Wanderings through unknown Austria

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w of Miramar and the sea. There are some most appropriate pictures of eatables by various Dutch masters on the walls. It was a curious taste of these gentlemen to paint things to eat. Perhaps they were on the verge of starvation-that might account for it. I should have thought they might have found more interesting studies, though, than "gralloched" hares and fishes with their necks broken. I k

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s a fearful invention called "Schnitzl" that is the worst form of all. Foreigners say we English live on beef and mutton, but in Austria they live on veal, so we have the pull over them i

s. The most noticeable among them is the portrait of the late Princess Hohenlohe. She must

e other animal pictures are ascribed to a Venetian artist-Longhi-portraits of horses. They are extraordinary horses-very fat, and they appear

Dutch schools here. One of the best is the "Entrance of the Dogaressa Morosina Morosini into Venice," by Tintoretto-all the figures are said to be portraits. At the further end of the gallery is the great banqueting hall. There is a portrait here by Van Dyck of o

ly, the Visconti, and obliged to fly from Milan. They took refuge near their kinsman, Pagano IV., then Patriarch of Aquileia, and soon gained wealth and great

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treated them with great hospitality, and gave them a splendid banquet-probably in this very room. After dinner he retired to his own apartment, and as all the entrances to the castle were securely guarded, the unsuspicious soldiers thought nothing of it. Suddenly they heard a shot from the sea, rushed to find out what it was, and perceived their former pri

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a compact with the devil and escaped again, this time on a black horse, one of His Satanic Majesty's own particula

, is Napoleon I. Della Torre. One story says he rode over his own children in this way, but it is a base c

ing it, a small staircase leads you down to a very diminutive room, built in the thickness of the massive outer wall. On your left is the passage

impossible to persuade them to work on. They said it would be dangerous to clear it, as the castle would inevitably fall in consequence-a mere excuse, of course. I think the mysterious passage must descend

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f the library, but I noticed an enormous old "missal," most elaborately p

some beautiful miniatures, one or two fine old pastels, and some s

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ners of the room. He was a great warrior and statesman in his native Lombardy, but finally went off to the Cr

ostly of religious subjects. I suppose I ought to expatiate on them, but the art

have breakfast. It was charming to sit there in the early morning and look out upon that grand expanse of bound

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ieves I was generally in bed, and that she did not remember having once seen me a

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e are no bright colours, everything is subdued; no glare, always a sombre half-light. One feels inclined to walk softly in them, and speak in whispers, so as not to disturb their restfulness