dairy were less, though I saw one that I do not recollect ever to have seen in America, a landscape in butter.  Inclosed in a case, it looked very much like a wood-carving.  There was a Swiss cottage, a milkmaid, with cows in the foreground; there were trees, and in the rear rose rocky precipices, with chamois in the act of skipping thereon.  I should think something might be done in our country in this line of the fine arts; certainly, some of the butter that is always being sold so cheap at St. Albans, when it is high everywhere else, must be strong enough to warrant the attempt.  As to the other departments of the fine arts in the glass palace, I cannot give you a better idea of them than by saying that they were as well filled as the like ones in the American county fairs.  There were machines for threshing, for straw-cutting, for apple-paring, and generally such a display of implements as would give one a favorable idea of Bavarian agriculture.  There was an interesting exhibition of live fish, great and small, of nearly every sort, I should think, in Bavarian waters.  The show in the fire-department was so antiquated, that I was convinced that the people of Munich never intend to have any fires.

The great day of the fete was Sunday, October 5 for on that day the king went out to the fair-ground, and distributed the prizes to the owners of the best horses, and, as they appeared to me, of the most ugly-colored bulls.  The city was literally crowded with peasants and country people; the churches were full all the morning with devout masses, which poured into the waiting beer-houses afterward with equal zeal.  By twelve o’clock, the city began to empty itself upon the Theresien meadow; and long before the time for the king to arrive —­two o’clock—­there were acres of people waiting for the performance to begin.  The terraced bank, of which I have spoken, was taken possession of early, and held by a solid mass of people; while the fair-ground proper was packed with a swaying concourse, densest near the royal pavilion, which was erected immediately on the race-course, and opposite the bank.

At one o’clock the grand stand opposite to the royal one is taken possession of by a regiment band and by invited guests.  All the space, except the race-course, is, by this time, packed with people, who watch the red and white gate at the head of the course with growing impatience.  It opens to let in a regiment of infantry, which marches in and takes position.  It swings, every now and then, for a solitary horseman, who gallops down the line in all the pride of mounted civic dignity, to the disgust of the crowd; or to let in a carriage, with some overdressed officer or splendid minister, who is entitled to a place in the royal pavilion.  It is a people’ fete, and the civic officers enjoy one day of conspicuous glory.  Now a majestic person in gold lace is set down; and now one in a scarlet coat, as beautiful as a flamingo.  These driblets of splendor only