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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
cony formerly inhabited by Lola Montes, but not in the
direction of Nymphenburg ! The Frau Oberstin had al-
ready decided that our drive must be to the Au-Meister
in the English Garden,—had given, in her loud tone of com-
mand, directions to the driver,—and away to the English
Garden we were now speeding.
AwTay we dashed through the streets, every body turning
round to admire the splendid sledge, across the Odeon
Platz, where stand the statues of Gluck and Orlando di
Lasso, which to-day in the sunshine looked extremely well,
as you caught the gleam of their tawny bronze against a back-
ground of dazzling snow and a heaven of summer blue;
and through the archway of the Arcade we dash into the
Hof-Garten. All looks especially gay this winter’s
afternoon: people walking under the arcade; people walking
about over the crisp trodden snow beneath the formal rows
of leafless trees which fill the square. On one hand
stretches the garden-front of the Palace, its pediment
crowned by the allegorical figures of the different provinces
of Bavaria, and its fagade gay with decorations in a style
to my taste too much resembling French plum-box orna-
ment ; but which, nevertheless, looked bright and cheerful
in the wintery weather. Before us lies a long, white, many-
windowed building, with steep and dormer-windowed
roofs—a barracks. Behind us, and to our left hand, the
arcade, the frescoes and dull scarlet walls and groups of
statuary of which shine out, from beneath long rows of
rounded arches, pleasantly enough, as you catch transient
glimpses of them between the leafless trees. This Hof-
Garten fresco decoration one might give as about the
worst specimen of Munich art; but truly to-day the
effect was good. Among the promenaders in the Hof-
Garten,—it is of course a great resort of nurses and
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
cony formerly inhabited by Lola Montes, but not in the
direction of Nymphenburg ! The Frau Oberstin had al-
ready decided that our drive must be to the Au-Meister
in the English Garden,—had given, in her loud tone of com-
mand, directions to the driver,—and away to the English
Garden we were now speeding.
AwTay we dashed through the streets, every body turning
round to admire the splendid sledge, across the Odeon
Platz, where stand the statues of Gluck and Orlando di
Lasso, which to-day in the sunshine looked extremely well,
as you caught the gleam of their tawny bronze against a back-
ground of dazzling snow and a heaven of summer blue;
and through the archway of the Arcade we dash into the
Hof-Garten. All looks especially gay this winter’s
afternoon: people walking under the arcade; people walking
about over the crisp trodden snow beneath the formal rows
of leafless trees which fill the square. On one hand
stretches the garden-front of the Palace, its pediment
crowned by the allegorical figures of the different provinces
of Bavaria, and its fagade gay with decorations in a style
to my taste too much resembling French plum-box orna-
ment ; but which, nevertheless, looked bright and cheerful
in the wintery weather. Before us lies a long, white, many-
windowed building, with steep and dormer-windowed
roofs—a barracks. Behind us, and to our left hand, the
arcade, the frescoes and dull scarlet walls and groups of
statuary of which shine out, from beneath long rows of
rounded arches, pleasantly enough, as you catch transient
glimpses of them between the leafless trees. This Hof-
Garten fresco decoration one might give as about the
worst specimen of Munich art; but truly to-day the
effect was good. Among the promenaders in the Hof-
Garten,—it is of course a great resort of nurses and