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their neighbours no little trouble, and the kingdoms were at war from 1669 to 1718. The Danish government then saw the policy of peace, and felt severely the loss of some provinces. During these contests with Sweden the royal prerogatives had been greatly increased, the popular power had declined, and the nobility lost some of the privileges of their caste. The crown also, which was to a certain degree elective, was now declared hereditary in the reigning family.

But great changes were at hand. Louis the Sixteenth had submitted to the axe; faction after faction ruled the kingdom of the Bourbons; war unfurled her sanguinary standard in every part of Europe, and Denmark could scarcely escape being drawn into the vortex; and in 1801, entering into a defensive alliance with Russia, Prussia, and Sweden, involved herself in a war with Great Britain, which resulted in the temporary loss of some of her colonies. England was then the only European power that resisted the overshadowing influence of France and the spell of her mighty Emperor. In 1807 that monarch signified to Denmark that she must take part in the war against England, and information of this mandate reaching the court of St. James, the ministry at once sent a large armament to the Baltic to force the Danes to surrender their navy, and after a valiant defence, the English were ultimately successful. In 1814 a peace was concluded, but Heligoland and the fleet were held by her opponents; an arrangement was made that Norway should be ceded to Sweden, Denmark retaining the province of Pomerania, which in 1815 she yielded to Prussia in exchange for the duchy of Lauenburg and a large sum of

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tria espoused the cause of Denmark. The duchies were now forced to submit, and the whole question was deliberated at a convention of ambassadors from Northern and Western Europe, who finally declared that the succession should devolve on Prince Christian of the Sonderburg-Glücksburg line, and his male heirs, and in the event of that family becoming extinct, then Russia should succeed to a portion of the duchies.

This decision greatly displeased the duchies and the Danes, and was rejected by the diet in 1852, and when presented to the same assembly the year following met a similar fate. But the King was pledged to the ruling powers, and the measure was finally passed June 24th, 1853. On the coronation of the present sovereign of Denmark, the duchies exhibited great dissatisfaction, and if Prussia had not subsequently interfered, would have accomplished most if not all that they desired.

little State, her literature and internal policy, A glance at the natural boundaries of this may not be without interest to the general Jutland, the islands of Seeland, Funen, Laaland, reader. This kingdom consists of the peninsula of Falsta, Langeland, Alsen, Möen, Samsoe, Lasoe, Fehmern, Bornholm, and the duchy of Schleswig. She also possesses the Färöe Isles, Iceland, and Greenland, and St. Thomas, Santa Cruz, and San Juan in the West-Indies. She has an of 2,588,996. The country is, for the most part, area of 445,705 square miles, and a population an almost unbroken plain, and the rivers and lakes are small; the points, or arms of the sea, are the most prominent natural features. Although the latitude is high, the winters are seldom severe, and the climate is damp. Great attention is paid to agriculture, and large quantities of hemp, flax, peas, barley, rye, and The revenue of the kingdom in 1860 was oats, are produced; some tobacco is grown. 18,563,650 dollars, the civil-list 875,200 dollars; the income met the demands, and the national debt was 62,942,196 dollars.

Denmark formerly claimed the exclusive right of imposing tolls on all vessels navigating The Sound, and exacted heavy dues; these were sometimes settled by a commutation, and, at the Congress of Vienna, these claims were ad

The duchies then were exceedingly dissatisfied, and have always been a thorn "in the State;" they have no affinities for the Danes, and greatly prefer a German ruler; they feared that the royal line would become extinct, and in that event the duchies would be declared independent of the Danish crown, and annexed to the German confederation. The popular discontent was greatly increased by certain letterspatent issued by the regal authority, declaring that in all the royal dominions excepting certain parts of Holstein the laws of succession should be uniform. The flame was fed by out-mitted, and the revenue decreed to belong to side interference, and on the accession of Frederick the Seventh, in 1848, the duchies took up arms in defence of their rights, and were assisted by Prussia, who sent a large force, drove out the Danes, and invaded Jutland. England and Russia interfered, and an armistice was signed, which was exceedingly offensive to the malcontents. In 1849 Prussia undertook a second campaign in Holstein, and though her interference was not disregarded, still the Holsteiners relied mainly on themselves, and "maintained a spirited resistance till defeated at Idstett, July 23rd, 1850." Prussia had determined on neutrality, and Aus

