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Bartolomeo Frescobaldi, gave birth to fifty-two sons, RECENT Statistics show that among men and never had less than three at a birth." The those who are married are most liable to insanity. WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS. ladies everywhere must certainly hide their dimin- Among women, those who are single. In the face ished heads. of these facts, we cannot longer question which of In some of the villages of Staffordshire, the sexes is the comforter, and which the torment of ing," which might serve a purpose with us in lieu rising up against you!” England, a custom exists called a Rantipole Rid-life. Ah, ladies, to think of this unexpected proof of the antique habit of riding on a rail. The English ceremony, however, is intended only as a pun- amused by an anecdote purporting to give the origin In a late visit Eastward, we were much ishment for men in the habit of beating their wives of the names of some of the localities that way. It -a very anti-American practice, by the way. The appears that there was once an old fellow-the mittee is appointed to examine into the case. many of the groups of islands, and who in his old custom is this. When a man is suspected, a com- legend states not who or what he was—who owned Then the village poet is employed to give a history age, like Lear of old, resolved to distribute all his of the occurrence in verse. round in the evening with a cart, which serves as a Martha, he gave the first choice, and she chose that The procession goes possessions among his three daughters. To his eldest, stage on which the scene is acted, and from which which is now called Martha's Vineyard. Elizabeth the verses are recited. It is very rarely that the came next, and she chose the Elizabeth Islands. offence is repeated after this, for the very worst are All that was now left was a great barren island of almost always thus shamed into a discontinuance of sand, and as there was no choice for the third, the disgraceful practice. Nancy took it-or, in the phraseology of the county, Nan tuck it—hence NANTUCKET.

ROM this date, gracious reader, we propose to enjoy with you a weekly instead of a monthly chat. If our talks have had any pleasure for you, we cannot think they will lose any of their zest by an oftener recurrence. A monthly interval is a long one, and affords time for many a friendship to cool and many an interest to wane. A weekly interchange of ideas and feelings, on the contrary, keeps alive existing sympathies, and stimulates growing ones. We hope that this change will not cause us to miss any accustomed face at our gathering. We should be sorry indeed to know that there was any household to which we have been an admitted guest, or any heart to which we have contributed a pleasure that would exclude us from their portals. The reasons that have led us to this step the reader will find fully set down elsewhere. Here we will not A POET from the East-not quite Orienter into any discussion of them—we will merely ental, however, in the splendor of his imagination— add this much. Our monthly self will still exist, sends us the following effusion, which we make haste appearing as usual between two green leaves, only to give to the world with all its perfections on its we find an anecdote amusingly illustrative of their there will be a little more of us. Four weekly head. The reader will please to observe that the numbers (with every third month five numbers,... which the irregular distribution of the weeks among the eccentric spelling that follows:"poet" aforesaid is of himself alone responsible for

the months make necessary) will constitute something more bulky than our former being, and we hope something far better too. Our hand to you, reader, and we trust you are our friend now as formerly.

We have several times spoken of the singular ignorance of American localities that prevails in England. The last instance at hand is this paragraph from an English religious paper:-" New Jersey-a neat and substantial building has recently been erected in this town for the worship of Almighty God. A debt of a few hundred dollars still rests upon the building."

Most things in nature have their uses, but wherein your musquito is either ornamental or useful it puzzles us to discover. His attentions are not to be baffled. Bailiffs are easier dodged, and borrowing men more readily disposed of. He is an enemy courage is of no avail against; you had better attempt to fight an army of alligators than a squad of musquitoes. A rank and rabid democrat is your musquito. He is no respecter of persons-and yet they seem to have taste for beauty above ugliness. The "silver-laced skin" of your blooming damsel is a more tempting dish to them than the brown hides of bearded ones. The golden blood of infant cherubs hath a richer smack to them than the sluggish stream of age. But, then, by this beauty does penWere we uglier than the sphinx, we should be grateful when the night came if by that means we could escape their fangs. But alas! they like us, feast upon us, sip us with an unction very gratifying to our vanity, doubtless, but not at all comfortable. Oh, that some valiant one would declare war upon them, and exterminate them from the face of the globe. It is said that in a Florentine palace. there is a full length portrait, among other family pictures, of a tall good-looking woman, with this inscription beneath it: "Dianora Salvioti, wife of

ance.

