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128 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
The crowd dispersing from the twelve o’clock music,
usually betakes itself on Sundays to the Kunst-Verein
—Art-Union Exhibition, which is open all the year
through in rooms over the Hof-Garten Arcade. Each
week the pictures are changed, or at all events if all are
not changed some of them are; and Sunday is the first
day of each new weekly exhibition. There critics and
artists, students and connoisseurs and non-connoisseurs,
criticise, admire, and gossip. To-day nothing particular
struck us there. We saw a few clever genre pictures, a
lovely Tyrolean landscape or two, some clever sketches
made by an artist upon an Italian tom’; but nothing
especially worth chronicling.
December —We were present the other evening at
the second performance of “ Antigone,” which has been
revived here to do honour to the King’s Name-day. We
were lucky in obtaining excellent seats just close to one of
the Royal boxes, where Isabel, who has not yet become as
much accustomed to the sight of royalty as I have, had the
pleasure of watching King Ludwig’s elbow just beside us
as he propped his head upon his hand and leant for-
ward. King Max and his Queen, and Prince Adalbert,
occupied a box in the centre of the theatre, commanding a
full view of the stage. In fact, so many princes and
princesses, and grand people, were present, that it might
have been the gala night itself. These old Greek plays
are much the fashion in Germany since the King of Prussia
revived them at Berlin.
The stage was arranged as much as possible after the
antique model. There was a lower stage upon which the
Chorus appeared and disappeared, and grouped themselves
round an altar which rose in the centre, and was hung
with wreaths and votive chaplets, and an upper stage, ap-
proached by a flight of steps, where the play itself was.
The crowd dispersing from the twelve o’clock music,
usually betakes itself on Sundays to the Kunst-Verein
—Art-Union Exhibition, which is open all the year
through in rooms over the Hof-Garten Arcade. Each
week the pictures are changed, or at all events if all are
not changed some of them are; and Sunday is the first
day of each new weekly exhibition. There critics and
artists, students and connoisseurs and non-connoisseurs,
criticise, admire, and gossip. To-day nothing particular
struck us there. We saw a few clever genre pictures, a
lovely Tyrolean landscape or two, some clever sketches
made by an artist upon an Italian tom’; but nothing
especially worth chronicling.
December —We were present the other evening at
the second performance of “ Antigone,” which has been
revived here to do honour to the King’s Name-day. We
were lucky in obtaining excellent seats just close to one of
the Royal boxes, where Isabel, who has not yet become as
much accustomed to the sight of royalty as I have, had the
pleasure of watching King Ludwig’s elbow just beside us
as he propped his head upon his hand and leant for-
ward. King Max and his Queen, and Prince Adalbert,
occupied a box in the centre of the theatre, commanding a
full view of the stage. In fact, so many princes and
princesses, and grand people, were present, that it might
have been the gala night itself. These old Greek plays
are much the fashion in Germany since the King of Prussia
revived them at Berlin.
The stage was arranged as much as possible after the
antique model. There was a lower stage upon which the
Chorus appeared and disappeared, and grouped themselves
round an altar which rose in the centre, and was hung
with wreaths and votive chaplets, and an upper stage, ap-
proached by a flight of steps, where the play itself was.