LETTER V.

Had I determined to travel in Sweden merely for pleasure, I should

probably have chosen the road to Stockholm, though convinced, by

repeated observation, that the manners of a people are best

discriminated in the country. The inhabitants of the capital are all of

the same genus; for the varieties in the species we must, therefore,

search where the habitations of men are so separated as to allow the

difference of climate to have its natural effect. And with this

difference we are, perhaps, most forcibly struck at the first view, just

as we form an estimate of the leading traits of a character at the first

glance, of which intimacy afterwards makes us almost lose sight.

As my affairs called me to Stromstad (the frontier town of Sweden) in my

way to Norway, I was to pass over, I heard, the most uncultivated part

of the country. Still I believe that the grand features of Sweden are

the same everywhere, and it is only the grand features that admit of

description. There is an individuality in every prospect, which remains

in the memory as forcibly depicted as the particular features that have

arrested our attention; yet we cannot find words to discriminate that

individuality so as to enable a stranger to say, this is the face, that

the view. We may amuse by setting the imagination to work; but we cannot

store the memory with a fact.

As I wish to give you a general idea of this country, I shall continue

in my desultory manner to make such observations and reflections as the

circumstances draw forth, without losing time, by endeavouring to

arrange them.

Travelling in Sweden is very cheap, and even commodious, if you make but

the proper arrangements. Here, as in other parts of the Continent, it is

necessary to have your own carriage, and to have a servant who can speak

the language, if you are unacquainted with it. Sometimes a servant who

can drive would be found very useful, which was our case, for I

travelled in company with two gentlemen, one of whom had a German

servant who drove very well. This was all the party; for not intending

to make a long stay, I left my little girl behind me.

As the roads are not much frequented, to avoid waiting three or four

hours for horses, we sent, as is the constant custom, an _avant courier_

the night before, to order them at every post, and we constantly found

them ready. Our first set I jokingly termed requisition horses; but

afterwards we had almost always little spirited animals that went on at

a round pace.

The roads, making allowance for the ups and downs, are uncommonly good

and pleasant. The expense, including the postillions and other

incidental things, does not amount to more than a shilling the Swedish

mile.

The inns are tolerable; but not liking the rye bread, I found it

necessary to furnish myself with some wheaten before I set out. The

beds, too, were particularly disagreeable to me. It seemed to me that I

was sinking into a grave when I entered them; for, immersed in down

placed in a sort of box, I expected to be suffocated before morning. The

sleeping between two down beds--they do so even in summer--must be very

unwholesome during any season; and I cannot conceive how the people can

bear it, especially as the summers are very warm. But warmth they seem

not to feel; and, I should think, were afraid of the air, by always

keeping their windows shut. In the winter, I am persuaded, I could not

exist in rooms thus closed up, with stoves heated in their manner, for

they only put wood into them twice a day; and, when the stove is

thoroughly heated, they shut the flue, not admitting any air to renew

its elasticity, even when the rooms are crowded with company. These

stoves are made of earthenware, and often in a form that ornaments an

apartment, which is never the case with the heavy iron ones I have seen

elsewhere. Stoves may be economical, but I like a fire, a wood one, in

preference; and I am convinced that the current of air which it attracts

renders this the best mode of warming rooms.

We arrived early the second evening at a little village called Quistram,

where we had determined to pass the night, having been informed that we

should not afterwards find a tolerable inn until we reached Stromstad.

Advancing towards Quistram, as the sun was beginning to decline, I was

particularly impressed by the beauty of the situation. The road was on

the declivity of a rocky mountain, slightly covered with a mossy herbage

and vagrant firs. At the bottom, a river, straggling amongst the

recesses of stone, was hastening forward to the ocean and its grey

rocks, of which we had a prospect on the left; whilst on the right it

stole peacefully forward into the meadows, losing itself in a

thickly-wooded rising ground. As we drew near, the loveliest banks of

wild flowers variegated the prospect, and promised to exhale odours to

add to the sweetness of the air, the purity of which you could almost

see, alas! not smell, for the putrefying herrings, which they use as

manure, after the oil has been extracted, spread over the patches of

earth, claimed by cultivation, destroyed every other.

It was intolerable, and entered with us into the inn, which was in other

respects a charming retreat.

Whilst supper was preparing I crossed the bridge, and strolled by the

river, listening to its murmurs. Approaching the bank, the beauty of

which had attracted my attention in the carriage, I recognised many of

my old acquaintance growing with great luxuriance.