THE SABBOTH DAY
The Sabboth day, it is the Lord's.
Ordained for man to rest;

To cease his labour's of the week,
Wherein his works are blest.

This hallowed day of solem thought,
To worship and to pray ;
That we may tread the holly path

Still better from day to day.

Ordained by the Supreme most high,
To worship at his shrine;
The holly Saboth her was given

For deeds which are divine.

O, precious boon thou day of rest,
To the poor mortal given;
That we may fit our Soul's to gain
The happy port of Heaven.

Then let us watch and ever pray,
With jesus as our guide;

Then gently thro' the vale of death.
Our soul's will safely ride.

IN "Neagle's Eight Years in Syria,"

notions of medical skill, which they think amounts merely to resorts to violent remedies :—

I was told a curious anecdote of a soi-disant doctor, who acquired a great reputation in Beilan. He was much given to administering emetics, and having a very delicate patient, resorted as usual to this method of cure, leaving in the hands of the patient's brother three strong doses of emetic, which he directed should be administered at intervals of three hours. The brother, finding the first powder had no immediate effect, gave the unfortunate invalid the remaining two within five minutes. The result was violent sickness, succeeded by spasms and cramp, which in a few hours terminated fatally Next day, the doctor was astonished to learn, on inquiry, that his patient was dead, aud evinced his concern in his fate. "Never mind!" said the brother; "it was so fatal, but, Mashalla! you are a great doctor: the medicine you gave nover ceased operating till the moment of my brother's death! It was a fine medicine, and if it couldn't cure him, nothing earthly could."

"WHAT'S the difference between a bumpkin and a pumpkin?" asked a man of his friend once, seeing a rustic passing with a mealy load of the latter commodities. "Well, I can't say as I know," was the answer;" "but, really, I should think there was a pretty close relationship; they're

The gentleman desires to know if we want any both kin, are'n't they?" more of his "Dew Drops"? We think not.

"I CAN'T tell you whether there's any AMONG the recent English books, is one what you call fawcill remains over among them attempting to prove the intellectual equality of the ledges," said a plain-minded old lady to an enthublack with the white, with this title "God's Image in siastic young naturalist with a basket, hammer, Ebony." What are we to think of a taste so out- and drill; "but I'm sure for sartin that there's the rageous? It amounts to blasphemy remains of our old horse over there, an' a young Two friends recently met each other in heifer that fell through the barn floor in the night, the street. an' three or four sheep! There's where our folks "What is the news?" inquired one. always dragged their dead animals!" "Um!" re"Ah," rejoined the other sadly, "the worst. The turned the traveller, looking down at the ground plague has arrived."

"The plague!" said the other, growing pale.
"The plague, my friend," replied he of the rueful
countenance; "for my wife has come home!'
The two friends shook hands sympathetically, and
departed.

"PUNCH" remarks, that after the burn-
ing of Rome, Nero was found playing the fiddle; but
that after the burning of Odessa, the Emperor Nicho-
las began playing the liar. Good for Mr. Punch.

thoughtfully. "But I hope you don't think o' tryin' to carry off any such things as them be, in that air baskit, are ye?"

PROBABLY the most beautiful tribute ever penned, are the following lines by Plato, the philosopher, on Aristophanes :

The muses seeking for a shrine
Whose glories ne'er should cease,
Found as they strayed, the soul divine
Of Aristophanes.

