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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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72 BIOGRAPHY.

“Tt was a beautiful and solemn scene. The morning
was so splendid, the sun shone so brightly, the breeze was
so fresh and invigorating, that every thing spoke to us
more of resurrection than of death. The people who had
assembled round the grave showed deep sympathy, and
we... :

“T did not feel it so heavily. Ah! how I longed to have
been with August!

“On the plain monument, which will be raised over him,
is to be engraved: ‘August Bremer, his mother’s and sis-
ters’ darling. Born,... Died,..-

“T cannot find words to describe to you our Ambassador’s
(Braudel) kindness and care of August during his illness.

“More when we meet again! On the 28th we shall
probably be in Ystad, and on the 7th of October we shall
be with you.”

A few days later Fredrika writes : —

“We are all now more composed. This morning we
have been to plant some beautiful acacias upon the grave.
The cemetery is out of town, and in the style of Pére la
Chaise, near Paris, full of fine trees and flowers. We leave
on Monday. In Ystad we shall have to undergo a long
and wearisome quarantine.”

On the appointed day my dear relatives arrived in Chris-
tianstad. They remained, however, only a few days, it
being late in the season, and my mother anxious to be at
home before the cold weather set in.

During these days there was a table in our drawing-room
always covered with the choicest fruit, — pine-apples, grapes,
peaches, apricots, plums, pears, and transparent Astrachan
apples, — presents from my good friends and acquaintances,
who daily, from their splendid greenhouses and gardens on
their estates in the neighborhood, sent me these fruits to
offer to my mother and sisters. Such magnificent grapes,
in large bunches, as those which I got from A p, I have
scarcely seen even in the south of Europe. They were

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