Later, as we retraced our steps, were the stem and sternpost gone: you saw two strong wooden walls, between which the road took its course.

You even still travel through the wreck!" "Up in your country every poetical mind must become a Byron," said Wilhelm.

"On my parents' estate we have only idyls; the whole of Funen is a garden.

We mutually visit each other upon our different estates, where we lead most merry lives, dance with the peasant-girls at the brewing-feast, hunt in the woods, and fish in the lakes.

The only melancholy object which presents itself with us is a funeral, and the only romantic characters we possess are a little hump-backed musician, a wise woman, and an honest schoolmaster, who still firmly believes, as Jeronimus did, that the earth is flat, and that, were it to turn round, we should fall, the devil knows where!" "I love nature in Jutland!" exclaimed Otto.