THE "New Orleans Delta" relates a scene that occurred recently at the St. Louis Hotel, which is so richly amusing that we cannot refrain from letting you, dear reader, laugh along with us :

A VERY good parody on an old song :

"THE FINE OLD RUSSIAN GENTLEMAN. "Ill sing you a novel song, made by a rare old pate,

Of a fine old Russian Gentleman who governed a large estate,

And who kept down all his subjects at a furious old rate,
With the fine old despot's practices too shocking to relate;
Like a savage old Barbarian all of the olden time.
His outward man was often dressed in artful smiles and
bows;

A NEGRO fellow, whose master was named Eells, was ordered one shivery night to fill up the warming-pan and heat the bed. He did just as he was bidden. His master, on afterwards retiring, suddenly found himself out of bed again quite as soon as he had got in. Shouting aloud to his "A certain member of the press, who is an eccentric indiservant, while he continued standing in this pre-vidual, and who has the worst eyes that ever pretended to dicament in the middle of the floor, he demanded to discern the punctuation of a sentence, was the chief actor in know of the fellow what he meant by sprinkling hot the scene. He was always half blind, and now he is more than three quarters so. Being anxious to see an acquaint-And with "parole de gentleman" and very specious vows, ashes in his bed! Cuffy stood and trembled a moance who was staying at the St. Louis, he went about seven Did this Imperial hypocrite-as all the world allowsment, and then his answer came to him :o'clock yesterday evening, anticipating no difficulty in so Humbug the English government, and no suspicions rouse, "Please massa," said he, with a bow half way simple a matter. Ascending the first flight of stairs, he down to his feet, "but did n't I really tink dey halted before the clerk's office, and not knowing the number of his friend's room, politely requested to have his card sent allwus-allwus ash de eels afore dey skin um!” to Mr. Blank. The clerk bowed politely, but said nothing.'I wish you would have my card sent to Mr. Blank,' said the visitor.-The clerk looked astonished, but said nothing.'Why don't you answer me?' asked the journalist in an excited manner.-The clerk grew more wrathy in appearance, but continued mute as a mummy. Well,' said our friend,

'you are certainly one of the most thoroughbred boors I ever
met, and require a 'ittle delicate chastisement quite as much
as any precocious boy of the Faubourg.' The thing was be-
coming really unpleasant. The silent clerk stood gravely

Like a rare old Barbarian all of the olden time. Where fierce Siberia's frost and snow, the boldest might appal,

He hurried off by thousands those who at their country's call
Tried to preserve her liberties from his despotic thrall;

Nor did he favor rank or wealth, but banished great and

small,

Like a great old Barbarian, all of the olden time.
But tyranny, though strong, must fail. It happened, by

the bye,

WALKING up Broadway the other day, with a rather misogonistic friend, we suddenly found our passage completely blocked up by a female whose brilliant plaid skirt nearly reached the area railings on one side, and gracefully overhung the gutter on the other. After making various unsuccessful attempts to pass by this locomotive dry-goods shop, This Russian on a neighbor's land had cast a longing eye, our friend halted abruptly, and with a withering facing the angry stranger. There was a pause of a few And said to England, 'Here's a man that sick, and soon smile demanded "why that woman was like Richard III.?" and, before we had time to think, out came the answer: "Because she would like the world left for her to bustle in." Seizing him by the arm, we drew him into the nearest restaurant, fearful he might deem it incumbent upon him to enact the part of Richmond, and exterminate her at

must die!

Like a rare old Barbarian all of the olden time.

moments' duration. At last a happy thought struck our friend, and muttering to himself, 'he does not know English,' Some one must get his property, so why not you and I?' said,- Pardonnez moi, monsieur ?—The clerk bowed politely, but still said nothing.—· Pourquoi,' said our friend, in Now surely nothing less of this can anyhow be made, his broken French. 'pourquoi ne parlez vous? But the in-Than right down robbery, which is a very wicked trade; flexible clerk would enter into no parley. The visitor was making up his mind for serious mischief, and scientifically And though by England and by France the spoiler's hand is stay'd, turning up his sleeves as a preliminary, when it occurred to him that, impolite as the clerk assuredly was, he was too good-looking a fellow to intend an insult to one who had done Most of us remember the amusing lines nothing to provoke him. At this moment an old gentleman, of Hudibras, which describe the old Puritan "hang-sitting near, who had evidently been repressing his laughter ing a cat on Monday for killing of a rat on a Sunday." A correspondent sends us something quite similar in idea, which he says was repeated to him by a venerable lady of New England :

once.

