. Stories for the household . n Rome, and had been at her soirees ; heknew that there was a man living named Thorwaldsen, and that therehad been oue or the name of Tycho Brahe. I have made the observa-tion that Tycho is the man of our country who is best known in foreignparts. Tycho is the most celebrated Dane, and we drove him away! Dai/s in the Mediterranean. S37 Denmark is great as a mother, but she has often been a bad mother tothe best of her children. In the middle of the day we could still see Malta; but of Sicily wecould only discern the snow-clad summit of Etna, but that glitteredclea
. Stories for the household . n Rome, and had been at her soirees ; heknew that there was a man living named Thorwaldsen, and that therehad been oue or the name of Tycho Brahe. I have made the observa-tion that Tycho is the man of our country who is best known in foreignparts. Tycho is the most celebrated Dane, and we drove him away! Dai/s in the Mediterranean. S37 Denmark is great as a mother, but she has often been a bad mother tothe best of her children. In the middle of the day we could still see Malta; but of Sicily wecould only discern the snow-clad summit of Etna, but that glitteredclear and large, like a pyramid of white sun-illumined marble. Therewas not the slightest stir in the sea, we seemed to be gliding throughthe air. An enormous dolphin, larger than a horse, tumbled two orthree times beside the ship; the sun shone on his wet smooth from Aubers White Lady sounded up to us from the pianoin the cabin; and the merry sailor boys sang as they climbed theriggingl Quelplaisir d etre TEE BOSPHOEUS. The boatswains pipe sounded, and the crew were put through theirexercise. Then came the welcome sound that summoned to we sat drinking our coffee, the sun sank down, red and large; thesea shone like fire. And now the sun had set, and the stars gleamed forth in suchsplendour as I can never express in words. What a blaze of light!Venus shone like the moon herself: her rays threw a long strip of lighton the surface of the water, which heaved gently, as if the sea werebreathing. Low on the horizon, over the African coast, stood a starthat shone like tire: under this star the Bedouin rode on his , under this star the caravans moved through the glowing must be pleasant to sit in such a night beneath the African star seemed to send flames through the blood. I sat by the shipsmargin and looked out over the watery expanse. Phosphoric flashesdarted through the sea: it seemed as if men were walking about with-torc
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