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a board, and with no woods. The towns crowd about 

 the broken ground where it rises anywhere ; one is so 

 glad of a rising line as a relief to the eye. One is 

 scarcely satisfied by the molehills nature here provides 

 as a substitute for mountains. Man, feeling a need for 

 more upright lines, built spiry steeples about here. We 

 find this refreshment to the eyes in pretty Flensborg, with 

 its spire set off by four small round spirelets clustered at 

 the tapering point, its tiled gables and general diversity 

 of level, its gardens and roods of yellow water-lilies, and 

 its fiord, which is not visible from the railway. There 

 is a small branch line into Flensborg. Friends gather 

 in numbers on the platform to enact the moving scenes 

 of real life and to wave the tear-bedewed (?) handker- 

 chief at starting. It is quite a lounge for the town. 

 Outside we find haymaking going on, and, for objects 

 of interest, oats and white lambs, men in white ducks, 

 broad-beans in flower, and pease-blossom, moth, and 

 mustard-seed. 



How summer crowds upon us in this journey down ! 

 the season changes so rapidly. Beyond a beech planta- 

 tion is some rising ground, and here is a railway cutting 

 at last ! A great square barrack of a castle looms to 

 the left, set in undulations and green hedges, and the 

 mixed cultivation so refreshing after the monotonous 

 vegetation of the north, and kitchen-gardening beauti- 

 fied with purple cabbages. 



Schleswig on the Schlei a scattered town with 

 spired churches cresting banks of pink campion and 



