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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.

funeral took place. I went to a house in the Theatine
Strasse to witness the procession. Already at two o’clock,
whilst I was at the studio, I heard the tolling of the
Church hells. But funeral bells toll here in a much less
mournful way than the English Passing-I ell. As I crossed
the Odeon Platz, at one corner of which the Leuchtenberg
Palace is situated, I noticed a number of soldiers in their
blue and white uniforms, drawn up before the palace.
Close to the doors of the Theatine Church stood a knot of
priests, with a tall crimson banner leaning against the wall.
Soldiers were drawn up on either side of the Theatine
Strasse.
The house from which I viewed the spectacle is opposite
to the abode of the Russian Ambassador. The Theatine
Strasse is one of the old streets, and fall of picturesque
detail, which considerably enhanced the effect of the pro-
cession as it approached. Of course the street was thronged
with people standing in thick rows behind the soldiers who
lined the causeways. Of course, too, all the windows were
crowded. ' Opposite to us at a window in the principal
etage of the Ambassador’s house was a knot of ladies in
black. There at a window close by was the picturesque head
of a priest of the Greek Church to be see a.
A long train of servants belonging to the nobility headed
the funeral procession. They bore burning torches with
them; their liveries were of all descriptions and colours.
One man was especially remarkable from wearing a gor-
geous Hungarian costume of scarlet and light blue trimmed
with silver lace; he wore a high cap which had a deal of
scarlet about it, and a tall stiff feather. He was an un-
usually tall man, and this cap made him look gigantic.
These were the servants of King Max and of the other
royal and ducal households. The dead Duchess’s servants,
all wearing crape upon their arms and streaming from their