Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1900-08-18

Chorus and solos We're sung with the
ferver which only love for the work
can give. The marvellous quintette
from the "Meistersinger' revealed new
beauties. while Walters incompatible
Prize Song" brought forth streams Of
applause. 1t was our first meeting. on
any stage, with "Tistan and Isolde"
SO our anticipations We're eagerly con-
centrated on the second evening.
Where in all music can anything more
perfect be found than Isulde's half in
articulate Tristan" as the love por-
tion wakes her heart? The orchestra
satisfied 50 completely in every note
and shade Of meaning that acting and
speech We're almost superfluous What
need of words Ia tell the lovers deep
despair. when violins walled it all,
What living Tristan or Isolde could
thrill with loves ecstasy, triumphant
over death, like wind, wood, brass,
ana l1W. deep 'ceIlo."
This s the day for Nymphe nburg
we decided as sun ana sky together
promised fair. The chief reason for
cur going was to find out what's in
name" for certainly, We thought. .
"Nymphenburg" must contain endIesss
possibilities. We later discovered that
four hours constant looking and walk
ing through castles and wood lid not
exhaust them. The little suburb named
for the schloss lies all about the long.
narrow canal where rows Of trees
Grpop almost to the water. Once in
side the rambling building. suggesting
in its exterior some state institution
rather than a kings palace. We paid
no heed to gorgeous decoration on wall
ana ceiling. nor t. the stiff-lace por-
traits of ancestral kings and queens.
Through n half Opcn door vi" had
caught sight Of an easel, and un il
pastel picture Of most twentieth cen
tury gill. This" explained the guide.
pointing to the smilin5 face, and care
fully grading the ranks. is the Prince
Regents nephew, Prince Frederic's
wife's sister She is a Spanish Prin-
cess and visits here six weeks each
year. and this is her apartment A.
NE looked round the huge room With
it's lofty grcen-canopled bed, we hoped
Her Highress never forgot to bring her
photos. or neglected to pin up her
Spanish posters to make the dreary
chamber seem less dismal. Turn to
I the left. follow the right angled tri-
angle then keep straight ahead with
( three turns in as many directions, and
/ ypu can't possibly miss it," were the
1 last words Of MarmiOn," as he pocket
"a thr fee, ana impartiaIIy waved his
arm over the estate We smiled
faint "danke sehr." ana started in
! pursuit To aGd TO our discomfort, sun
! and Sky had forgotten their early
| promise, and il was pouring. OF course
We lost our way. we knew we should.
| II there is a pleasure in the painless
wood" it's not when little streams come
| down from every tree. soaking UNI
| breila and dripping on ones neck.
| Finally we stumbled on the Baden
bur g. q tiny building. but still a schloss.
Hcre we saw the room in which. in
most unique fashion. the Prince re
ceived his guests two hundred years
ago. On their arrival they We're i'm
mediately ushered into the swimming
! tank. while the royal entertainer, talk
/ inc y them, or listening to his must
! clans. walked about the circular gal
I lery several feet above Not far off,
we discovered the hunting schloss on
/ whose pictured walls are shown every
I bird and beast that never was on
! land or sea- These indescribable crea-
! tons make the humble unicorn hide
/ his diminished horn. Past and present
( feathered fowls We're shown inextrica-
/ bly, confused. Dodos hohnobbed with
| pheasants. While jabberwocks grazed
IN peaceful plenty. To those who value
dream!ess sleep. our parting advice is,
| "Shun Amalienburg. ~
! MRS. HERMANN KoTZSCHMAR.