CHAPTER XV.
COPENHAGEN.
COPENHAGEN.--THE STORY OF ANCIENT DENMARK.--THE ROYAL FAMILY.--STORY OF A KING WHO WAS OUT INTO A BAG.
On the Denmark Night Mr. Beal gave a short introductory talk onCopenhagen, and several of the boys related stories by Hans ChristianAndersen. Master Lewis gave some account of the early history ofDenmark and of the present Royal Family; and Herman Reed related anodd story of one of the early kings of Denmark.
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"Copenhagen, or the Merchants' Haven, the capital of the islandkingdom of Denmark, rises out of the coast of Zealand, and breaks theloneliness and monotony of a long coast line. It was a beautifulvision as we approached it in the summer evening hours of the highlatitude,--evening only to us, for the sun was still high above thehorizon. The spire of the Church of Our Saviour--three hundred feethigh--appeared to stand against the sky. Palaces seemed to liftthemselves above the sea as we steamed slowly towards the greathistoric city of the North.
"The entrance to the harbor is narrow but deep. The harbor itself isfull of ships; Copenhagen is the station of the Danish navy.
"We passed very slowly through the water streets among the ships ofthe harbor,--for water streets they seemed,--and after a tediouslanding, were driven through the crooked streets of a strange old townto a quiet hotel where some English friends we had met on theContinent were stopping.
"The city is little larger than Providence, Rhode Island. Its publicbuildings are superb. It is an intellectual city, and its librariesare the finest of Europe.
THE PALACE OF ROSENBORG.]
"It is divided into two parts, the old town and the new. In the newpart are broad streets and fine squares.
"We visited the Rosenborg Palace, the old residence of the Danishkings;--it is only a show palace now. In the church we sawThorwaldsen's statues of the Twelve Apostles, regarded as the finestof his works.
VIEW OF COPENHAGEN.]
THE STORY OF ANCIENT DENMARK.
It is a strange, wild romance, the early history of the nations of the North.
The Greeks and Romans knew but little about the Scandinavians. They knew that there was a people in the regions from which came the north winds. The north wind was very cold. Was there a region beyond the north wind? If so, how lovely it must be, where the cold winds never blow. They fancied that there was such a region. They called the inhabitants Hyperboreans, or the people beyond the north wind. They imagined also that in this region of eternal summer men did not die. If one of the Hyperboreans became tired of earth, he had to kill himself by leaping from a cliff.
The Northmen, or the inhabitants of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden, were of the same origin as the tribes that peopled Germany, and that came from the East, probably from the borders of the Black Sea. They were fire-worshippers, and their chief god was Odin.
Denmark means _a land of dark woods_. In ancient times it was probably covered with sombre firs. One of its early kings was Dan the Famous. His descendants were called Danes.
Many ages after the reign of this king, the land was filled with peace and plenty. It was the Golden Age of the North. Frode the Peaceful was king in the Golden Age. He ruled over all lands from Russia to the Rhine, and over two hundred and twenty kingdoms of two hundred and twenty subjugated kings. There was no wrong, nor want, nor thieves, nor beggars in the Golden Age. This happy period of Northern history was at that age of the world when Christ was born.
According to the Scalds, the god Odin used to appear to men. He appeared the last time at the battle of Bravalla, a contest in which the Frisians, Wends, Finns, Lapps, Danes, Saxons, Jutes, Goths, and Swedes all were engaged. The dead were so thick on the field, after this battle, that their bodies reached to the axle-wheels of the chariots of the victors. At the time of this battle Christianity was being proclaimed in England. It was approaching the North. With the battle of Bravalla the mythic age of Denmark and the North comes to an end.
I have told you something of Louis le Debonnaire, who went to die on a rock in the Rhine, that the waters might lull him to his eternal repose. He was a missionary king, and he desired nothing so much as the conversion of the world to Christ. He was the son of Charlemagne. "It is nobler to convert souls than conquer kingdoms" was his declaration of purpose. He sent missionary apostles to the North to convert Denmark. His missions at first were failures, but in the end they resulted in giving all the Northern crowns to Christ's kingdom, that Louis loved more than his own.
The Danes in the Middle Ages became famous sea-kings. Before England, Denmark ruled the sea. One stormy day in December Gorm the Old appeared before Paris with seven hundred barks. He compelled the French king to sue for peace.
The sea-kings conquered England. Canute the Dane was king of all the regions of the northwest of Europe. His kingdom embraced Denmark, England, Sweden, Norway, Scotland, and Cumberland. Such is the second wonderful period of Denmark's history.
THE ROYAL FAMILY OF DENMARK.
Royal people, as well as "self-made men," often undergo remarkable changes of fortune. No one, however high or low, is free from the accidents of this world. All men have surprises, either good or bad, in store for them.
