ot know what had happened. He said, 'I am going
to build the church, and I am looking round to find the best site.'
'Indeed,' said the rich brother; 'if you build the church, I will give
the bells.' But when he saw the church would be built, it vexed the
avaricious man so much to have to give the bells, that he went and
hung himself.

"There is an authenticated story of a priest, as we are generally
called," continued the Pastor, "at the time of the plague, in 1654. It
was brought by a ship to Copenhagen, and spread rapidly. The priest at
Urlev Praestegaard had some clothes sent him belonging to his
relatives, who had died of the plague at Copenhagen. His name was
Soren Pedersen Prip. As soon as he saw the plague had occurred in his
household, his only thought was how to prevent its spreading in his
parish. He forbade all intercourse; and as his servants, wife, and
children died one after the other, he hoisted a flag, as a signal when
he wanted a coffin, which, as he had no one to send to fetch it, he
managed to convey on a wheelbarrow, and he himself buried all his
household. But that the people should not be without hearing God's
word, he preached to them from a stone in the churchyard, which is yet
shown. There is said to be also a carved wooden basrelief of him in
the church."

"He might have said, 'Exegi monumentum aere perennius'" said Hardy.
"Such a man exhibits one side of your national character that the
world has honoured and will honour. You say the stone can be pointed
out. It is a matter of surprise to me that the stones used in many
places in your old walls about churchyards and old buildings are so
varied in character: there are, for instance, red and grey granite,
syenite, the older sandstones, but all of the older geological
formations. The side, for instance, of Viborg Cathedral is like a
piece of old-fashioned patchwork from this cause, and has not a good
effect."

"In the glacial period these stones were brought down by the ice and
stranded on Jutland," said the Pastor; "they are scattered over the
whole country more or less. There is a legend of a giant who lived at
Veile, who threw these stones at Graverslund Church; but he was a bad
shot, and this accounts for the stones being found everywhere. His
name was Gavl; but it was the ice of the glacial period that was the
giant."

"It will not be possible to visit Kolding," said Hardy, "because it
would make us too late for the steamer. We shall h