Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer).Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)
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Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer).
Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)
Passionists; Spencer, George, 1799-1864
They had to bring the bill of fare before the police in Riva, but were
not successful in getting a single charge diminished; he enjoyed a
good deal of idyllic life along here, and did not seem to think much
_pro_ or _con_ of the little town of Trent, though one should fancy he
would say something, if it were only a few angry words about the Great
Council.
He considers the Germans more honest than the Italians, and was
inclined to admire their solidity and steadiness; but his driver fell
asleep on their way to Innspruck, and let the reins fall on the
horse's neck when descending a steep, and he veers round to the
opinion that if they were a little livelier, it would be much better.
On his way through Bavaria to Munich he thinks the country very like
England--well cultivated and flourishing. "The costumes extraordinary,
{83} but not so pretty as the Tyrolese. The people themselves, both
men and women, are the ugliest race I ever saw." They had letters of
introduction to Prince Loewenstein and Count Peppenheim, two
aides-de-camp of the King of Bavaria; they were invited to a royal
_chasse_. Perhaps it is as well to give the whole account from the
Journal, as it conveys an idea of German sports too fine to be
overlooked.
"Monday, Aug. 21.--At 4½ this morning we started for the _chasse_ in
the mountains about three leagues off. At the end of two leagues we
were stopped and obliged to walk, as the road became too narrow for
the King to pass us, in case we had been in the way when he came up.
So we walked the rest till we came to the toils where Loewenstein
received us. The _chasse_ was in a deep valley, shut in on the sides
by precipitous rocks: into this they had tracked about 80 or 90 head
of deer, and shut them in by toils at both ends; then little green
enclosures were made for the guns to be posted in. We had one of
these guns given us in conjunction with other spectators, the
shooter who was to have been there not having arrived. Before the
line was a broad course of a torrent, and beyond that was a wood
into which they had forced the game, and from which they drove it
again with dogs, and even into the way of the guns. This went on for
4 or 5 hours, during which they cannonaded very quick, but with
little effect, for I never saw a much greater proportion of misses.
The result was about 70 head of deer. We were much surprised in the
middle of the time at seeing Devon walk up. He came from Salzburg
for the purpose of this _chasse_, and stayed with us through it.
After it we were standing near the place where the King was counting
out the game, when Peppenheim presented us to him, and he asked us
to dine at Berchtesgaden. As our carriage was so far off, we were
obliged to be carried as we could, and I was taken in by
Loewenstein, who is, by the bye, about the fattest man in Bavaria.
We dressed directly, both ourselves and Devon, who had nothing here;
and even so we were late for dinner.
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