“Here sleeps Gustavus Vasa.
“In the centre aisle, under a flat stone, lies the great botanist, Linnæus.
“We visited the garden of Linnæus, or the place where it once bore the blossoms and fruits of the world. Nettles were there; the orangeries were gone; the winter garden had disappeared. The place wore a desolate look; the master had departed, leaving little there but the ghost of a great memory.
“We left Stockholm for Norway.
CASCADE IN NORWAY.
“We were landed from the steamer at Christiansand. This sea-port is a rude town, and except from the wild, strange expression of both land and sea, which affects one gloomily, yet with a kind of poetic [!-- illustration --] [!-- blank page --] sadness, revealed little to interest us or to remember. There was a Lazaretto, or pest-house, on a high rock, from which we felt sure that no disease would ever be communicated.