Few families have experienced a more striking change in position than the present royal house of the little northern kingdom of Denmark. Twenty years ago, the present king, Christian IX., was a rather poor and obscure gentleman, of princely rank, to be sure, residing quietly in Copenhagen, and bringing up his fine family of boys and girls in a very domestic and economical fashion. He was only a remote cousin of Frederick VII., the reigning monarch, and he seemed little likely to come to the throne.
But death somewhat suddenly prepared the way for him, so that when old Frederick died, in 1863, Christian found himself king.
This, however, was but the beginning of the fortunes of this once modest and little-known household. Just before Christian came to the throne, his eldest daughter, Alexandra, a beautiful and an amiable girl, attracted the attention of the Prince of Wales. The prince became attached to her, and in due time married her.
About the same time, Christian's second son, George, was chosen King of Greece, and was crowned at Athens, and is still reigning there.
After three years had passed, the second daughter, Maria Dagmar, who, like her sister Alexandra, was a very lovely and attractive girl, was married to the Czarowitch Alexander of Russia, after having been betrothed to his elder brother Nicholas, who died. She is now Empress of Russia.
PALACE OF FREDERICKSBORG.]
Somewhat later, the eldest son of the Danish king married the only daughter of Oscar II., King of Sweden and Norway, thus forming a new link of national friendship between the three Scandinavian nations.
It is thus quite possible that in the not distant future no less than four of King Christian's children, who were brought up with little more expectation than that of living respectably and wedding into Danish noble families, will occupy thrones in Europe. It may happen that the two daughters will share two of the greatest of those thrones,--that one will be Queen of England; the other is Empress of Russia,--while the two sons will be respectively King of Denmark and King of Greece.
This great good fortune, in a worldly point of view, which has come to the Danish royal family, cannot certainly be attributed solely, or even mainly, to luck or chance. It has been, after all, chiefly its virtues which have won it such a high position in Europe. The good breeding and excellent character of the king's children have won for them the prominence they now hold; for the daughters are as womanly and virtuous as they are physically attractive, and the sons are models of manly bearing and irreproachable habits.
THE STORY OF A KING WHO WAS PUT INTO A BAG.
"His realm was once a cradle, and now it is a coffin," might be said of the most powerful monarch that ever lived. Kings ar
e but human, and they are pitiable objects indeed when they fall from their high estate into the power of their enemies. Never did a king present a more humiliating spectacle in his fall than Valdemar II., called the Conqueror.
Under the early reign of this king, the Golden Age seemed to have returned to Denmark. Never was a young monarch more prosperous or glorious in so narrow a kingdom.
His empire grew. He annexed Pomerania. He wrested from the German Empire all the territories in their possession north of the Elbe and Elde, and he finally became the master of Northern Germany.
He was a champion of the Church. A papal bull conceded to him the sovereignty of all the people he might convert, and he entered the field against the pagans of Esthonia, with an army of 60,000 men, and 1,400 ships! He baptized the conquered with kingly pomp and pride.
His reign was now most splendid. Denmark was supreme in Scandinavia and Northern Germany. The Pope revered the Danish power, and the world feared it.
But secret foes are often more dangerous than open enemies. The conquered princes of Germany hated him, and planned his downfall.
Among these was the Count-Duke of Schwerin. He pretended great respect and affection for Valdemar. He laid many snares for the king's ruin, but they failed. He was called "Black Henry" in his own country on account of his dark face and evil nature, and Valdemar had been warned against him as a false friend.
THE KING IN THE BAG.]
But he was warm, obsequious, and fascinating to the king, and the king liked him.
In the spring of 1233 Valdemar invited him to hunt with him in the woods of Lyo.
"Tell the king I am disabled and cannot leave my couch," said the artful count, who now thought of a way to accomplish his long-cherished purpose.
He left his couch at once, and sent his spies to shadow the king.
The king landed at Lyo with only a few attendants.
One night the king was sleeping in the woods of Lyo in a rude, unguarded tent. His son was by his side.
They were awaked from slumber by an assault from unknown foes, and a sense of suffocation.
What had happened? The king could not move his arms; his head seemed enveloped in cloth. He could not see; his voice was stifled. He _felt_ himself carried away.
Black Henry had entered the tent with his confidants, and had put the King of the North and his son into two bags, and tied them up, and was now hurrying away with them to the river.
Black Henry laid his two captives in the bottom of a boat like two logs, and hoisted sail; and Valdemar, whose kingdom was now only a bag, was blown away towards the German coast.
He was thrown into prison, and there lived in darkness and neglect. The Pope ordered his release, but it was not heeded. The Danes tried to rescue him, but were defeated.
He was at last set free on the agreement that he should pay a large ransom. He returned to his kingdom, but found his territory reduced to its old narrow limits. His glory was gone. His empire had been the North; it had also been a bag; and at last it was a coffin. Poor old man! His last years were peaceful, and in them he served Denmark well.
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