The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-01-19

In an ancient neighborhood in Mu-
Mich, behind the post, and best enter
cd from Macmillan Street, Is little
square remarkable for its ugliness. All
the houses are old, and one feels upon
entering II as II one had suddenly walk
cd back into the middle ages. On the
east side stands q time gray, low, ir-
regular building, resembling in archi-
lecture, or by its want Of 1t, nothing Of
the present age. This is the royal Hot
Brararei. After 10 q. m. constant
stream of thirsty souls flows along the
streets and alleys leading towards its
siismal-looking portals. Its beer is cell
ebrated as being the finest in the world,
and is the standard By which all other
beers are judged. 1t is the poetry Of
beer; It Is to all other brewings what
Shakespeare Is TO the drama; what the
Coliseum is to other antiquities. None
Of the beer is exported or sold; it Is all
drunk on the spot, and when II gives
out no other brewery can supply drop
comparable with It. The Parisians,
who have heaped every luxury, from
the poles to the tropics, in their capt.
tai of the world, have not enough mon
ey in the Bank of France to purchase a
cask of 1t. 1t is said that Macmillan
III. resolved that the best beer in the
world should be made at the royal
brewery in Munich. 1t has never been
expected that 1t would yield any reve-
nue., but merely pay its expenses. II is
now under the protection Of the pres
ent king, and the ingredients are in
spected by an officer Of the royal house
hold.
For its dirt, its darkness, and its ut
ter want Of service, the Hof Brauerci
is unequaled in the world, and nowhere
else can be found such mixed society.
Entering the low-yaulted room, each
looks anxiously about for an empty
mug. These are OF gray stone, con-
tanning mass, the price Of which is
seven and a half kreutzers. Spying
one, he hastens to secure 1t from other
competitors. The first who reaches it
carries it of in triumph to the spring in
the ante-room, rinses it, and presents
himself behind queue of predecessors
at the shank window, where several
pairs Of hands are occupied all day
long in filling mugs from the casks
within. This accomplished, he returns
to the guest-rocm and searches for
seat. II found, it is certainly not lux
urious--a wooden bench of pine, stained
by time and continued use TO dark
dirt color, behind an ancient table.
The walls and ceiling are grim with
age, and the atmosphere hazy with
smoke. The scene battles description.
All classes Of society are represented.
Side by side with the noble or
learned professor, one sees the
poorest artisan and the common
soldier. Here and there the picturesque
face Of an artist in close proximity to
peasant, and through the smoky atmos-
phere one catches gleam Of the scar
let or sky-blue cap OF German student,
or the glitter Of an epaulette. The
Catholic Of the ultramontane stamp is
there, as well as the Jew, the Protest
ant, and the freethinker. Here stands
pilgrim from far America, armed with
q Badeker, and there an Englishman
with the inevitable Murray under his
arm, too amazed or disdainful to search
for mass. Remarkable also are the
steady habitues of the place, with Al
bert Durer-like features which look as II
hastily hewn out Of ancient wood with
two or three blows Of Ratchet, or with
smoke-dried physiognomies having q
tint like that Of meerschaum pipe, &C
quired by years Of exposure to the thick
atmosphere Of the smoky breweries.
They are there morning, noon, and
night, year in and year out. Some talk
over the news Of the day, but most sit
in silence. Not q few few make meal
with bread and radishes, or sausage
brought from the nearest pork shop
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