Seated on it, I could not avoid noting an obvious remark. Sweden

appeared to me the country in the world most proper to form the botanist

and natural historian; every object seemed to remind me of the creation

of things, of the first efforts of sportive nature. When a country

arrives at a certain state of perfection, it looks as if it were made

so; and curiosity is not excited. Besides, in social life too many

objects occur for any to be distinctly observed by the generality of

mankind; yet a contemplative man, or poet, in the country--I do not mean

the country adjacent to cities--feels and sees what would escape vulgar

eyes, and draws suitable inferences. This train of reflections might

have led me further, in every sense of the word; but I could not escape

from the detestable evaporation of the herrings, which poisoned all my

pleasure.

After making a tolerable supper--for it is not easy to get fresh

provisions on the road--I retired, to be lulled to sleep by the

murmuring of a stream, of which I with great difficulty obtained

sufficient to perform my daily ablutions.

The last battle between the Danes and Swedes, which gave new life to

their ancient enmity, was fought at this place 1788; only seventeen or

eighteen were killed, for the great superiority of the Danes and

Norwegians obliged the Swedes to submit; but sickness, and a scarcity of

provision, proved very fatal to their opponents on their return.

It would be very easy to search for the particulars of this engagement

in the publications of the day; but as this manner of filling my pages

does not come within my plan, I probably should not have remarked that

the battle was fought here, were it not to relate an anecdote which I

had from good authority.

I noticed, when I first mentioned this place to you, that we descended a

steep before we came to the inn; an immense ridge of rocks stretching

out on one side. The inn was sheltered under them; and about a hundred

yards from it was a bridge that crossed the river, the murmurs of which

I have celebrated; it was not fordable. The Swedish general received

orders to stop at the bridge and dispute the passage--a most

advantageous post for an army so much inferior in force; but the

influence of beauty is not confined to courts. The mistress of the inn

was handsome; when I saw her there were still some remains of beauty;

and, to preserve her house, the general gave up the only tenable

station. He was afterwards broke for contempt of orders.

Approaching the frontiers, consequently the sea, nature resumed an

aspect ruder and ruder, or rather seemed the bones of the world waiting

to be clothed with everything necessary to give life and beauty. Still

it was sublime.

The clouds caught their hue of the rocks that menaced them. The sun

appeared afraid to shine, the birds ceased to sing, and the flowers to

bloom; but the eagle fixed his nest high amongst the rocks, and the

vulture hovered over this abode of desolation. The farm houses, in which

only poverty resided, were formed of logs scarcely keeping off the cold

and drifting snow: out of them the inhabitants seldom peeped, and the

sports or prattling of children was neither seen or heard. The current

of life seemed congealed at the source: all were not frozen, for it was

summer, you remember; but everything appeared so dull that I waited to

see ice, in order to reconcile me to the absence of gaiety.

The day before, my attention had frequently been attracted by the wild

beauties of the country we passed through.

The rocks which tossed their fantastic heads so high were often covered

with pines and firs, varied in the most picturesque manner. Little woods

filled up the recesses when forests did not darken the scene, and

valleys and glens, cleared of the trees, displayed a dazzling verdure

which contrasted with the gloom of the shading pines. The eye stole into

many a covert where tranquillity seemed to have taken up her abode, and

the number of little lakes that continually presented themselves added

to the peaceful composure of the scenery. The little cultivation which

appeared did not break the enchantment, nor did castles rear their

turrets aloft to crush the cottages, and prove that man is more savage

than the natives of the woods. I heard of the bears but never saw them

stalk forth, which I was sorry for; I wished to have seen one in its

wild state. In the winter, I am told, they sometimes catch a stray cow,

which is a heavy loss to the owner.

The farms are small. Indeed most of the houses we saw on the road

indicated poverty, or rather that the people could just live. Towards

the frontiers they grew worse and worse in their appearance, as if not

willing to put sterility itself out of countenance. No gardens smiled

round the habitations, not a potato or cabbage to eat with the fish

drying on a stick near the door. A little grain here and there appeared,

the long stalks of which you might almost reckon. The day was gloomy

when we passed over this rejected spot, the wind bleak, and winter

seemed to be contending with nature, faintly struggling to change the

season. Surely, thought I, if the sun ever shines here it cannot warm

these stones; moss only cleaves to them, partaking of their hardness,

and nothing like vegetable life appears to cheer with hope the heart.

So far from thinking that the primitive inhabitants of the world lived

in a southern climate where Paradise spontaneously arose, I am led to

infer, from various circumstances, that the first dwelling of man

happened to be a spot like this which led him to adore a sun so seldom

seen; for this worship, which probably preceded that of demons or

demigods, certainly never began in a southern climate, where the

continual presence of the sun prevented its being considered as a good;

or rather the want of it never being felt, this glorious luminary would

carelessly have diffused its blessings without being hailed as a

benefactor. Man must therefore have been placed in the north, to tempt

him to run after the sun, in order that the different parts of the earth

might be peopled. Nor do I wonder that hordes of barbarians always

poured out of these regions to seek for milder climes, when nothing like

cultivation attached them to the soil, especially when we take into the

view that the adventuring spirit, common to man, is naturally stronger

and more general during the infancy of society. The conduct of the

followers of Mahomet, and the crusaders, will sufficiently corroborate

my assertion.

