according to their respective parishes, but in colour only; the general character is the same. They wear a boddice of red leather, or strong stuff, without sleeves, open in front, and laced across with a silvery-looking cord. The under garment is of coarse, but almost always clean, linen, having long and wide sleeves: a coloured collar of some kind is usually worn round the throat; the colour of the immensely thick petticoat, which reaches only to the knees, is varied in different parishes, and also that of the stockings; the latter are usually scarlet; an apron is sometimes worked into the petticoat, and a large pocket appears at each side. On their heads is a small skull cap, sometimes red and sometimes white. I have one of those, which I got from a woman in Dalecarlia, of scarlet and yellow cotton, bound with the latter colour round the front, and cut in a sharp peak on the forehead. Their shoes are of a most exquisite fashion; being made of wood, more than a span high from the sole up, and with the hind quarters raised some inches higher from the ground than the upper; so that the effect of these high heels is to add much to the apparent size of the wearers, who are, are, independent of this advantageous aid, a larger race than the Swedes commonly are.

In winter their sheepskin jackets are beautifully made, with the fleece worn the reverse way to that in which a sheep wears it, but with a long fringe of the wool for trimming. I really have quite envied the easy and primitive costume.

Hoga is easily accessible by land from the capital; but my pleasantest road to it lies over land and water-by going in a boat to Carlberg, the favourite palace of Charles or Carl XII., and walking through that fine park, the whole way from which to that of Hoga is most interesting. This old palace is now the Krigs Akedemi, or military college; but it is so very quiet you can fancy it anything but an abode of military pupils. The park, from the magnificent trees, and fine masses of rocks, pleases me more than some which are more diversified by nature and art. The whole place has more the appearance of a monastic retreat than of a military college: the broad and splendid avenue, bordered by stately trees, is the most stilly walk imaginable; and if you chance to meet a pair of young officers arm-in-arm sauntering there, or reclining, perhaps with their pipes, on the seats, your fancy can throw the frock and hood of a monk around them, and then no one would tell the difference. I have

been here when the hour for evening exercise was approaching, and the young men bivouacked, and reclining on the ground among the trees in groups, were just as quiet. It is indeed a solemn-looking avenue, and the perpendicular, enormously-high trees render it quite impressive; the people called in Sweden Lasäre, which answers pretty nearly to what are called in England Scripture-readers, often hold a meeting in this park, and sing in the open air; a practice which is pretty sure to entice Swedish hearers. Carlberg Park appears to me more friendly to contemplation than any of the pleasant resorts which the environs of Stockholm profusely offer. Is it from that cause that it is a less general favourite with its good citizens? The air of repose that reigns over it; the bright green of the grass that grows beneath the giant firs; the large rocks, bare, greened over with moss, or whitened by that long, stiff, white moss, which grows like frost-work over them-give it additional charms to me; and through it I make my way to Solna Church-pretty, quiet Solna, said to be the most ancient, and in many respects one of the most church-like, that I have yet seen in Sweden. It is a sweet scene around it; and its graveyard is just that wherein one feels one would like to

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be laid. The tomb of Berzelius is here, and I plucked a little pansy from it, and a good Professor heard of the act, and told his widow, and she came to see me, and to my great surprise I saw the old man's wife was a young woman; she was thirty years younger than the celebrated chemist. And now she comes to see me, and I visit at her pleasant house; because I plucked a forget-me-not from her husband's grave.

And this quiet Carlberg, to which Solna is attached, was once the residence of that mad hero of the North, whose memory is still admired in Sweden: the improvements which his strange opponent, Peter I., made in Russia, benefit his country to this day; of all the wars of Charles XII., no fruit remains to Sweden.

There is a good bronze statue of Carl XII. in the museum of the Palace, showing him reclining in the position in which he fell; his hand mechanically grasping the hilt of the sword he expired without drawing.

A pleasant observance was instituted in the Swedish army by a king almost as much given to war, though in a very different manner. Gustavus Adolphus caused his soldiers to close their evening exercises with prayer and singing. The

military pupils at Carlberg were dismissed in this way one evening when I was there; the effect was pleasing; the officer then thanked them, and bade them good night, to which they responded by a sort of shout that startled me: it is a kind of "Hurra," signifying the same good night to him.

Proceeding onward from Solna, we come to the large cemetery, the tombs of which are, as usual, neatly dressed, and mostly bear the sacred symbol of the faith-the most consoling and expressive that a Christian tomb can bear-the cross;telling us that as the Saviour died, the dead in Christ shall live.

The simple tombs marked by it alone are in much purer and better taste than the more pompous, and generally ugly monuments, by which the Swedes sometimes evince their patriotic or social pride, and their family affection.

Much cause have we for thankfulness, that a still more generally and grossly perverted monumental taste appears to be expiring in England. May its last moments speedily arrive! No more heathen symbols, no more pharisaic inscriptions, disgrace the church-yards, and church-walls, of a religious and Christian land! The urn, by which heathens showed that the burned ashes of their