CHAPTER VIII.
"See now, Fuenen signifieth _fine_, And much in that word lies; For Fuenen is the garden fine, Where Denmark glads its eyes." The nakedness which the last aspect of Zealand presents occasions one to be doubly struck by the affluent abundance and luxuriance with which Funen steps forth.

Green woods, rich corn-fields, and, wherever the eye rests, noblemen's seats and churches.

Nyborg itself appears a lively capital in comparison with the still melancholy Korsoeer.

One now perceives people upon the great bridge of boats, on the ramparts, and in the broad streets with their high houses; one sees soldiers, hears music, and, what is especially animating upon a journey, one comes to an excellent inn.

The drive out through the arched gateway is an astonishment; it is the same length and breadth as one of the gates of Copenhagen.