A certain Presbyterian cat,

Went out to seek her prey,

And round the house she caught a mouse,
Upon the Sabbath-day.

The deacon much offended

At such an act profane,

Laid down his book, the cat he took,
And bound her with a chain. -

"You vile and wicked creature,-
You bloodsucker!" quoth he,
"Which do you think to bring to h-
My holy wife or me!"

"For now, be well assured

That blood for blood shall pay,
For taking of the mouse's life,
Upon the Sabbath day."

The deacon laid his bible down,
And earnestly he prayed

That the great sin the cat had done
Might not on them be laid.

So unto execution,

Poor pussey, she was drawn,

And on a tree they hung her,

While the deacon sang the psalm.

for some time, burst into an uncontrollable guffaw which al-
most shook the hotel; and all the waiters, catching the con-
tagion, threw up their heels and fell back in that state which
is called (in picturesque Celtic) 'regular kicks of laughter.'

This caused the half-blind editor to look round, when, to his
great dismay, he discovered that he had been addressing, not
the clerk, but himself. There is a looking-glass in front of
the clerk's office, which seemed to him to be the usual
rectangular opening in such places, and the handsome clerk
he had been so wrathy against was his own reflection !"
We find the following burst of enthu-
siastic patriotism in a western paper :—
"Keep your eye fixed on the American Eagle,
Whom we as the proud bird of destiny hail;
For that wise fowl you can never inveigle
By depositing salt on his venerable tail."

WHEN for weeks we have been choked

"Tis by old Nicholas himself the bills must all be paid.
By this rare old Russian Gentleman-blot on the
present time.

THE bit of "Forensic Jocularity" quoted below was intended to characterize four worthies of the past generation. It is supposed to report the history of a case—a brief indeed!—

"Mr. Leech

Made a speech,
Neat, concise, and strong;
Mr. Hart,

On the other part,
Was wordy, dull, and wrong.
Mr. Parker

Made it darker;

'Twas dark enough without.

Mr. Cooke

Cited his book;

And the Chancellor said-I doubt."

WE clip the following from a late num

WANTED IMMEDIATELY,

up by dust, with every breath inhaling indefinite ber of " Punchinello" :-
quantities, fortunately for our peace of mind never
knowing its component parts, with what gusto do
we think of Longfellow's lines:-

"How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat;
In the broad and fiery street,

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs.

Like the tramp of hoofs !

How it gushes and gurgles out

From the throat of the overflowing waterspout.

Across the window pane,

It pours and pours,

And swift and wide,

With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain!

FOR A PRIVATE MUSEUM.

A Grammar of the language of Flowers; and a

dictionary of the language of the Eyes.

A few leaves from the Boot-tree.

A volume of the Book of Nature. (It does not signify if it is an "odd" one, or even if some of the "leaves" are wanting.)

One of the umbrellas employed during the Reign of Terror.

A small collection of shells from the shore of the Sea of Troubles.

One of the daggers which the lady looked at her husband. (A silver-hilted one would be preferred.) One of the pencils used by Fancy in coloring her pictures.

WILLIS, in one of his pleasant letters from Idlewild, descants a good deal upon some of the peculiarities of American servantdom. In speaking of aristocratic "upper servants" being a class which the kitchen will not "stand the airs of," he lets off a happy pun. He says that a housekeeper, a A YOUNG lady, gifted with many acdandy coachman, a head gardener (or haughty-cul-complishments, among which is the art of Orthog-lers are in the habit of pulling. turist) and a butler, form the class which will not be raphy, wrote to a cotemporary that she is desirous of tolerated.

being led to "the high-menial altar."

