Star.
London, England, 1829-11-12 00:00:00

COPE:CHAGEN.

The character of the Danes is generally that of a quiet and in-
telligible people—of rather cold demeanour and difficul: of access,
but very sincerely hospitable when the threshold of their door is
passed. Their personal appearance resembles very remarkably
that of the Lowland Scots. Of the lower orders almost all have
light hair, but I observe that dark hair predominates among the
middle classes, of whom a great proportion are foreign settlerl.
They are 11 station of deep devotion to astir country ; and, blown
about as they have been by reverses, it is not unnatural that they
should cling to their country with something of a passionate love,
and that they should become eloquent in their vituperation of those
whom they deem to have injured her. In such strains the songs
of their poets commonly flow. There is, perhaps, no people which
possesses sorb a mine of patriotic poetry. From them assuredly
Campbell most have borrowed the idea of his beautiful" Ode on
the Battle of the Baltic," 'which very closely resembles in its
conitruction the Danish National Hymn, " Kong Christian stod
ved holm mast ;" (" ..King Christian by the mainmast stood.") I
eats hardly give a more striking sexample than the" Dannebrog • of
a living poet, Ingernann. which I will trasslate in the original mea•
lore. It is an Address to the Standard of Denmark., whiCh the
Old legend supposed ofhave superniturally descended from Heaven
on Valdemai, and begins " Vift sick has Coders Belie."
Wave proud on Codes's!' summit.,
Thou Dannebrog, blood-red !
Thy glance—no night shall dim it—
No lightning scathe thy head.
'That over heroes rearing' •
A pyramid of fame—
Thy splendid cross upbearing
To Heav'n our Denmark's name.

From Hrav'n thou didst come hither,
. Thou Denmark's hallowed gem!
And call'st her warriors thither
When earth is lost to them.
And lting as song rejoices
The listening l and and sea,
Or northern harps have voices,
Shall glory wait ma thee.
• Call out, in battle's thunder,
On Tool, thy hero bold !
Storm forth, in songs of wonder,
The name of Tordenskiold !
Fly, fly on heavenly pinions,
• Their glory to proclaim,
And teach the star's dominions
Thy Holdfold's noble name !
Each star where thou slightest,
Name some heroic man,
And tell the best and brightest
Of thine own Christian !
• He stands In bright apparel
Oa high triumphal car,
Where, crown'n with deathless laurel,
Our Rud and Absalon are.

Midst palms of victory waving,
Thee, Haunch:ll! he sees,
Thy white cross battle braving
' Midst battlr's victories.
High o'er the loud winds bear thee !
Thy sons around thee call .
Let Ocean's verges hear thee,
And glance and gleam on all !

So, proud through Denmark, flying,
So proud to indla
'Where barbarous lands are lying!
And o'er the mountains high!
Them tell thy deeds of glory,
Thine heroes' bold emprise.
And gladden with the itory,
Thine own blest Paradise.

. See ! see! thou art succeeding,
They kindle at the word !
See !• for thy glory bleeding,
'They rush upon the sword!
O'er every ocean scattered,
Thy name of power shall spread.
Thl northern helms are siiitt,•ed,
And Danish ►earts are dead !

These are certainly not the themes with which a good man
Would &girt that'the poetical spirit of a Country Should be oicu-
pied." diarps might be strung and swept to better purpose than to
sing the feats of warriors. If we thought more of tbo conquered
and less of the ,conquerors—more of tbomptho suffer and less of
those whotinhict suffering—we should have gained much for our
common huManity. Meanwhile, while our bards sing the praises
Nebons *end Wellingtons; 'the Darner' wi4ll ecmunenuirlito their'
Tut:Wand Towleaskiolds ; and new generations will be trained to
admire mod to follow those warUko.propensitia. out of which oar- -
row slid Mu so frequently pow. The, folly of suck propendties I
never saw so 'itrildngly exemplified as here.' Where the budrims.`
`if thredvertitnent teems mainly to hero pravideifor a costitand
Alsehlii 'Ems, whose prgsei3teaanoys you on every nide-eirbove.
hourly bowling., whenever u.yrbe .guard, tip ard, is, Ottled
for the sipial Is the vilest chorus of cracked sounds Chad can be.
dlstult the test of halt the inhabitluits; ind'whids
would be wholly ibelleient fns a• wider strfenbli4irant..asy mach
rfroaabilesdi, wthilo‘thint -Is sandy alp dew*** their. services.
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