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SKETCHES ’ 985
square a little further on. The old “ King’s Garden ” is
still a peaceful place, where children can run about undis-
turbed ; where old people can sit down to rest quietly, and
where philosophical pedestrians can walk up and down,
contemplating, from under the shade of large, wide-spread-
ing, leafy trees, the busy world round about them, the estu-
ary, and the palace. The August evening was very sultry,
the town air hung heavily over the garden, but the lime-
trees were blooming and their fresh fragrance broke now
and then through the oppressive air. Carriages and vehi-
cles of all kinds were rattling out to the Djurgarden, and
gentlemen were galloping along on fine horses. In the
avenues of the garden all was silent. One couple was
there walking, whom I followed with my eyes for a good
while. He was tall, middle-aged (about the golden forty),
with a noble, manly countenance; vigor and gentleness
united. She was shorter, a slender figure, a beautiful,
youthful face. ;
They walked slowly, conversing with one another, and
when he looked down at her, and she up to him, there was
something in their faces and in their manner which made
me think, “ So it is right, so it is beautiful!” They walked
arm in arni in the shade, close beside each other, full of
confidence, united in pure love, and happy.
A little further on, sat on a bench one of the wealthiest
and first men in the country. A splendid figure! He was
sitting alone and thoughtful, leaning his hands upon his
walking-stick.
On the next bench was sitting a wretch, whose rags
scarcely covered his body. He also sat thoughtful, leaning
upon his staff. Over both, the lime-trees waved their fra-
grant crowns. The bells pealed from the church-steeples.
Sounds of music were heard from the water.
My road led me afterwards far out to the outskirts of the
town.
Here the houses decrease in size, creeping at last in the
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