One of the long-bows-if obtainable-that travel

One of the pistols used in "shooting stars."
N. B.-The highest price will be given.

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ILLUSTRATED

NEW YORK JOURNAL.

NO. 58. VOL. III.]

A VISIT TO COPENHAGEN.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 12, 1854.

To enter or leave the city landward, you must pass one of the four gates, which, in the shape of tunnels,

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ONE of the most remarkable and beautiful capi- perforate the ramparts, and are formidable-looking hour, and repeat it at intervals until the hour termi

tals in Europe is Copenhagen, which has of late attracted considerable public attention in connection with the movements of the allied fleet in the Baltic. We sojourned there a few years ago, and entertain vivid and pleasant recollections of this chief Scandinavian city. Copenhagen is probably one of the most level capitals in the world, as regards its site. It is built upon the Sound --the opposite Swedish coast being some nine miles distant of which it commands a delightful prospect and contains 130,000 inhabitants.

In approaching it by land, you behold little or nothing to remind you that you are about to enter a noble capital; a few spires and towers are all that rise above the level horizon, and the suburbs are very small, although of late they have increased, and probably will become of considerable extent in a few years. But from the sea, in certain positions, the

view of Copenhagen

ing, throughout the year, chant in a powerful and striking tone, a fresh verse at the expiration of each barriers, with their draw-bridges, chains, cannon, and nates. The verses are very ancient, and possess consentinels. They are closed at night, and until a few siderable poetical merit in the original Danish. These years ago, no individual was permitted to enter by watchmen carry lanterns at their belts, and a stout them during the night; but now (at one at least) you staff in their hands, on which they screw the morn

[VIEW IN COPENHAGEN.]

Engraved expressly for The Illustrated N. Y. Journal.

ing star-a metal ball full of terrible spikes-as a weapon of offence and defence. When the street lamps--which are of oil, as gas has not yet been introduced, require relighting, the watchmen affix the candle in their lantern to the tip of their staff, for that purpose. They also give warn ing of fire by ascending the church towers, and striking

a number of strokes, waving flags to intimate the quarter in which the conflagration rages.

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is exceedingly grand. A vast mass of citadels, bat- | may enter on payment of a slight toll, at any hour. I accidents result. The houses are substantially built teries, docks, &c., skirt the shore, and beyond them All this sort of thing has a novel and not altogether of brick, and are of lofty and light appearance, winyou have a view of the most aristocratical streets of pleasant aspect to a stranger; but it is surprising the new town, and of almost every tower, spire and how very soon one gets accustomed to it, and ceases palace that the place contains. The city is strongly to think about it as being at all extraordinary or unfortified, and is strictly inclosed by immense earthen comfortable. There are other national peculiarities ramparts, the summits of which are planted with which are equally impressive at first to the stranger. trees, and afford charming promenades in the spring One of these is the custom of the watchmenand summer months. Many other promenades, or quaintly-attired, antique-looking guardians of the allées border the wide lakes or moats that encircle night-who perambulate the streets, and from eight the ramparts, &c. o'clock in the evening until five o'clock in the morn

dows being very numerous. Astergade (East-street) is the main artery of the business-part of the city, and presents a most picturesque and interesting aspect in the eyes of a stranger. Shops are small and a stamp of old-fashionism pervades everywhere. The streets out of the main lines of traffic are remarkable chiefly for their air of extreme quietude and dull respectability. Several canals for the convenience of small craft, pierce far into the town, and thus impart

a Dutch-like aspect to those streets which are situated upon their banks. The grand distinctive features of Copenhagen consist of the surprising number and variety of its palaces, churches, museums, and other public buildings. We presume that no city of even thrice its size contains more noteworthy buildings. Of the more remarkable of these we proceed to give a brief account.