Approaching nearer to Stromstad, the appearance of the town proved to be

quite in character with the country we had just passed through. I

hesitated to use the word country, yet could not find another; still it

would sound absurd to talk of fields of rocks.

The town was built on and under them. Three or four weather-beaten trees

were shrinking from the wind, and the grass grew so sparingly that I

could not avoid thinking Dr. Johnson's hyperbolical assertion "that the

man merited well of his country who made a few blades of grass grow

where they never grew before," might here have been uttered with strict

propriety. The steeple likewise towered aloft, for what is a church,

even amongst the Lutherans, without a steeple? But to prevent mischief

in such an exposed situation, it is wisely placed on a rock at some

distance not to endanger the roof of the church.

Rambling about, I saw the door open, and entered, when to my great

surprise I found the clergyman reading prayers, with only the clerk

attending. I instantly thought of Swift's "Dearly beloved Roger," but on

inquiry I learnt that some one had died that morning, and in Sweden it

is customary to pray for the dead.

The sun, who I suspected never dared to shine, began now to convince me

that he came forth only to torment; for though the wind was still

cutting, the rocks became intolerably warm under my feet, whilst the

herring effluvia, which I before found so very offensive, once more

assailed me. I hastened back to the house of a merchant, the little

sovereign of the place, because he was by far the richest, though not

the mayor.

Here we were most hospitably received, and introduced to a very fine and

numerous family. I have before mentioned to you the lilies of the north,

I might have added, water lilies, for the complexion of many, even of

the young women, seem to be bleached on the bosom of snow. But in this

youthful circle the roses bloomed with all their wonted freshness, and I

wondered from whence the fire was stolen which sparkled in their fine

blue eyes.

Here we slept; and I rose early in the morning to prepare for my little

voyage to Norway. I had determined to go by water, and was to leave my

companions behind; but not getting a boat immediately, and the wind

being high and unfavourable, I was told that it was not safe to go to

sea during such boisterous weather; I was, therefore, obliged to wait

for the morrow, and had the present day on my hands, which I feared

would be irksome, because the family, who possessed about a dozen French

words amongst them and not an English phrase, were anxious to amuse me,

and would not let me remain alone in my room. The town we had already

walked round and round, and if we advanced farther on the coast, it was

still to view the same unvaried immensity of water surrounded by

barrenness.

The gentlemen, wishing to peep into Norway, proposed going to

Fredericshall, the first town--the distance was only three Swedish

miles. There and back again was but a day's journey, and would not, I

thought, interfere with my voyage. I agreed, and invited the eldest and

prettiest of the girls to accompany us. I invited her because I like to

see a beautiful face animated by pleasure, and to have an opportunity of

regarding the country, whilst the gentlemen were amusing themselves with

her.

I did not know, for I had not thought of it, that we were to scale some

of the most mountainous cliffs of Sweden in our way to the ferry which

separates the two countries.

Entering amongst the cliffs, we were sheltered from the wind, warm

sunbeams began to play, streams to flow, and groves of pines diversified

the rocks. Sometimes they became suddenly bare and sublime. Once, in

particular, after mounting the most terrific precipice, we had to pass

through a tremendous defile, where the closing chasm seemed to threaten

us with instant destruction, when, turning quickly, verdant meadows and

a beautiful lake relieved and charmed my eyes.

I had never travelled through Switzerland, but one of my companions

assured me that I should not there find anything superior, if equal, to

the wild grandeur of these views.

As we had not taken this excursion into our plan, the horses had not

been previously ordered, which obliged us to wait two hours at the first

post. The day was wearing away. The road was so bad that walking up the

precipices consumed the time insensibly; but as we desired horses at

each post ready at a certain hour, we reckoned on returning more

speedily.

We stopped to dine at a tolerable farm; they brought us out ham, butter,

cheese, and milk, and the charge was so moderate that I scattered a

little money amongst the children who were peeping at us, in order to

pay them for their trouble.

Arrived at the ferry, we were still detained, for the people who attend

at the ferries have a stupid kind of sluggishness in their manner, which

is very provoking when you are in haste. At present I did not feel it,

for, scrambling up the cliffs, my eye followed the river as it rolled

between the grand rocky banks; and, to complete the scenery, they were

covered with firs and pines, through which the wind rustled as if it

were lulling itself to sleep with the declining sun.