the kingdom. The matter engaged the attention of the European powers from time to time, and a convention was held at Copenhagen to adjust it finally, and that power accepted 19,145,000 dollars as a full compensation for The Sound dues: "Great Britain paid 28.90 per cent.; Russia, 27.80 per cent.; Prussia, 12.60 per cent., and the United States 2.03 per cent."

The domestic trade of Denmark is very large, and most of the shipments are made by water. There are also four large canals, one of which, having seven sluices and the same number of bridges, is navigable for vessels of one hundred and fifty tons. All the roads and highways are

Iceland alone had poets after the Druid bards were exterminated. About the middle of the seventeenth century, the government issued a commission for the collection of the original manuscripts of the Edda, which had been published by Resen in 1665.

macadamized, kept in excellent order, and are | ligious ceremonies of the nations of the North." under the direction of a superintendent of roads. This little kingdom pays great attention to education; every child, between the ages of seven and fourteen, is obliged by law to attend some school, and there is always a place of instruction in every village. There are about forty gymnasia in Denmark, in addition to normal schools and two universities-one at Copenhagen, the other at Kiel.

The Government of Denmark is a "constitutional, hereditary monarchy." The future sovereign, before he can ascend the throne, must be at least eighteen years of age; his person is inviolate, and he must profess the Lutheran religion; he is the head of the State, and his office corresponds very closely to that of the President of the United States; he can make all appointments, both civil and military, but they must be confirmed by the Diet. This body, which sits biennially, is composed of eighty members; twenty are appointed by the king, thirty by the storthings or local assemblies throughout the kingdom, and thirty more by the citizens. No taxes can be imposed without the consent of the Diet, and no laws passed by its members are valid till they receive the royal assent. Personal liberty, religious toleration, freedom of the press, the inviolability of private residences, and the right of public meetings, are recognized by law, and have been solemnly sanctioned by repeated enactments. Denmark is, next to England, the freest country in Europe, and, were not the climate so injurious to strangers, would be the residence of many political refugees.

The literature of Denmark is very rich, and translations of some of the best works of her authors are used; her poetry is very fine. Several languages are spoken in Denmark-the Dansk, Svensk, and Norsk are all of Icelandic origin. This tongue is the source of all the poetry of the North, and ruled in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark. It was spoken by the Scalds. The bards, troubadours, and storytellers used it in all their communications, and transferred it to stone. All the Runic inscriptions are in that dialect to this day. The Icelanders are the most cultivated people in the world. All, or nearly all, the village clergymen converse fluently in Latin, and every family has its reader. This idiom also existed among the Northern Irish and the Scottish islanders; but was gradually pushed aride by the German, and eventually was only to be found in the monasteries of Shalkolt. Pleif, the first Bishop, who carried a taste for letters into Iceland, was consecrated in the eleventh century; he was rather a voluminous writer, but none of his works are extant. Several learned prelates succeeded Pleif, but none of their writings are preserved. Ari Huni Frodi is the oldest of the Icelandic historians. The Edda, which was first collected in 1192, has been the subject of great admiration to many learned men, and is a storehouse of rich material "for the ancient manners and re

The ballad-poetry of Denmark is exceedingly rich, masculine, and abundant; their date is uncertain. Rahbek, a poet of medium excellence, but a good critic and laborious writer, who was well versed in several languages, collected all these ancient remains in one volume. These would well repay a rendition into English. The versification pleases the ear; the imagery is bold and free; the poets sing the heroism of the warriors, their lofty deeds in life, and their final triumphs at the great banquets in the Volhalla.