The university of Copenhagen is a noble establishment, with many able professors, some of whom are of more than European celebrity, and is at-. tended by nearly a thousand students, a comparatively large number of them being young Icelanders sent hither for their education. The library of the university is the richest of any in Europe (excepting Paris) in Persian and Oriental MSS., and its collection of Icelandic books in MS. is quite unri valled. So beautifully are some of the latter written, that we at first actually took them for printed works. Some are bound in oaken covers, but the majority in thick antique parchment. This library is kept in a very remarkable building, called the Runde Tarn, or Round Tower, which, as its name implies, is an immense round brick tower, rising to a great altitude, and with a church attached. An inclined broad plane of brickwork, without any stairs or steps, ascends spirally to the summit, interiorly, with such a gentle rise that a carriage might drive up; and it is asserted that Peter the Great, the half-insane Emperor of Russia, actually did drive his Empress to the summit in a carriage and four! The tower is crowned by an astronomical observatory, and commands a most extensive view both of Danish and Swedish towns.

the grasp of a modern hand! The bronze age wasing all the prime of his life in the exercise of his art that in which they attained a knowledge of the uses in Italy, he died in 1844. of copper and tin, and as this age comes in abruptly, and as the above materials are not found in Denmark, it is presumed that they must have been introduced from some foreign countries. The iron age is the third great development of human intelligence, and is supposed to have been coeval with the advent of Christiansborg palace is a building compared to Christianity. Numerous gold and silver ornaments which the London general post-office, for example, are found of this period, and also many Roman or any other of the largest edifices in that metropolis coins, which probably indicate pretty clearly from would appear insignificant in point of size. It is what quarter this increased knowledge of the arts The stone age is reckoned to absolutely bewildering to ramble over this stupen- reached Scandinavia. dous structure, and the eye can hardly embrace its ex-have prevailed full 3000 years ago; the bronze age terior at one view, unless the spectator retires to a to have commenced six centuries before the Chrisconsiderable distance. The aspect outwardly is not tian era; and the iron age either a little before or a what can be termed magnificent, but the massive little after that glorious advent. walls impress one with a perception of grandeur The other rooms of the museum are filled with an apart from mere architectural design. This vast immense variety of valuable curiosities, arranged so palace contains the supreme court of judicature, the as to capitally illustrate the customs and manners of museum of northern antiquities, the royal library, Scandinavia down to a comparatively modern period. and numerous picture galleries, halls, etc., etc. The Continual accessions are being made to the various king himself has almost entirely given up the palace sections, and every article of precious metal, found to the service of the public, and now rarely, if ever, from time to time by the delving peasant, speedily resides in it-preferring to occupy one or other of finds its place in this grand national repository; for the many minor royal dwellings. The royal library, a wise law provides that the full bullion value of all although occupying only a mere section of the build-articles of gold, silver, etc., shall be immediately ing, is a gigantic repository of literature. Of all the sights we beheld during our residence in the Danish capital, few gave us more unmixed delight than this noble library. The principal room is above three hundred feet in length. paved with black and white marble, and with galleries down each side, supported by pillars. The books are arranged on open shelves, so as to be very accessible, and we were practically shown how easily any required volume could be found. There are, in all, upwards of four hundred thousand volumes, and the whole of these are accesble to the public. There is a reading-room attached, but the books are lent out to any respectable resident, or to any person recommended by a householder. Etruscan frescoes, the size of life, around the lower than mere allusion to the legion of other notable

The whole aspect of this magnificent library reflects the highest credit on the management.

paid to the finder, who thus is sure to promptly
bring them in, instead of secretly melting them down
or otherwise disposing of them, as is often the case, to
the great and irreparable loss of science. Altogether,
the Danish museum of northern antiquities is the most
truly valuable and interesting in the world, and is a
splendid instance of what may be done by limited means
when the system of classification, and comparison of
one mute witness of antiquity with another, is car-
ried out in an enlightened and painstaking manner.

