vocal music.

I have likewise visited the public library and museum, as well as the
palace of Rosembourg. This palace, now deserted, displays a gloomy kind
of grandeur throughout, for the silence of spacious apartments always
makes itself to be felt; I at least feel it, and I listen for the sound
of my footsteps as I have done at midnight to the ticking of the death-
watch, encouraging a kind of fanciful superstition. Every object carried
me back to past times, and impressed the manners of the age forcibly on
my mind. In this point of view the preservation of old palaces and their
tarnished furniture is useful, for they may be considered as historical
documents.

The vacuum left by departed greatness was everywhere observable, whilst
the battles and processions portrayed on the walls told you who had here
excited revelry after retiring from slaughter, or dismissed pageantry in
search of pleasure. It seemed a vast tomb full of the shadowy phantoms
of those who had played or toiled their hour out and sunk behind the
tapestry which celebrated the conquests of love or war. Could they be no
more--to whom my imagination thus gave life? Could the thoughts, of
which there remained so many vestiges, have vanished quite away? And
these beings, composed of such noble materials of thinking and feeling,
have they only melted into the elements to keep in motion the grand mass
of life? It cannot be!--as easily could I believe that the large silver
lions at the top of the banqueting room thought and reasoned. But
avaunt! ye waking dreams! yet I cannot describe the curiosities to you.

There were cabinets full of baubles and gems, and swords which must have
been wielded by giant's hand. The coronation ornaments wait quietly here
till wanted, and the wardrobe exhibits the vestments which formerly
graced these shows. It is a pity they do not lend them to the actors,
instead of allowing them to perish ingloriously.

I have not visited any other palace, excepting Hirsholm, the gardens of
which are laid out with taste, and command the finest views the country
affords. As they are in the modern and English style, I thought I was
following the footsteps of Matilda, who wished to multiply around her the
images of her beloved country. I was also gratified by the sight of a
Norwegian landscape in miniature, which with great propriety makes a part
of the Danish King's garden. The cottage is well imitated, and the whole
has a plea