Other dialects are spoken in the different groups of islands, but all bear traces of the great mother-language from which they are derived.

The Danish language, spoken in the higher and court circles, and used in diplomatic intercourse, is milder than the German, and has fewer aspirated and hissing sounds. The conquest of England by Canute, the sway of Ger man rulers, and the Reformation exerted a powerful influence on the Danish literature. To the last it is indebted for much of its vigour and strength; but the use of the Gallic idiom as a court language, and the too frequent employment of the Latin by the learned, operated in bringing the Danish into disrepute. Towards the close of the seventeenth century, the national language again revived; it is now used very generally among the upper classes in Jutland, Denmark, and a part of Schleswig, among the Esquimaux in Greenland, and the islands of San Juan, St. Croix, and St. Thomas.

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Denmark has been exceedingly prolific in great truths in every department of literature; but the limits of our present article will scarcely permit us to more than mention the names and works of some of the principal Danish writersTycho Brahe, who flourished from 1546 to 1601, famed for his vast astronomical skill; Bartholin, who lived in 1616, equally celebrated as an anatomist, gave a great impetus to science. Holberg, who was born at Bergen, in Norway, in 1684, exercised a powerful and lasting influence on Danish literature; his talents were great and versatile, his learning very consider able, and, though his serious writings are highly prized, he himself preferred the regions of wit and humour. In these he is, perhaps, unmatched by any writer in the language. The subterranean voyage of Nicholas Klein was a very successful satire, and has been translated into many European tongues; Peter Paars, a comic heroic poem, has also much wit and humour. As a dramatic writer of short pieces, combining fun, broad comedy, and a truthful representation of nature, Holberg is very justly famed, neither is he ever wearisome, nor is the history spun out; they bear considerable re

semblance to some of Toot's farces. The "Pewter Pot-Maker" is the best, and has passed into a national proverb, when a man has the vanity of wishing to leave the sphere in which he was born. Holberg was ennobled, and his death was greatly lamented.

Ewald holds a distinguished place as a lyrical poet, and the crown of the university was awarded to him on the death of Frederick the Fifth; the soul-stirring national ballad, "King Christian by the mainmast stood," came from his pen; that alone would have immortalized him. "The death of Beldor," and "Ralp Krage, a drama,” are also numbered among his productions. His odes are fine, and the elegies of "Hope" and "Remembrance" are beautiful. But Fortune did not smile upon this gifted son of song, for forty years Indigence had been his daily companion, yet the great of the earth contended who should bear his remains to the grave. Oehlenschlager holds rank, perhaps, in the estimation of some before any of the others, but he has modestly styled himself a third-class poet. "The Death of Correggio,” “Aladdin,” "Ascel and Waldberg," and "The Gospel of the Year," are all marked with fine imagery, distinctness, and grace. This writer is particularly fortunate in his female characters.

Winther, Hendrich Hertz, Hendersen, N. F. Mohlbeck, and Grundtvig, are the famous modern poets; there are also a great number of novelists, whose works meet a ready sale. F. C. Sibbern is the most independent thinker in the kingdom, and Oersted's "Aanden e Naturen" has been translated into most European languages. Eschricht and Paulsen are zoologists. Other writers have presented valuable works on archæology and history to the public. Rask, Westergaard, and Fausböll are exceedingly eminent as linguists; and Nyerup, Petersen, and Müller have made very profound researches in Danish literature and history. Numerous critical editions of the remains of ancient Danish and Scandinavian literature have been issued, and Grundtvig stands at the head of the living historians of Denmark.