Closely adjoining Christiansborg palace is a huge
quadrangular building, in the Pompeii style, with

The exchange is one of the finest specimens of brick-work that even Copenhagen possesses. It is a beautiful and exceedingly picturesque old building, with a fantastic spire of great height, formed of four copper dragons, whose tails wreathe upwards to a point. It will be seen represented in the engraving that accompanies this sketch. deserving of a word of notice is the church of Our Saviour, a fine edifice. nearly three hundred feet' high, and peculiarly remarkable for possessing a fine spiral staircase, that winds outside the spire up to the very summit. Our limited space forbids more

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churches, palaces, hospitals, (which are conducted on admirable principles,) castles, etc. Some idea, however, may be formed of the profusion of princely edifices, by mentioning the fact that four marble architecture, and filled with superb paintings and palaces, built in the richest and most costly style of articles of vertu, stand so near together, that they form of themselves an octagonal place, being merely separated from each other by streets crossing at right angles.

portion of the exterior. That building is the celebrated Thorvaldsen's museum, being entirely devoted to the gratuitous exhibition of the sculptures of that The museum of northern antiquities is the most great artist. It contains many originals in marble, wonderful and valuable collection of the kind in the and casts in plaster of all other works by Thorvaldsen. world. It is contained in a large suite of rooms, The whole collection is prodigious, and impresses where all the objects are arranged in systematic the visitor with a feeling almost amounting to increorder, and the flood of light they throw on the mys- dulity, when he is told that one man's labors, or terious unwritten history of very remote ages is as copies of them, are grouped before him. Neverthe remarkable as it is also incontestable. The first less, it is true that Thorvaldsen alone sculptured room or two contains memorials of what is termed every object, and not a few of the works are triumphs the stone age of Scandinavia, consisting of stone and of modern art. With all this astonishing display of royal and What especially carried off the flint weapons, tools, and utensils. Next in order, palm of interest, in our estimation, were the colossal public buildings, Copenhagen has an essentially we arrive at the bronze age, and here we see short statues of our Saviour and his twelve apostles. The modern aspect, which, alas! admits of easy but swords, spear-heads, shields, trumpets, bracelets, marble originals are in Frue-kirke, a church in the sad explanation. Two tremendous conflagrations, buckles, etc., all of bronze. Finally, we arrive at city. The Saviour is represented with outstretched happening in 1728 and 1794 respectively, destroyed the iron age, where everything is made of iron. All arms, in the act of saying, 199 "Come unto me! numerous streets, and all the fine old edifices they these relics of the past have been dug out of the Thorvaldsen himself is buried, according to his own contained. What, however, were spared by these ground-generally from burial-grounds. We have desire, in the centre of the inner quadrangle of the fires were doomed, with a few exceptions, to destrucnot space to dilate upon the extremely interesting facts museum. His memory is held in the highest esteem tion by the very cruel bombardment of the city by they attest, but the great inferences drawn from them by his admiring countrymen; but we regret to add the British in 1807-an event which the Danes yet are briefly these. The stone age prevailed in a very that, apart from his transcendent qualities as a sculp-remember with bitter feelings, nor can we wonder remote period of the world's existence, when the tor, he does not, by all accounts, seem to have been people of the north were sunk in the grossest and an amiable man, and to vital religion he was indifferdarkest paganism; and it is clear that these ancient ent. His father was a poor Icelander, a boat-builder Scandinavians were not the giants popularly sup- and carver of the figure-heads of ships, who emiposed, for the handles of their knives—and in a later grated to Copenhagen, where the future sculptor age those of their swords-are much too small for was born, in 1770, and where, returning after spend

at it.

The Danes are intellectually a most gifted people, and of late years have deservedly ranked very high in the pursuits of science and literature. Crsted, Oehlenschlager, Hans C. Andersen, and others, have won such reputations, in their respective lines,

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