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one of the most important in the world ; at least 200,000 hecto- 

 litres were now produced every year by the Carlsberg Brewery 

 and the Ny Carlsberg branch of it, which was under the 

 direction of Jacobsen's son. 



In 1879, Jacobsen, who was unknown to Pasteur, wrote to 

 him, "I should be very much obliged if you would allow me 

 to order from M. Paul Dubois, one of the great artists who do 

 France so much credit, a marble bust of yourself, which I 

 desire to place in the Carlsberg laboratory in token of the 

 services rendered to chemistry, physiology, and beer-manu- 

 facture, by your studies on fermentation, a foundation to all 

 future progress in the brewer's trade." Paul Dubois' bust is a 

 masterpiece : it is most characteristic of Pasteur the deep 

 thoughtful far-away look in his eyes, a somewhat stern expres- 

 sion on his powerful features. 



Actuated, like his father, by a feeling of gratitude, the 

 younger Jacobsen had placed a bronze reproduction of this 

 bust in a niche in the wall of the brewery, at the entrance 

 of the Pasteur Street, leading to Ny Carlsberg. 



This visit to the brewery was an object lesson to the members 

 of the Congress, who were magnificently entertained by 

 Jacobsen and his son ; no better demonstration was ever made 

 of the services which industry may receive from science. In 

 the great laboratory, the physiologist Hansen had succeeded 

 in finding differences in yeast ; he had just separated from each 

 other three kinds of yeast, each producing beer with a different 

 flavour. 



The French scientists were delighted with the practical 

 sense and delicate feelings of the Danish people. Though they 

 had gone through bitter trials in 1864, though France, England, 

 and Eussia had countenanced the unrighteous invasion, in 

 the face of the old treaties which guaranteed to Denmark the 

 possession of Schleswig, the diminished and impoverished 

 nation had not given vent to barren recriminations or declama- 

 tory protests. Proudly and silently sorrowing, the Danes 

 had preserved their respect for the past, faith in justice and 

 the cult of their great men. It is a strange thing that 

 Shakespeare should have chosen that land of good sense and 

 well-balanced reason for the surroundings of his mysterious 

 hero, of all men the most haunted by the maddening enigma 

 of destiny. 



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