to have a peep at a German