tually wore the Norwegian crown for a few months. Prior to this, his parents separated, were divorced, and the boy spent most of his time among soldiers and peasants. At sixteen he made the tour of Europe, and resided for some time at Geneva, whence he returned home, imbued with republican ideas, and much better fitted to be a disciple of Jean Jacques Rousseau than to wield a sceptre. But things had greatly changed: his royal cousin, at the age of sixty, found himself without any male heirs. His two daughters had long since passed the bloom of early youth, and their father, determined that they should marry, tendered the Princess Wilhelmina to her cousin Frederick. The youth refused, but the King was inflexible, and he was united, in 1828, to a woman he disliked, and whose haughty manners did not conciliate her spouse. He soon left her, and resided for some time at a inansion near the capital, where he assembled around him some of his former democratic associates, and contracted an intimacy with a certain Louise Rasmussen, the daughter of a small tradesman, but a girl of much wit and beauty. Such conduct drew the King's ire upon the Prince, and, after a reprimand, he was sent to muse and philosophize, in 1857, to a fortress in Jutland, where he remained till liberated by the King's death. At his father's accession to the throne he was divorced from the Princess Wilhelmina, and married a second time to the Princess of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. Chance, however, threw him into contact with his former love, whom he at once installed in a cottage, and avowed his intention of protecting. At the end of five years the Crown-Prince was divorced from the Princess of Strelitz, who returned to her native country, and Louise Rasmussen was declared favourite entire.

Christian the Eighth died on the 20th of January, 1848, and the first act of his son, on ascending the throne the same day, was to create his favourite Baroness Danner, and soon after Countess. This distinction was at first severely blamed by the nation; but the faAs the duchies and Denmark now en- vourite was entirely on the popular side, and gross much of the public attention, a Frederick at once declared that he would rather short biographical notice of the late king resign his crown than separate from his friend, may be suitably appended. The greatest and such, in fact, very nearly ensued, when all English poet has well and justly remarked, Europe was suddenly convulsed by the French "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown," revolution. A mob of the ultra-radicals and and in no case was it more fully exemplified the Scandinavian party thronged the palace, than in the person of Frederick the Seventh of petitioning for reform, and using seditious lanDenmark, who has been styled by his contem-guage; but the King at once disarmed these poraries and the Danish press the republican king. No one ever accepted a diadem more reluctantly, nor wore it more unwillingly.

factious spirits, by asserting that he would abdicate the crown, become the president of a republic, or withdraw entirely from public business, and thus morally intimidate his powerful neighbour. This was more than the nation either expected or desired, and intimated that they would only accept the new constitution guaranteed by the King.

Frederick was born October the 6th, 1808, about a year after the bombardment of Copenhagen by the British. His chances of succeeding to the throne were precarious, as his father was only cousin to the reigning king. This prince had two daughters, and was only forty; On the 7th of August, 1850, Frederick the reasonable hopes might be expected of male Seventh was publicly married, at Fredericksissue. The father of Prince Frederick was en- burg, to the Countess Danner. This step grossed with dreams of kingly sway, and ac-greatly displeased the Danes, and, as it had long

been apprehended, remonstrances against it poured in from all parts of the kingdom; but the King heeded them not, and soon after making a tour of the southern provinces of the kingdom, at a banquet openly stated that Louise Rasmussen was the best friend he had, and that if he could not enjoy the privilege of a peasant in selecting his consort, he would at once resign the crown. This plain avowal promptly silenced all complaints, and the sensible part of the Danish community at once acknowledged that the King was right, and that they would support him.

Christian was, beyond all question, the most honest prince of his day, and invariably acting for the good of his people, was ready to declare the kingdom a republic, if Russia should attempt any infringement of her liberties. To the popular voice he always lent a respectful attention, and met difficulties as they arose-a task from which kings too often shrink. His death was deeply and sincerely lamented, as a patriotic sovereign, and one who always planned his country's welfare, and common consent has adjudged him to be the wisest and best monarch that Denmark had seen for a century.

