"the wound is too high up—I feel that it is
very bad.''

The good surgeon took his hand, and said:

"I am an old man and an old doctor. You
may perfectly depend upon me. Be calm, that
is all, and you shall not lose your leg. I promise
you—nor will I leave you just at present.
But you must be calm. Now, pray to God!
Your mental disquiet makes everything worse."

The poor fellow grew gradually tranquil, and
thanked God.

I heard the following day that in the evening
cramp had come on, and he died, but he was
peaceful to the last.

On a field of battle a surgeon of the soul is
equally important, though less thought of, than
a surgeon for the body. But blessed is he who
is equally skilful for both, like this old Danish
army-surgeon.

  THE WHITE CAPS OF UPSALA

One of the later great events of Stockholm
has been the visit of the students at Upsala.
These young men, two hundred and thirty in
number, desirous of showing their sympathy with
Denmark, have come hither and given three very
successful concerts.

Their arrival had been talked of for some
time, therefore last Thursday, when towards
noon the steamer from Upsala came in, crowds
were waiting to welcome them—in a small way
it was like the Garibaldi ovation in London—
and, accompanied by the enthusiastic populace,
they proceeded from the steamer to the palace,
in the court-yard of which they gave an opening
serenade, after which the king and the new
Duchess of Dalecarlia went down to welcome
and to thank them. After this they proceeded
to the statue of Gustavus Vasa, this being the
anniversary of some great event in the life of
that favourite national hero.

This little ceremonial concluded, they were
severally conducted to the different families who
had already made known their willingness to
receive them, one family alone entertaining ten.
At six the same evening their first concert was
given, and the second at the same hour on the
following day; but as I was only at the last,
which took place at noon on Saturday, I shall
speak merely of that.

It must be understood that, in the mean
time, enthusiasm for the cause of Denmark was
fanned into a perfect flame by the singing of
these young fellows, and that the little city,
whether or not it was excited enough to march
out in a body for the defence of its Scandinavian
sister, was, at all events, perfectly wild to obtain
tickets for the concerts.

These concerts were given in St. Catherine's
Church, which stands in the south suburb. It
is a large building, as, indeed, are all the churches
here, and as there are but few, the deficiency
in number seems made up by their ample
dimensions. This of St. Catherine, being one
of the largest, is capable of holding between two
and three thousand persons. Its interior, in
the form of a broad cross, without pillars, and
with a spacious centre dome, is well adapted for
the accommodation of large public assemblies.
Unless the churches here were made use of for
such purposes, I know not how a vast number of
people could be accommodated; for we, have no
Exeter Hall, and the Bärs-sal, or Exchange, in
which the New-Year's ball and other festivities
are celebrated, is hardly large enough for these
occasions.

The Swedes, although they may be a very old
branch of the Scandinavian family, have a great
deal of youthful blood in their veins, and, at the
same time, a vast amount of patience. The
throng bent on purchasing tickets for these
concerts was so great as to form one densely-
struggling mass, extending from the opera-house
where they were sold, into the adjoining square.
On all hands you heard the fear expressed
that there would not be room in the church for
all who desired to be there, and also remarks on
the high price at which the tickets were sold:—
two riks-dollars, less than half-a-crown, which
would have been thought wonderfully cheap in
London. But, dear or cheap, all Stockholm
was mad about buying them.

Two hundred students composed the choir,
the remaining thirty acting as stewards, and
most attentive and kind they were. Seats were
found for all the ladies, and during the interval
of the performance, decanters of deliciously cold
water with glasses were carried round and
offered to the whole audience. That portion
of the nave which contained the altar was
appropriated to the singers, who seemed to occupy
nearly a fourth of the church. The organ-loft
was filled by the royal family, and the remainder
of the church by the people. When the two
hundred voices burst forth, they sent a thrill
through my whole being, for, unaccompanied by
instrumental music, the voices themselves were
like a grand organ or well-appointed orchestra.

The programme contained the words of all
the songs, fourteen in number, and the concert
was divided into two parts. Those songs were
principally Swedish, but there were Danish and
Norwegian; also a few German, and one French
piece. The third song, a version of the well-
known German student-song,

Was ist der Deutschen Vaterland?

was wonderfully fine, and perhaps better than
anything else gives the spirit of the concert:

What is the Scandinavian's land?
Is it Svealand?* is it Throndeland?†
Or where the blue Sound's waters play
Round Copenhagen, fair and gay?
Oh yes! yes, yes! All—all is Scandinavia!

What is the Scandinavian's land?
It is a great, a tri-une land!
Where'er the northern tongue is known,
One heart beats in the north alone;
One blood, one hope, one tri-une band
Unites the Scandinavian land!

One are we; one in heart and will;
Oh God! defend Thy work from ill!

* Sweden                          † Norway