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may reasonably consider them as our ancestors ; and it was 

 not a little interesting to see the knives, and arrows, and 

 hatchets, which they made of flint before the metals were 

 known among them, and when of course they were as wild 

 as the savages of our own forests. These implements, and 

 many others of various kinds, have been dug out of the bar- 

 rows, which are very numerous on the island of Zealand. We 

 sometimes had as many as twenty of these mounds, at once, 

 within our circle of vision. 



From Copenhagen we went to Roeschild, the ancient cap- 

 ital, and present burial place of the Danish monarchs. It re- 

 tains little magnificence, with the exception of that which is 

 seen in the cathedral. The tombs of the royal family con- 

 tained in this church are as rich and splendid, as any that I 

 recollect to have visited. At Elsineur we enjoyed the magni- 

 ficent spectacle of the Russian fleet passing the sound. In 

 a few days you will be delighted with the intelligence of the 

 memorable victory, which, in conjunction with those of 

 France and England, it has gained over the murderers of the 

 Greeks. 



Having crossed the Sound at Elsineur, we went through 

 a part of Sweden, to Ystad on the southern shore. We 

 could not in a journey of two or three days learn much about 

 the country or its inhabitants, but we saw many of the lat- 

 ter, and I have never been better pleased with the appear- 

 ance of any race of men. Their robust frames and muscu- 

 lar limbs would form a fine contrast with the diminutive fig- 

 ures that one sees in the delightful but enervating regions of 

 the South." 



"London, August 5, 1828. 

 " Since I last wrote you T have passed over a considera- 

 ble space, and seen a variety of interesting objects. I had 

 the pleasure in the spring of witnessing a slight eruption of Ve- 

 suvius, ' slight ' at least in comparison with former ones, but 

 very magnificent in my eyes, to which it appeared one of 

 the grandest sights I had ever beheld. In returning from 

 Italy, I took a route very remarkable for its magnificent and 

 romantic scenery. I came from Florence to Lucca, and 

 thence along the coast to Nice ; thence by the first carriage 

 road made over the great Alps to Turin, and then over Mont 

 Cenis to Chambery. Near Chambery I visited the Grand 

 Chartreuse, the mother of the Carthusian convents all over 

 the world. The house is said to have cost more than a mil- 



