with the same frank heedlessness as of old. But she would have been more than woman if she could have resisted the wooing of the beautiful youth upon whom nature had showered so many rare gifts. A stone has been found up in the woods above Raemen which yet shows under its coating of moss the initials of E. T. and A. M. It requires but little imagination to fill out the story of the brief and happy courtship; and two cantos in "Frithjof's Saga" ("Frithof's Wooing" and "Frithjof's Happiness") supply an abundance of hints which have a charmingly autobiographical tinge: "He sat by her side and pressed her soft hand, And he felt a fond pressure, responsive and bland, Whilst his love-dreaming gaze Was returned as the sun's in the moon's placid rays. "They spoke of days bygone, so gladsome and gay, When the dew was yet fresh on life's new-trodden way; For on memory's page Youth traces its roses; its briers old age. "She brought him a greeting from dale and from wood, From the bark-graven runes and the brook's silver flood; From the dome-crowned cave Where oaks bravely stream o'er a warrior's grave."[27] [27] Strong's translation. But here, happily, Tegner's life ceased to supply material for that of his hero. For Anna Myhrman, instead of pledging her troth to a high-born, elderly gentleman, like King Ring, married the young University instructor, Esaias Tegner; and when her bridal wreath of myrtle failed to arrive from the city, she twined a wreath of wild heather instead; and very lovely she looked on her wedding-day with the modest heather blossoms peeping forth from under her dark locks.