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LETTERS. 125
The painting of the old man with the cap, which was
hanging in my bedroom, I have copied in sepia in minia-
ture, on ivory. I intend giving either this or a “Sainte
Famille,” also miniature in sepia, to the General. My
“Napoleon” is indeed very good; and he who wants to
have him must pay me seventy-five rix dollars for him.
My vena is very dry; but when it again begins to flow,
it shall flow towards you.
The manuscript of the narrative of the “ War with the
Barbarians ” has chanced to be made an auto-da-fé of, to-
gether with some other contraband; and our father has
got the newspaper. As you want it, I shall ask Hedda to
copy and send it to you.
Embrace Agatha for me, and say to her every thing that
is loving.
ACCOUNT OF THE WAR WITH THE BARBARIANS.1
3°
Extract of a Letter from Arsta, dated 20th of March, 1827.
“This neighborhood has lately witnessed terrible scenes ;
and even if time were to throw its thickest veil over the
heroic deeds which they engendered, still History would
be able to read, without spectacles, the letters shining like
flames through night’s darkness, and record the eternal
characters upon her tables. But I will not keep you any
longer upon the rack of curiosity.
“Innumerable hordes of Barbarians overran our peace-
ful neighborhood; their fearful shouts and grunting filled,
2 When my sister Agatha, while undergoing the orthopedic treatment
at Arsta, and still using crutches, and wearing round her head an instru-
ment or machine resembling a helmet, and called ‘* Minerva,’’ was one day
going to take a walk, together with Fredrika and Hedda, they were sur-
rounded in the court-yard by a herd of pigs. Their terror and confusion
was much increased when all the dogs began barking at and chasing these
animals, until my sisters were at last saved by the man-servant, Lindberg,
who came to their rescue. Fredrika wrote the same night an account of
this incident, heading it the Arsta Gazette, which she wrote in printed
characters, to imitate a newspaper, and sent to town in order to amuse
my father on his birthday.
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