A Residence in Jutland, the Danish Isles, and Copenhagen (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1860 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXIV. The Palace of Frederiksborg--The mermaid, Isbrand, foretells the birth of Christian IV.--The crowned herrings and 80 monk--Household economy of Christian IV.--Punishment of his peculating mint-master--Royal battues--The Eiddersaal. FREDERIKSBORG. It was high time to leave Marienlyst: the season had commenced--an army of waiters arrived from Hamburg. The restaurant was now open; visitors poured in by the steamers--called for bottle-beer and beefsteaks, and, what was more, smoked on the staircase; to add to our annoyance, a brass band commenced to play from six to eight every morning. Not that we could complain of its disturbing our rest, for the sun does that long before--comes tumbling into our bed-rooms before three, a living river of light. In England it rises calmly and sedately; here, on the contrary, it gets up in a hurry, and I now perfectly understand the old Danish belief, that, if you rise early on Easter-morn, "you will see the sun dance in the heavens." All this movement and bustle would have been well enough had we not looked on Marienlyst as our own property for the last six weeks; so, though I was sorry to leave the glorious bathing in the Sound, we packed up, and started for Fredensborg, where we passed one night, and the following evening made for Frederfksborg, a drive of three quarters of an hour. No palace existed on this spot previous to the reigi of King Frederic II., who exchanged the lands of the suppressed convent of Skov Kloster with the celebrated Admiral Herluf Trolle for the manor of Hillerod, on which he caused the earlier castle of Frederiksborg to be constructed. How he built this castle I have elsewhere told; pulling down for the sake of the materials half the historic strongholds of his ancestors, to say nothin...