July 22nd.--Joy to the Electors of Bavaria! for planting such
extensive woods of fir in their dominions as shade over the chief
part of the road from Augsburg to Munich. Near the last-mentioned
city, I cannot boast of the scenery changing to advantage. Instead
of flourishing woods and verdure, we beheld a parched dreary flat,
diversified by fields of withering barley, and stunted avenues drawn
formally across them; now and then a stagnant pool, and sometimes a
dunghill, by way of regale. However, the wild rocks of the Tyrol
terminate the view, and to them imagination may fly, and walk amidst
springs and lilies of her own creation. I speak from authority,
having had the pleasure of anticipating an evening in this romantic
style.

Tuesday next is the grand fair, with horse-races and junketings: a
piece of news I was but too soon acquainted with; for the moment we
entered the town, good-natured creatures from all quarters advised us
to get out of it; since traders and harlequins had filled every
corner of the place, and there was not a lodging to be procured. The
inns, to be sure, were like hives of industrious animals sorting
their merchandise, and preparing their goods for sale. Yet, in spite
of difficulties, we got possession of a quiet apartment.

July 23rd.--We were driven in the evening to Nymphenburg, the
Elector's country palace, whose bosquets, jets-d'eaux, and parterres
are the pride of the Bavarians. The principal platform is all of a
glitter with gilded Cupids and shining serpents spouting at every
pore. Beds of poppies, hollyhocks, scarlet lychnis, and the most
flaming flowers, border the edge of the walks, which extend till the
perspective meets, and swarm with ladies and gentlemen in parti-
coloured raiment. The Queen of Golconda's gardens in a French opera