the Bay of Plensberg, where the Danebrog waves over the graves of

Schleppegrell, Lasloes, and their comrades. One star also fell in

the midst of the land, fell upon Soro, a flower on the grave of

Holberg, the thanks of the year from a great many - thanks for his

"It is a great and pleasant thought to know that a shooting star

falls upon our graves. On mine certainly none will fall- no sunbeam

brings thanks to me, for here there is nothing worthy of thanks. I

shall not get the patent lacquer," said Ole, "for my fate on earth