conversation. "Vesterbro is certainly your most brilliant suburb.
It forms a city by itself,--a little state! There upon the hill
lies the King's Castle, and there on the left, between the willows,
the poet's dwelling, where old Rahbek lived with his Kamma!"

"Castle and poet's dwelling!" repeated Otto; "the time will be when
they will inspire equal interest!"

"That old place will soon be pulled down!" said Wilhelm; "in such
a beautiful situation, so near the city, a splendid villa will be
raised, and nothing more remind one of Philemon and Baucis!"

"The old trees in the park will be spared!" said Otto; "in the
garden the flowers will scent the air, and remind one of Kamma's
flowers. Rahbek was no great poet, but he possessed a true poet's
soul, labored faithfully in the great vineyard, and loved flowers
as Kamma loved them."

The friends hail left Fredericksberg behind them. The white walls
of the castle glanced through the green boughs; behind Sondermark,
the large, wealthy village stretched itself out. The sun had set
before they reached the Dam-house, where the wild swans, coming
from the ocean, build in the fresh water fake. This is the last
point of beauty; nothing but lonely fields, with here and there a
cairn, extend to the horizon.

The clear summer's night attracted their gaze upward; the postilion
blew his horn, and the carriage rolled toward the town of
Roeskilde, the St. Denis of Denmark, where kings turn to dust;
where Hroar's spring still flows, and its waters mingle with those