Saunterings eBook

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and late.  We expected quiet in our present quarters.  The first morning, at six o’clock, we were startled by the resonant notes of a military band, that set the echoes flying between the houses, and a regiment of cavalry went clanking down the street.  But that is a not unwelcome morning serenade and reveille.  Not so agreeable is the young man next door, who gives hilarious concerts to his friends, and sings and bangs his piano all day Sunday; nor the screaming young woman opposite.  Yet it is something to be in an atmosphere of music.

THE MILITARY LIFE OF MUNICH

This morning I was awakened early by the strains of a military band.  It was a clear, sparkling morning, the air full of life, and yet the sun showing its warm, southern side.  As the mounted musicians went by, the square was quite filled with the clang of drum and trumpet, which became fainter and fainter, and at length was lost on the ear beyond the Isar, but preserved the perfection of time and the precision of execution for which the military bands of the city are remarkable.  After the band came a brave array of officers in bright uniform, upon horses that pranced and curveted in the sunshine; and the regiment of cavalry followed, rank on rank of splendidly mounted men, who ride as if born to the saddle.  The clatter of hoofs on the pavement, the jangle of bit and saber, the occasional word of command, the onward sweep of the well-trained cavalcade, continued for a long time, as if the lovely morning had brought all the cavalry in the city out of barracks.  But this is an almost daily sight in Munich.  One regiment after another goes over the river to the drill-ground.  In the hot mornings I used quite to pity the troopers who rode away in the glare in scorching brazen helmets and breastplates.  But only a portion of the regiments dress in that absurd manner.  The most wear a simple uniform, and look very soldierly.  The horses are almost invariably fine animals, and I have not seen such riders in Europe.  Indeed, everybody in Munich who rides at all rides well.  Either most of the horsemen have served in the cavalry, or horsemanship, that noble art “to witch the world,” is in high repute here.

Speaking of soldiers, Munich is full of them.  There are huge caserns in every part of the city, crowded with troops.  This little kingdom of Bavaria has a hundred and twenty thousand troops of the line.  Every man is obliged to serve in the army continuously three years; and every man between the ages of twenty-one and forty-five must go with his regiment into camp or barrack several weeks in each year, no matter if the harvest rots in the field, or the customers desert the uncared-for shop.  The service takes three of the best years of a young man’s life.  Most of the soldiers in Munich are young one meets hundreds of mere boys in the uniform of officers.  I think every seventh man you meet is a soldier.  There must be between fifteen and twenty thousand

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