FromthefortressIreturnedtomylodging，andquicklywastakenoutoftowntobeshownaprettyvilla，andEnglishgarden.ToaNorwegianbothmighthavebeenobjectsofcuriosity;andofuse，byexcitingtothecomparisonwhichleadstoimprovement.ButwhilstI
gazed，Iwasemployedinrestoringtheplacetonature，ortaste，bygivingitthecharacterofthesurroundingscene.Serpentinewalks，andflowering—shrubs，lookedtriflinginagrandrecessoftherooks，shadedbytoweringpines.Grovesofsmallertreesmighthavebeenshelteredunderthem，whichwouldhavemeltedintothelandscape，displayingonlytheartwhichoughttopointoutthevicinityofahumanabode，furnishedwithsomeelegance.Butfewpeoplehavesufficienttastetodiscern，thattheartofembellishingconsistsininteresting，notinastonishing.
Christianiaiscertainlyverypleasantlysituated，andtheenvironsIpassedthrough，duringthisride，affordedmanyfineandcultivatedprospects;but，exceptingthefirstviewapproachingtoit，rarelypresentanycombinationofobjectssostrikinglynew，orpicturesque，astocommandremembrance.Adieu！
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Christianiaisaclean，neatcity;butithasnoneofthegracesofarchitecture，whichoughttokeeppacewiththerefiningmannersofapeople——ortheoutsideofthehousewilldisgracetheinside，givingthebeholderanideaofovergrownwealthdevoidoftaste.