Holger Danske 6

The bright morning light shone over Kronenburg, and the wind brought the sound of the hunting-horn across from the neighboring shores. The ships sailed by and saluted the castle with the boom of the cannon, and Kronenburg returned the salute, “Boom, boom.” But the roaring cannons did not awake Holger Danske, for they meant only “Good morning,” and

“Thank you.” They must fire in another fashion before he awakes; but wake he will, for there is energy yet in Holger Danske.


The End


The Danish arms consists of three lions between nine hearts.

This highly-gifted princess was the wife of Corfitz Ulfeld; he was accused of high treason, and Eleanor, whose only fault was the truest love to her unhappy husband, was compelled to remain for twenty-two years in a miserable dungeon, till the death of her prosecutor, Queen Sophia Amelia.

In the naval battle, which took place in Kjøge Bay in 1710, between the Danes and the Swedes, Hvitfeldt’s ship, the Danebrog, took fire. To save the town of Kjøge, and the Danish fleet which were being driven by the wind towards his burning ship, he blew up his vessel, with himself and the whole crew.

Hans Egede went to Greenland in 1721, and worked there for fifteen long years amid incredible privations and difficulties. He not only spread the Christian religion, but was himself the pattern of a noble Christian.

Once, while on a journey to the western coast of Jutland, the king came to the cottage of an old woman. As e was leaving, she ran after him, and asked to write his name on the beam as a remembrance of his visit. The king turned back and complied with her request. Through his whole lifetime he interested himself for the peasantry, and on that account it was that the Danish peasants begged to be allowed to carry the coffin to the royal vault at Roeskilde, four Danish miles from Copenhagen.

On the second of April, 1801, occured the sanguinary naval engagement between the Danes and the English, under Sir Hyde Parker and Nelson.

The Astronomical Observatory at Copenhagen.

Bertel Thorwaldsen.

By: Hans Christian Andersen

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