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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A VISIT TO THE DEAD AND TO THE NEWLY-BORN.
January 12.—This afternoon there was a regular thaw;
nevertheless I set out from the studio to the Cemetery,
which is precisely at the other end of Munich. It was all
sunshine over head and all sludge underfoot. It was a
deplorable day for so long a walk; but my reason for
choosing to visit the Cemetery to-day was because
the corpse of the young lady, the friend of the Amsels,
who died so suddenly, was lying at the Dead-House : and
as I had heard a sad history regarding her death, and had
long determined to pay a visit to the Dead-House, I went
this afternoon spite of the mud.
Walking up the longpathway of theburial-ground, between
the hundreds of crosses and monuments crowding thickly
upon each other, with the bells tolling solemnly meanwhile
from the Cemetery-chapel, I felt how, now entering the city
of the dead, the joyous activity of the old part of Munich
through which I had just passed stood forth in strange and
striking contrast. Yet people thronged the broad path-
way; crowds were hastening along,—men, women, and
children, rich and poor. Whither were they bending their
steps this miserable, dirty day ? Now a funeral train en-
countered the throng, and the people stepped aside upon
the spongy graves as it passed, bowing before the up raised
crucifix.
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A VISIT TO THE DEAD AND TO THE NEWLY-BORN.
January 12.—This afternoon there was a regular thaw;
nevertheless I set out from the studio to the Cemetery,
which is precisely at the other end of Munich. It was all
sunshine over head and all sludge underfoot. It was a
deplorable day for so long a walk; but my reason for
choosing to visit the Cemetery to-day was because
the corpse of the young lady, the friend of the Amsels,
who died so suddenly, was lying at the Dead-House : and
as I had heard a sad history regarding her death, and had
long determined to pay a visit to the Dead-House, I went
this afternoon spite of the mud.
Walking up the longpathway of theburial-ground, between
the hundreds of crosses and monuments crowding thickly
upon each other, with the bells tolling solemnly meanwhile
from the Cemetery-chapel, I felt how, now entering the city
of the dead, the joyous activity of the old part of Munich
through which I had just passed stood forth in strange and
striking contrast. Yet people thronged the broad path-
way; crowds were hastening along,—men, women, and
children, rich and poor. Whither were they bending their
steps this miserable, dirty day ? Now a funeral train en-
countered the throng, and the people stepped aside upon
the spongy graves as it passed, bowing before the up raised
crucifix.