TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE,

BY WILLIAM SIDNEY WALKER,
OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.

Harp of the North!-still must thine accents sleep?
'Mid rustling leaves, and fountains murmuring,
Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,
Nor bid one warrior smile, nor teach one maid to weep?

SCOTT.

PHILADELPHIA:

PUBLISHED BY THOMAS DOBSON, AT THE STONE
HOUSE, NO. 41, SOUTH SECOND STREET.
Wiliam Fry, Frinter.

DEDICATION.

ΤΟ

JAMES DE WINDT, ESQ.

MY DEAR SIR,

BY

OF ST. CROIX.

inscribing this work to you, I perform one of the most gratifying actions of my life. I only wish that I could adequately acknowledge the generous support which you have been pleased to give for the space of nearly twelve years, to an attempt which I ventured to conceive for the introduction of Danish literature into this country.

An undertaking projected in the ardour and inexperience of youth naturally became exposed to impediments; but the most appalling difficulties vanished before the influence of your friendship; and amidst the most depressing anxieties I found a cheering stimulus to perseverance in the exalted sympathy uniformly displayed by you in behalf of Denmark.

Animated by the example of your patriotic devotion, I shall prosecute my favourite object with