The Last Years in Stockholm 153 would understand the words of Ehrensvard which she quotes in that essay: " It is almost incredible how beautiful a thing becomes when we see a reason for it." Her bedroom was furnished with her grandfather's writing-desk, and the old and worn toilet table which had belonged to her grandmother; her father's sofa served as her bed, and, on the opposite wall, hung her mother's portrait, and photo- graphs of her dead friends, and of Sundsholm, Bjorno, and Kallernas. In the larger room, stood her own writing-table with the Eros bust from the Vatican, and comfortable pieces of furniture, almost all from the old home, among them a little chair and sofa, which had been her own since she was four years old, book- shelves, paintings and sketches done by her friends, some of them our foremost artists. Over her resting place hung a large photo- graph of Bocklin's Island of Death, also a re- lief medallion of her father, the handsome features in life size, and around it a great laurel wreath which had been given to her. And then books everywhere, lying at hand on all tables, and during the whole winter, flowers often given her at the lectures at the People's Institute where they had been brought by unknown friends, and whence they had been