. From the log of the Velsa. inexcusable Ary Scheffer of Dor-drecht), the Christianborg Palace, which had anaustere and kingly air, the very modem and ad-mirable town hall, the old railway station, whichhas been transformed into the largest kinema inthe world, the floating fish shops and fish restau-rants (made out of old smacks and schooners), thenarrow, thronged shopping streets, the celebratedTivoli establishment, and the yacht-like steamersthat from a quay, which might almost be called thegate to Sweden, in the very middle of the town,are constantly setting sail for Scandinavia. FromCopenh
. From the log of the Velsa. inexcusable Ary Scheffer of Dor-drecht), the Christianborg Palace, which had anaustere and kingly air, the very modem and ad-mirable town hall, the old railway station, whichhas been transformed into the largest kinema inthe world, the floating fish shops and fish restau-rants (made out of old smacks and schooners), thenarrow, thronged shopping streets, the celebratedTivoli establishment, and the yacht-like steamersthat from a quay, which might almost be called thegate to Sweden, in the very middle of the town,are constantly setting sail for Scandinavia. FromCopenhagen you go to Sweden as thoughtlesslyas in New York you go from Forty-second toSixty-ninth Street, or in London from the Bankto Chelsea, and with less discipline. If thesteamer has cast off, and the captain sees you hur-rying up the street, he stops his engines and waitsfor you, and you are dragged on board by a sailor;whereupon the liner departs, unless the captain hap-pens to see somebody else hurrying up the street. 164. ^Fl i / ^ ^^ ^ A COPENHAGEN CAPfi THE DANISH CAPITAL An hour in the thoroughfares of Copenhagenwas enough to convince my feet that it was not acity specially designed for pedestrians. I limpedback to the yacht, and sent the skipper to hire acarriage. He knew no more of the city than Idid, less indeed; he could no more than I speaka single word of Danish; but I felt sure that hewould return with an equipage. What I desiredwas an equipage with a driver who could speakeither English, French, or Dutch. He did returnwith an equipage, and it was like a second-hand state carriage, it wasdrawn by two large gray horses, perhaps out of acircus, and driven by a liveried being who was al-leged to speak French. I shuddered at the prob-able cost of this prodigious conveyance, butpretended I did not care. The figure named wasjust seven dollars a day. We monopoHzed thecarriage during our sojourn, and the days werelong; but the coachman never complained.
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