HOW THEY DO IT IN MUNICH.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XVIII, Issue 6147, 30 July 1881, Page 7

HOW THEY DO IT IN MUNICH.

Fajsoithe horror of the wife of a di«tinguiahed English physician lawyer, or clergyman;; if you told: her to take those'' well-educated; young ladies, her daughters, for an afternoon jtothe gardens of Tivoli or Brunnthal, there to drink beer or coffee," and industrionsly-knit stockings untiT the husband and'father should join them, and all sup together in. the open. air, or else to return at seven o'clock with their. knitting needles safely packed away in little baskets on their arms to prepare the supper at home. Very frequently there.is niusic in these gardens, and. in the Eglischer Garden, in fine weather, the band plays,almost every afternoon, : and I doubt whether the I welleducated young English ladies aforesaid would be at all better able to appreciate the skill of the indeed, half so -well—as the quiet-looking Bavarians. Who would suspect that quiet-lookiag man sitting opposite us, with an enormous glass of beer before him, to be an excellent'"musician and composer ? Near him' is. a tall, sentimentallooking figure, with a broad-brimmed, black felt hat, curled np on one side,'after the fashion of the ancient cavaliers; he wears his hair long, in artistic style, disdains beer, and pours out his Rhine wine in a graceful, melancholy manner.' Hβ is. a skilful bouse painter and decorator, but is otherwise unknown to fame.' To our left, is a-whole family of blooming girls, with their portly mamma. They appear to have many acquaintances here,' andjiiGt a few admirers ; for the Herr papa" is one' 6f-tKe-'nibst influential burghers jn the. town, and whole chests of linen are known to be already prepared for,the dowry of the girls. Students, with their gaily-coloured' caps arid sash ribbons, greet, most respectfully; young officers in light blue uniform and fearfully ugly cloth headgear, are full of solicitude, as to the health of the Frau mamma, and the little Hans—of whom they hear, to their , grief,' that he fell out of a window the other . day. But while they are exercising their this way the unpretending-looking young civilian is filled with justindignationat the neglect of the waiters, who allow the young ladiea to sit so long without beer. He fixes his hat, more firmly on his head, vanishes among the crowd, and quickly returns; with a captured waiter, who listened to the unlimited , order for beer, black bread, butter, and salt, and soon provides entertainment for the jwhole party. And now • the young civilian' reaps his reward, for ho has managed to cnsconse himself in a corner between Grethe .and Minchen—to the utter defeat of the' army and university—and is trying to make up his mind as to. which of the two girls is the prettier, when his attention is drawn by the smiles arid nods of his fair neighbours, to a table near, where a pretty, well-dressed young wife is seated 'with her husband and baby of two years old. Baby is thirsty, so mamma has calmly .stood him on-:the table, and is holding the great glass beer-jug, with its pewter top, to the lips of her offspring, who appears strongly to approve of the beverage, and sucks away vigorously, to the great delight of papa. —Temple Bar.