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Hesper alone looked down Benignantly upon the evening's peace; Nought broke the charmed stillness of the hour, Save the sad ceaseless throbbing of the waves, Kissing caressingly the tired, parched earth. My eyes had sought the heaven in her face, That brightest star in all my firmament; Her little timid hand lay fluttering, A captive in my scarce less timid grasp; Her whispered words awoke my heart's response, 'And wilt thou love me, e'en for weal and woe, My own, my peerless one?" A whisper came, Softer and fainter than the whispering wave That kissed the shingle on the yellow shore; A winning glance shot from those trustful eyes, As shoots the sun-ray thwart a reed-fringed lake, Tinting with golden light the marish-flowers Enmirrored on its bosom. Softly then Her proud lithe head lay pillowed on my breast, Crowned with its wealth of burnished yellow hair; And softer still the echo of her voice Came beating at my heart: "To thee alone My young life's love is given, and with thee Shall it remain until we both shall die." A few short simple words; but all at once My life seemed changed for me, and happy light— The glamour bright of Love's own witcheryTransformed the scene to fairyland, the while My heart kept echoing to triumphal songsA Pæan for my victory. No more Might life appear a rugged, cheerless strife: With love to brighten all the weary way

It seemed enchanted; and th' enchanter's wand

"HÆC OLIM MEMINISSE JUVABIT." Was, after all, but some few trembling words

There are some scenes in this our weary life
That shine right-wistfully across the drear expanse
Of bygone years, and midst the after-life

Of care and sorrow, strike some well-known chord
To which the heart-strings vibrate, and a tear
Starts to our poor, worn eyelids, just as when
One hears in dreams a long-forgotten strain
Of homely music which a loved one played
Whose hand is still in death.

It fell that on a glorious summer eve
We strolled along, by happy fancy led,
Down to the old familiar trysting place-
The old sweet lovers' nonsense whispering low-
My bonnie Pearl and I.

Above us far,

In bright mid-air, the skylarks trilled a wealth
Of luscious melody, till, fainter heard,
They made the very heaven aglow with song,
Around the rocks kept ward, and far beyond
The great calm sea lay sleeping quietly,
Rippling with gentle smiles, as infancy
Sunk in sweet slumber; while the breeze,
Deep-tinctured with a thousand healthful scents,
Toyed with the purple wind-flowers, that caressed,
In loving twines, the cliff's stern, rugged brow,
Like dew-gemmed flow'rets round a crater's brink.
A splendid summer-eve it was; the sky, so pure,
Shone where the sun had sunk, without the pomp
And glorious pageantry of purple clouds-

A charm of deep, calm blue; while one fair star
Gleamed like a jewel red; and yet

The moon had risen not, to greet the waves'
Deep melody.

That told me I was loved, in life and death, By a pure, honest girl, God's fairest work.

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'Tis hard to lengthen out the threads of grief,
Long-drawn, and hastening to the bitter end.
Life hath no charms for him whose sun has set.
In clouds of lurid blackness, and perchance
Fond recollection makes the way less drear;
But oft upon a summer's eve I sit,
And conjure up the semblance of my love,
Who comes and lays her soft, cool hand in mine,
And looks upon me with angelic calm,
Soothing my sorrow; while Love, strong as Death,
Beams from her tender eyes, and bids me wait
Steadfast unto the end; when she, herself,
Among the "Shining Ones," will lead me forth
Unto the happiness of perfect day.

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HANDSOME DONATION TO THE NATIONAL GALLERY.-Captain Hans Busk has presented to the trustees of the National Gallery a magnificent work of art by Nicolo Poussin. It is one of the finest specimens extant of that celebrated master, and is in his purest style. It is also in excellent preservation. The picture was painted in 1641, and was purchased some years since from the Barberini Gallery for six hundred guineas. It was considered by competent judges one of the gems of the collection of the late Mr. Hans Busk, of Great Cumberland-place, who died in 1862,

HORACE CAREW; OR, THE HEIR OF SAIRMOUTH CASTLE.

CHAP. I.-DOUBLING.

"Waiter, if any one should call, you had better say I am engaged, or out. Let no one in: for I can see nobody."

"Very good, sir. Will you take your dinner now? or would you prefer-"

At this point in the dialogue there came a double rap at the door of the room, cutting short the man's speech. No answer was given to the summons, which was soon repeated. Each looked at the other, the gentleman and the waiter-each apparently waiting for the other to do something. After the lapse of a few seconds the door was tried; the effort, however, proved useless, for the key had been turned in the lock some time previously.

