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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
tooned the forest-trees, and bore upon their myriad en-
twined and slender fingers wreaths and masses of snow,
beautiful and soft as clustering blossoms.
We might have been travelling through an enchanted
forest, such lovely gems hung from the branches. Here
rich bunches of the scarlet dog-wood berries mingled with
black berries of the privet—coral and jet; a golden leaf
fluttering here and there; and ever and anon a slender
pendant icicle catching the sun-beams, flashed out from an
over-hanging branch like a diamond dagger.
We met many sledges so bright in colour, that if one
has compared the berries and icicles to gems, one is
tempted to call these sledges flowers which have come out
in winter to adorn the pleasant garden. That large
flaunting sledge, yellow “picked out” with red, must be a
Tulip; that comfortable, compact little “ turn-out” cer-
tainly is a Ranunculus; here we have a deep blue Lark-
spur, and there, in the modest, quaint peasant's sledge of
green and gold, we have the pleasant, common, golden
Buttercup, half buried in its rich green leaves ! And we,
too, with our scarlet cushions and our azure plumes, we
must be a bouquet of lovely Lobelias ! No, it would have
been more correct to liken sledges to brilliant birds, or to
gorgeous, swift, and cheerily singing insects, for all have
their sharp clear chime and jingle of bells, as they sweep
along ! Our bells were silver,—a gradation of bells, and,
therefore, of sound. The bells were hung within a steel
bow which was arched above either horse's neck ! Pleasant
and gay was their ringing in the enchanted forest!
We have passed the round temple-like pavilion standing
upon its high mound, and which always in summer, when
seen amid leafy trees and across an expanse of flowers,
reminds me of the Temple of Hymen as depicted in valen-
tines, and towards which a very yellow-haired and rosy-
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
tooned the forest-trees, and bore upon their myriad en-
twined and slender fingers wreaths and masses of snow,
beautiful and soft as clustering blossoms.
We might have been travelling through an enchanted
forest, such lovely gems hung from the branches. Here
rich bunches of the scarlet dog-wood berries mingled with
black berries of the privet—coral and jet; a golden leaf
fluttering here and there; and ever and anon a slender
pendant icicle catching the sun-beams, flashed out from an
over-hanging branch like a diamond dagger.
We met many sledges so bright in colour, that if one
has compared the berries and icicles to gems, one is
tempted to call these sledges flowers which have come out
in winter to adorn the pleasant garden. That large
flaunting sledge, yellow “picked out” with red, must be a
Tulip; that comfortable, compact little “ turn-out” cer-
tainly is a Ranunculus; here we have a deep blue Lark-
spur, and there, in the modest, quaint peasant's sledge of
green and gold, we have the pleasant, common, golden
Buttercup, half buried in its rich green leaves ! And we,
too, with our scarlet cushions and our azure plumes, we
must be a bouquet of lovely Lobelias ! No, it would have
been more correct to liken sledges to brilliant birds, or to
gorgeous, swift, and cheerily singing insects, for all have
their sharp clear chime and jingle of bells, as they sweep
along ! Our bells were silver,—a gradation of bells, and,
therefore, of sound. The bells were hung within a steel
bow which was arched above either horse's neck ! Pleasant
and gay was their ringing in the enchanted forest!
We have passed the round temple-like pavilion standing
upon its high mound, and which always in summer, when
seen amid leafy trees and across an expanse of flowers,
reminds me of the Temple of Hymen as depicted in valen-
tines, and towards which a very yellow-haired and rosy-