The Measured Pace Of Thought With Which I Had Entered The Cathedral Changed Into A Trip; And I Bounded On The Terrace, To See The Royal Family, With A Number Of Ridiculous Images In My Head That I Shall Not Now Recall.

The Norwegians are fond of music, and every little church has an organ.

In the church I have mentioned there is an inscription importing that a king James VI. of Scotland and I. of England, who came with more than princely gallantry to escort his bride home - stood there, and heard divine service.

There is a little recess full of coffins, which contains bodies embalmed long since - so long, that there is not even a tradition to lead to a guess at their names.

A desire of preserving the body seems to have prevailed in most countries of the world, futile as it is to term it a preservation, when the noblest parts are immediately sacrificed merely to save the muscles, skin, and bone from rottenness. When I was shown these human petrifactions, I shrank back with disgust and horror. "Ashes to ashes!" thought I - "Dust to dust!" If this be not dissolution, it is something worse than natural decay - it is treason against humanity, thus to lift up the awful veil which would fain hide its weakness. The grandeur of the active principle is never more strongly felt than at such a sight, for nothing is so ugly as the human form when deprived of life, and thus dried into stone, merely to preserve the most disgusting image of death.

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