"I say there!" uttered a fierce voice without -"Horace Carew, if you be in this here room, I advise you to open, or I shall be under the necessity of doing something to make you open !"

At the close of this threat the waiter looked towards the gentleman again; but this latter existed no longer! In an arm-chair by the bed-side sat a decrepid old woman, spectacles on her nose, and a coal-scuttle bonnet on her head-the very picture of an ancient dame.

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'My good fellow," said the metamorphosed being in the chair, "just do me a favour. Look you here: step for a minute into this wardrobe. There, thank you. For heaven's sake make no noise, not a sound! You will understand? Ah, I see you do. Where is your hand? Right? Put that in your pocket."

Click! The waiter was safe in the wardrobe now-there had been time for him, however, to see the sparkle of gold, ere the door closed. In the interval repeated demands had been made from without for the door to be opened: these failing to produce any effect, recourse was being had to a more decisive mode of action. Already a heavy blow had half-shattered the panel, when the old woman, alias Horace Carew, seized the prison of the incarcerated waiter, and succeeded, by dint of pushing and dragging, in forcing it in front of the door; a chest of draws, three chairs, table, and washhand-stand followed, and in two minutes a most respectable barricade had been improvised, worthy of the Boulevards des Italiens. The blows in the meantime had crushed through the door, scattering the shivered fragments of it around; but the dealer thereof stopped short in amaze at the further resistance to his attack which was now experienced in the artistic array of wardrobe, drawers, and table in the rear.

Here rushed in the landlord to the rescue. "Spare my furniture, Mr. Bailiff! If you'll only have patience for one minute I'll bring a kev. Spare the property!"

Thud, thud! fell the blows heavily on the resisting mass.

"Spare my legs!" cried an agonized voice within. "I'll get out of the way directly I can. It's not my fault, indeed it's not!"

The last few blows had penetrated the back of the wardrobe, and reached the natural pedestals of the worthy waiter.

All draw back. "Who are you? asked the officer, angrily. "Where is Horace Carew?" "Let me out, let me out, Mr. Rentner! Master, let me out!" was the only reply.

"Speak, man!" cried the bailiff" speak, or by Jove I'll break your legs, and not leave you one to stand upon! Who are you?"

"I am Charles Green! I am locked in! I am innocent! I am-"

"You're a fool!" retorted his questioner. "Break open the door of your wardrobe, and come out."

"Don't!" shrieked the master-" my best mahogany wardrobe!"

"Do!" growled the officer; "for, if you don't, I strike!"

The unfortunate waiter made a violent effort to extricate himself, and succeeded, not in bursting open the door, but in breaking through the back of his prison, and precipitating himself into the arms of his master. This latter, in revenge for the injury done to his furniture, passed him on to the officer, who collared the offender, and asked, "Where is Horace Carew? He's wanted. Now you understand; so don't pretend you are stupid or deaf!"

In desperation the man pointed to the room. The crowd which had collected pressed forward to the door, and, the furniture being displaced, entered. The room was vacant: the bailiff swore: the master of the house bemoaned his loss, and talked loud of damage; while the lookers-on chuckled.

In the meantime, along the muddy streets of the town of Barnton, an old woman, apparently very infirm, carrying a large bundle on her arm, threaded her way. She tottered in her walk so much as to attract the notice of passers-by. In turning a corner of the street she encountered a crowd of men and boys, conspicuous amongst which was the discomfited bailiff. So sudden was the encounter, that the poor old thing was ali but upset by the rabble. At any rate her infirmities did not seem to excite much compassion, for the irate officer of the law growled uncourteously, muttering something about "old women fitter to remain at home than to go at large!" The ancient dame got herself out of the way of the crowd as quickly as might be, and passed on. The moment she was out of sight she quickened her pace, stepping out

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