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Chap. XXI.
KIRSTINE BOSTGAARD.
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expired; and then she coquetted so cleverly that each
individual of the whole band imagined himself to be
the favoured one. “ How,” she asked, reproachfully, to
the colonel, “can you imagine I could look for one
moment on that beardless lieutenant, with blue eyes
and pink cheeks, like a girl in uniform, when you, a
proper man, are present ? But be prudent; think of
my good name.” To the younger officers she termed
the colonel “ vieille perruqueand so on, till the year
elapsed and the peace was signed ; she then made them
a profound reverence, thanked them for the
consideration they had shown to her goods and chattels,
introduced to them her resuscitated husband Hans
Rost-gaard, and showed them the door most politely.
Such is the history of Rostgaard. Kirstine died soon
after and he married a second time. He is represented
in his epitapliium with his two wives, a rose, and a
skull.
The Esrom lake appears in sight; we arrive at the
village of Fredensborg, halt at the inn, order dinner,
and then proceed to visit the palace and its far-famed
gardens, planted at the termination of the village,
for the Danes have no conception of the grandeur of
isolation in their country residences ; provided one side
looks on a wood, a lake, or a garden, the entrance-court
may be “ cheek by jowl ” with the humblest cottage.
A dozen clipped lime-trees form their idea of an
approach, with a pavement like the “pitching” of our
»Saxon forefathers. At Fredensborg the entrance-court
is paved; the stones run up to the very lime avenue,
to the pedestal of the statue of Peace, by
Wiede-welt, now all blackened and lichen-grown, which cost—
I am afraid to say how many thousand thalers to his
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