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In this manner our country has been too fre­ quently described, by men who gallop along the high roads of Denmark, and talk of its agriculture—stay a week at Copenhagen, and describe its internal government and police; and, finally, without understanding one syllable of our language, babble about our customs, manners, and politics, delighting to expose blemishes, and slightingly pass over excel­ lence. From Lyngbye we crossed the fields to Jaegersborg Park. At the entrance, an inn called the Fortune, is situated on an eminence, where also stands a telegraph, erected in the year, 1801. From this height we saw Copen­ hagen, for the first time since we left it. At some distance, in the valley below, is the country seat of the immortal Count Bern- storff. We now were in the park, which Mr. Pram thus describes in his beautiful poem, called, The Spring of Emilia.” On yon green hills, chaste Dian’s temple stands, Yon dusky woods, her Royal Stag commands,