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280 SKETCHES.
I was yesterday in town. A large town is after all a
strange thing. We feel this most when we have been liv-
ing a long time in the country. The country! I wish that
everybody could live there, and become well acquainted
with all its peaceful objects.
How beneficial is it not for sore eyes (sore from contem-
plating the world and humanity) to rest upon the “ Eyes-
delight ” with which Sweden’s Flora has so richly studded
our verdant fields; to see in old forests the “ Yellow-bird’s-
head,” juicy and odoriferous, shoot out of the poorest soil
at the roots of the firs; to see and hear the waves beat
upon the shore; to rest near the murmuring brook, when
the “ Money-wort” and the “Purple-specked loosestrife ”
shine amongst the bushes upon its bank ; to listen to the
country-people’s songs in the evening, while they are piling
the fragrant hay-cocks; to see the cows graze upon the
lately-mown fields, and the sheep — pictures all of repose
and innocence, bringing peace and refreshing coolness to
our soul. It makes you more pious, more healthy. Yes,
everybody ought to live in the country, but nevertheless
visit the town now and then. This was just what I did
yesterday. ;
Stockholm is not a very large, nor is it a very populous
town. J.ondon is much larger. But still Stockholm is a
real capital. I think it is splendid.
Boru of a wedding and of a murder,) a child of love and
revenge, the soil inaugurated by mead and royal blood, the
former Agnefit, the present Stockholm, rose from out the
waters, both salt and fresh. Even to this day, as then, the
sea and the lake mingle their floods round its base, and in
it thrives and moans in wonderful union, love and hatred,
virtue and crime, the great and the little, beauty and ugli-
ness, the bitter and the sweet.
1 See tales of Swedish history, how King Agne of the Ynglinga dy-
nasty, after having conquered a Finnish king and made his daughter pris-
oner, and when on his way home, their wedding being celebrated, became
intoxicated, and was hanged on a tree at her instigation.
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