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STREET MUSIC.
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they have broad green bands crossing then’ scarlet waist-
coats, dark green coats, and black velvet breeches. The
woman looks most demure and modest following the men,
and never raising her eyes from the ground: she is very gay
in her costume also. She has a tall black felt-hat with a
gold tassel, a black boddice, and gorgeous pink sleeves
and petticoat.
As it was such a cold day, many ladies had taken refuge,
like ourselves, in the gallery of the Palace, and the row of
gallery windows being lined with female faces, caused
many looks and smiles to be directed up towards the
windows from the crowd below. And these eyes and these
smiles no doubt caused many other smiles and some
blushes to pass over the faces at the windows. We noticed,
a very pretty blush pass over a pretty face encircled, by a
pink bonnet standing just before us.
But the musical quarter of an hour was over! The
music suddenly ceased : the soldiers descended the steps
of the portico, and first having deafened us with their
frightful drumming, marched past the Theatine Church,
which faces this side of the Palace, and which, with its
domes and heavy renaissance architecture, formed our
background to the motley crowd. The soldiers turning
the corner of the Odeon struck into a lively march,—as
usual disturbing the sermon of good Mr. Smith, preach-
ing, in a room of the Odeon, his good sermon to the good
respectable congregation which constitutes the English
Church at Munich.
I must confess we had felt rather wicked as we encoun-
tered on our way to the Hof-Kapelle all the good English
folks wending their way thither;—English embassy in its
carriages, ah bright, and respectable, and solemn—English
of lower degree on foot, all recognisable from solemnity,
respectability, and by what the Erenchman called “ mutton-
chop whiskers
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they have broad green bands crossing then’ scarlet waist-
coats, dark green coats, and black velvet breeches. The
woman looks most demure and modest following the men,
and never raising her eyes from the ground: she is very gay
in her costume also. She has a tall black felt-hat with a
gold tassel, a black boddice, and gorgeous pink sleeves
and petticoat.
As it was such a cold day, many ladies had taken refuge,
like ourselves, in the gallery of the Palace, and the row of
gallery windows being lined with female faces, caused
many looks and smiles to be directed up towards the
windows from the crowd below. And these eyes and these
smiles no doubt caused many other smiles and some
blushes to pass over the faces at the windows. We noticed,
a very pretty blush pass over a pretty face encircled, by a
pink bonnet standing just before us.
But the musical quarter of an hour was over! The
music suddenly ceased : the soldiers descended the steps
of the portico, and first having deafened us with their
frightful drumming, marched past the Theatine Church,
which faces this side of the Palace, and which, with its
domes and heavy renaissance architecture, formed our
background to the motley crowd. The soldiers turning
the corner of the Odeon struck into a lively march,—as
usual disturbing the sermon of good Mr. Smith, preach-
ing, in a room of the Odeon, his good sermon to the good
respectable congregation which constitutes the English
Church at Munich.
I must confess we had felt rather wicked as we encoun-
tered on our way to the Hof-Kapelle all the good English
folks wending their way thither;—English embassy in its
carriages, ah bright, and respectable, and solemn—English
of lower degree on foot, all recognisable from solemnity,
respectability, and by what the Erenchman called “ mutton-
chop whiskers