Behold us now in Norway; and I could not avoid feeling surprise at

observing the difference in the manners of the inhabitants of the two

sides of the river, for everything shows that the Norwegians are more

industrious and more opulent. The Swedes (for neighbours are seldom the

best friends) accuse the Norwegians of knavery, and they retaliate by

bringing a charge of hypocrisy against the Swedes. Local circumstances

probably render both unjust, speaking from their feelings rather than

reason; and is this astonishing when we consider that most writers of

travels have done the same, whose works have served as materials for the

compilers of universal histories? All are eager to give a national

character, which is rarely just, because they do not discriminate the

natural from the acquired difference. The natural, I believe, on due

consideration, will be found to consist merely in the degree of

vivacity, or thoughtfulness, pleasures or pain, inspired by the climate,

whilst the varieties which the forms of government, including religion,

produce are much more numerous and unstable.

A people have been characterised as stupid by nature; what a paradox!

because they did not consider that slaves, having no object to stimulate

industry, have not their faculties sharpened by the only thing that can

exercise them, self-interest. Others have been brought forward as

brutes, having no aptitude for the arts and sciences, only because the

progress of improvement had not reached that stage which produces them.

Those writers who have considered the history of man, or of the human

mind, on a more enlarged scale have fallen into similar errors, not

reflecting that the passions are weak where the necessaries of life are

too hardly or too easily obtained.

Travellers who require that every nation should resemble their native

country, had better stay at home. It is, for example, absurd to blame a

people for not having that degree of personal cleanliness and elegance

of manners which only refinement of taste produces, and will produce

everywhere in proportion as society attains a general polish. The most

essential service, I presume, that authors could render to society,

would be to promote inquiry and discussion, instead of making those

dogmatical assertions which only appear calculated to gird the human

mind round with imaginary circles, like the paper globe which represents

the one he inhabits.

This spirit of inquiry is the characteristic of the present century,

from which the succeeding will, I am persuaded, receive a great

accumulation of knowledge; and doubtless its diffusion will in a great

measure destroy the factitious national characters which have been

supposed permanent, though only rendered so by the permanency of

ignorance.

Arriving at Fredericshall, at the siege of which Charles XII. lost his

life, we had only time to take a transient view of it whilst they were

preparing us some refreshment.

Poor Charles! I thought of him with respect. I have always felt the

same for Alexander, with whom he has been classed as a madman by several

writers, who have reasoned superficially, confounding the morals of the

day with the few grand principles on which unchangeable morality rests.

Making no allowance for the ignorance and prejudices of the period, they

do not perceive how much they themselves are indebted to general

improvement for the acquirements, and even the virtues, which they would

not have had the force of mind to attain by their individual exertions

in a less advanced state of society.

The evening was fine, as is usual at this season, and the refreshing

odour of the pine woods became more perceptible, for it was nine o'clock

when we left Fredericshall. At the ferry we were detained by a dispute

relative to our Swedish passport, which we did not think of getting

countersigned in Norway. Midnight was coming on, yet it might with such

propriety have been termed the noon of night that, had Young ever

travelled towards the north, I should not have wondered at his becoming

enamoured of the moon. But it is not the Queen of Night alone who reigns

here in all her splendour, though the sun, loitering just below the

horizon, decks her within a golden tinge from his car, illuminating the

cliffs that hide him; the heavens also, of a clear softened blue, throw

her forward, and the evening star appears a smaller moon to the naked

eye. The huge shadows of the rocks, fringed with firs, concentrating the

views without darkening them, excited that tender melancholy which,

sublimating the imagination, exalts rather than depresses the mind.

My companions fell asleep--fortunately they did not snore; and I

contemplated, fearless of idle questions, a night such as I had never

before seen or felt, to charm the senses, and calm the heart. The very

air was balmy as it freshened into morn, producing the most voluptuous

sensations. A vague pleasurable sentiment absorbed me, as I opened my

bosom to the embraces of nature; and my soul rose to its Author, with

the chirping of the solitary birds, which began to feel, rather than

see, advancing day. I had leisure to mark its progress. The grey morn,

streaked with silvery rays, ushered in the orient beams (how beautifully

varying into purple!), yet I was sorry to lose the soft watery clouds

which preceded them, exciting a kind of expectation that made me almost

afraid to breathe, lest I should break the charm. I saw the sun--and

sighed.

One of my companions, now awake, perceiving that the postillion had

mistaken the road, began to swear at him, and roused the other two, who

reluctantly shook off sleep.

We had immediately to measure back our steps, and did not reach

Stromstad before five in the morning.

The wind had changed in the night, and my boat was ready.

A dish of coffee, and fresh linen, recruited my spirits, and I directly

set out again for Norway, purposing to land much higher up the coast.

Wrapping my great-coat round me, I lay down on some sails at the bottom

of the boat, its motion rocking me to rest, till a discourteous wave

interrupted my slumbers, and obliged me to rise and feel a solitariness

which was not so soothing as that of the past night.

Adieu!

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