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its summit a cross of blazing gold; for its light form is indistinguishable in the radiancy: the whole town is sun-illuminated; up from the water's edge, up to the scattered, rising, and unequally placed houses on Söder heights. Stockholm, rising from the wooded lake at one side, and the green-waved Baltic at the other, should be first seen, as it is now, when the declining sun is flashing back from houses, churches, and towers, its gloriously-burnished rays on the dazzled spectator; presenting, from its watery and wooded position, a sight almost unequalled for beauty, and an air of splendour which is lent to it for the moment.

And thus did I land at Stockholm, so long, so very long ago! Four years ago!

Let me return, let me leave the midsummer tide; I am now in the autumn of 1851.

Ack! say the Swedes, when anything goes wrong; and so I say when I attempt to show the miserable reverse of my sun-illumined picture. But, pray, do not believe, or be influenced by the accounts which any traveller may give of a place he sees in rain, cold, wet, dreariness, and after spending some days with little he could eat, and three nights without a bed to sleep on.

To confess the truth-if it be whispered only -I thought the famous Gottenburg Canal the most wearisome mode of travelling that ever was invented; and I thought Stockholm a dirty, disagreeable, uncomfortable place, when I travelled by the one in company with many natives thronging to winter quarters, and landed at the other in the rainy, stormy, and cold autumn of 1851.

Now I must tell you that I had sustained my courage by the thought that all my miseries would end by the touching of our crowded little boat at the pier of Stockholm; that there I should see a face looking out for me, that there I should hear a word of welcome, and there I should meet that grand indemnity for out-of-doors discomforts-the comfort of finding "all ready" for you within them.

The reason of my indulging in such a delusion I set before you by transcribing a note, which was, indeed, a chief cause of bringing me back to Sweden. You will see how easily I am beguiled by the voice of the charmers of this world.

Thus wrote a learned Swede:-"Nothing can be more agreeable to me than to read a true

description" (i. e. a good one) "of my country; as it has been to the English either a terra incognita, or represented in a light in which the bad part only has been made visible.

"I shall therefore be very glad to receive you here, when you, as you have promised, come to make acquaintance with our social life; with 'The H. Family,' 'The President's Daughters,' &c., &c., and then to portray it all with the style of your literary relative, as you have begun to do already.

"Let me know when you intend to come, and I shall fulfil my promise, to give you the best advice as to your journey, and to prepare for you here."

Now, having written to say I was very near at hand, and should soon come to make acquaintance with the social life of Sweden, I naturally expected to find it presented to me in the best light on my arrival; that so, as I am a firm believer in the truth of first impressions, I might be able to represent it in such a way as that the bad part only should be invisible. But alas! if the learned Swede's country had been hitherto a terra incognita to the ignorant world, so did I think it was likely to remain to me, when

I leave the asterisks to tell the rest.

Now, then, fancy you see me commencing my acquaintance with the social life of Sweden, standing alone on the pier of Stockholm, drenched by rain, half buried in mud, and quite resigned to misery.

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CHAPTER XVIII.

ALONE now in Stockholm! quite alone, and tranquil!-put away somewhere among the "sundries" of a labyrinthine hotel-which word, in Stockholm, signifies a great lodging-house, where coffee is served to you morn and eve; and dinner, if the inmates desire one, is carried from an eatinghouse at one common hour. Hotels, as we and other half-civilized people understand the term, are yet unknown to the capital of Sweden.

And have I been here before? or is it, indeed, but the vision of a fever-troubled night? Thoughts of the past! angels on wings of light, coming to fill the heart with yearning love or hallowing

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