On our arrival in Denmark, we found the king and queen of that country elevated in two arm·chairs on a kitchen·table, holding a Court. The whole of the Danish nobility were in attendance; consisting of a noble boy in the wash·leather boots of a gigantic ancestor, a venerable Peer with a dirty face who seemed to have risen from the people late in life, and the Danish chivalry with a comb in its hair and a pair of white silk legs, and presenting on the whole a feminine appearance. My gifted townsman stood gloomily apart, with folded arms, and I could have wished that his curls and forehead had been more probable.

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