Copenhagen

PARKS AND PROMENADES.

ram parts disappear, hidden beh ind the w arehouses — the reality of life has vanquished romance. The last portion of the prom enade, a straight, narrow line passes over the roofs of some of the warehouses of the Free Port. To the one side, far below , lies the huge Free Port, with its stirring life; and to the other, just below the p rom e­ nade, is the Sound w ith the naval fortifications, and on the horizon the island of Hveen and the coast of Sweden. It is fresh and b rac in g ou t here, and the view from the light-house at the end of the walk is magnificent. Langelinie shou ld be seen on a Sunday m o rn ing in spring, when the w hole of C openhagen turns out to show off the new toilettes, when there is scarcely elbow -room for walkers, when the drive is. crow ded w ith sm art carriages, when there is not an em pty chair in the restaurant pavilion, and every seat alo n g the p rom enade is occupied. But it is at its very best on a summ er evening, when the noise from the Free P ort and the sh ip -yard s has subsided, when the waves of the Sound are at rest, and the dark form s of the ships stand out in silhouette against the starry n ight sky. Then a walk along Langelinie is a poem — a poem set to music by the n igh tin ­ gale in the trees of the old ramparts, o r the ship's boy w ith his m elancholy concertina on some vessel in the roads. P. C. V. Hansen.