are scarcely more gaudy and artificial. Unluckily, too, the evening
was fine, and the sun so powerful that we were half roasted before we
could cross the great avenue and enter the thickets, which barely
conceal a very splendid hermitage, where we joined Mr. and Mrs. T.,
and a party of fashionable Bavarians.

Amongst the ladies was Madame la Contesse, I forget who, a production
of the venerable Haslang, with her daughter, Madame de ---, who has
the honour of leading the Elector in her chains. These goddesses
stepping into a car, vulgarly called a cariole, the mortals followed,
and explored alley after alley and pavilion after pavilion. Then,
having viewed Pagodenburg, which is, as they told me, all Chinese;
and Marienburg, which is most assuredly all tinsel; we paraded by a
variety of fountains in full squirt, and though they certainly did
their best (for many were set a-going on purpose), I cannot say I
greatly admired them.

The ladies were very gaily attired, and the gentlemen, as smart as
swords, bags, and pretty clothes could make them, looked exactly like
the fine people one sees represented in a coloured print. Thus we
kept walking genteelly about the orangery, till the carriage drew up
and conveyed us to Mr. T's.

Immediately after supper, we drove once more out of town, to a garden
and tea-room, where all degrees and ages dance jovially together till
morning. Whilst one party wheel briskly away in the valz, another
amuse themselves in a corner with cold meat and rhenish. That
despatched, out they whisk amongst the dancers, with an impetuosity
and liveliness I little expected to have found in Bavaria. After
turning round and round, with a rapidity that is quite inconceivable