was a barn, but it turned out to be the House of Parliament, there the members sit and deliberate in great solemnity once a year. It required no guide or sense of sight to find the next important building. Following our noses through ever in- creasing odours we reached the factory, presided over by Mr Ostrom, in which fish livers were streaming, stewing and boiling in cauldrons, presided over by men begrimed with dirt and oil. We did not linger here long but proceeded to his private residence, where the traditional gate is replaced by the jaws of a gigantic whale. From here one passenger started to visit an extraordinary old church, which we had seen in the distance at Kirkboe For three hours the way lay over hills, rock and bogs, ending with a precipice which had to be carefully climbed ; but the panting and struggling was amply repaid by the scenery which is most desolate and weird. Hill upon hill, mountains pilled upon precipices, long, almost endless valleys, filled with huge blocks of cold grey stone, the place seemed like a giant’s home, and we longer wondered that the outcast Scandinavian wizards had fled here to escape the black death of the 15th century. The ruined church is a very quaint specimen of antique English workmanship. Although commenced in the beginning of the 12th century the four walls and cloisters remain, decorated with carvings finished and unfinished ; for the good Bishop Hila- nus, who planned the work, died before the build- ing was completed. Near at hand are the remains of a hospital founded centuries ago for lepers. Looking around on the quiet and peaceful scene it was strange to think that on this spot ages ago men stood and chanted their matins and vespers, held their feasts and fasts, and lived out their little lives. “ Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.” Proceeding on our voyage through the sounds, we gazed amazed at the freaks Nature had played among the tall cliffs on either hand, On some are majestic octagonal pillars of basaltic rock, two hundred feet high and six feet in diameter. One of these pillars at Osterve has fallen across a deep

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