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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
And later, too, on in the warm summer, they would pay
that long talked-of, long dreamed-of visit to the kind
Von —s, in their beautiful, poetical home among the
mountains; and there Isabel, beside lore of German and
mountain melodies, should gather up much knowledge in
the stately kitchen from the sweet artist-sister,—the
“ Blush Rose,”—as celebrated in the family circle for the
mystic preparation of certain celestial Gands as for her Art,
—Gands so lovely to the eye that all artist-souls mourn
over their demolition.
Anna said, “ Thank God, at last my soul will steep
itself in the deep joy of those Alpine peaks,—of those
clear, deep, green Alpine waters, of those rare and gorgeous
Alpine flowers !” Anna already felt her spirit “ seated
upon an Alp as on a throne.”
But, although May was come, the Great Painter was
still in Munich, and at his studio, and would not yet, for
several weeks, depart on his usual summer journey; and
so long as he, the Priest of the Art-Temple, remained, the
“ Art-Student” would remain also, a faithful recipient of
the food of knowledge which his gracious words scattered
around him. Thus Anna always said, “ When the Great
Painter is gone,—then will we take our holi day, then will we
go and see-and-and-’s studios; then will
we go really to Nymphenburg, walk in the stately gardens,
and see the far-famed fountains play; then will we Gsit
the decaying palace of Schleissheim, and discover in its
gallery Wilkie’s “Opening of the Will;” then of a truth
vull we have a long day’s enjoyment at the much-vaunted
Menterschwaig; then will we witness the arrival of a pil-
grimage up among the woods at the chapel of Maria-
Eich; then will we inspect a great Brewery; then will we
fairly exhaust the “ lions” of Munich.
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
And later, too, on in the warm summer, they would pay
that long talked-of, long dreamed-of visit to the kind
Von —s, in their beautiful, poetical home among the
mountains; and there Isabel, beside lore of German and
mountain melodies, should gather up much knowledge in
the stately kitchen from the sweet artist-sister,—the
“ Blush Rose,”—as celebrated in the family circle for the
mystic preparation of certain celestial Gands as for her Art,
—Gands so lovely to the eye that all artist-souls mourn
over their demolition.
Anna said, “ Thank God, at last my soul will steep
itself in the deep joy of those Alpine peaks,—of those
clear, deep, green Alpine waters, of those rare and gorgeous
Alpine flowers !” Anna already felt her spirit “ seated
upon an Alp as on a throne.”
But, although May was come, the Great Painter was
still in Munich, and at his studio, and would not yet, for
several weeks, depart on his usual summer journey; and
so long as he, the Priest of the Art-Temple, remained, the
“ Art-Student” would remain also, a faithful recipient of
the food of knowledge which his gracious words scattered
around him. Thus Anna always said, “ When the Great
Painter is gone,—then will we take our holi day, then will we
go and see-and-and-’s studios; then will
we go really to Nymphenburg, walk in the stately gardens,
and see the far-famed fountains play; then will we Gsit
the decaying palace of Schleissheim, and discover in its
gallery Wilkie’s “Opening of the Will;” then of a truth
vull we have a long day’s enjoyment at the much-vaunted
Menterschwaig; then will we witness the arrival of a pil-
grimage up among the woods at the chapel of Maria-
Eich; then will we inspect a great Brewery; then will we
fairly exhaust the “ lions” of Munich.