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THE AU-MEISTER.
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cheeked Cupid is conducting a blue-coated swain and a
bashful maiden in white frock and pink sash. We have
passed various pretty rustic bridges spanning branches of
the Isar which dash and foam over mossy stones.,—we have
passed the lake, now one sheet of snow-covered ice, over
which a crowd of skaters is careering,—we have passed
various disconsolate looking and deserted summer-houses
and coffee and beer resorts, where now snow lies in thick
piles upon tables and benches j and now we are in a part
of the Garden which is quite new to us. Here and there
among the trees we notice little wigwams made of grass
and reeds : have we reached, then, the abode of woodland
elves ? Ah ! there are the elves, crimson and green, with
brilliant sparkling eyes peeping at us from out the under-
wood, and flitting across our path.
The little boys are enchanted,—we are in the Phea-
santry ! Now we have arrived at the Au-Meister !
“ What is the Au-Meister ? asked we, ftdl of curiosity.
“ Only a little Wirthshaus \” returned the Frau Ober-
stin.
“Very good coffee at the Au-Meister ! gracious ladies 1”
observed our big, jolly driver, turning round with a face
red and circular as the sun which was setting behind the
wooded horizon;—“ And very good beer too I”
But neither attraction persuaded us to alight from the
splendid sledge; and our driver turned his horsesJ heads
towards Munich with a very dissatisfied countenance when
commanded so to do by the Frau Oberstiids strong voice.
117
cheeked Cupid is conducting a blue-coated swain and a
bashful maiden in white frock and pink sash. We have
passed various pretty rustic bridges spanning branches of
the Isar which dash and foam over mossy stones.,—we have
passed the lake, now one sheet of snow-covered ice, over
which a crowd of skaters is careering,—we have passed
various disconsolate looking and deserted summer-houses
and coffee and beer resorts, where now snow lies in thick
piles upon tables and benches j and now we are in a part
of the Garden which is quite new to us. Here and there
among the trees we notice little wigwams made of grass
and reeds : have we reached, then, the abode of woodland
elves ? Ah ! there are the elves, crimson and green, with
brilliant sparkling eyes peeping at us from out the under-
wood, and flitting across our path.
The little boys are enchanted,—we are in the Phea-
santry ! Now we have arrived at the Au-Meister !
“ What is the Au-Meister ? asked we, ftdl of curiosity.
“ Only a little Wirthshaus \” returned the Frau Ober-
stin.
“Very good coffee at the Au-Meister ! gracious ladies 1”
observed our big, jolly driver, turning round with a face
red and circular as the sun which was setting behind the
wooded horizon;—“ And very good beer too I”
But neither attraction persuaded us to alight from the
splendid sledge; and our driver turned his horsesJ heads
towards Munich with a very dissatisfied countenance when
commanded so to do by the Frau Oberstiids strong voice.